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I buck harder, chasing it, and then I’m gone—bursting into flames, shaking so bad my legs give out. When I climb off, he’sbeaming, smug as hell, like he’s the one who just came all over me.
“Has anyone ever told you how goddamn perfect you look when you come? Hot enough to ruin me?”
“Adriano…” My voice cracks.
“I mean it.” He hauls me back into his arms, flipping me down until the floor bites into my spine. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Wider. I want to feel every fucking inch of you tonight.”
“Ohhh…” It’s all I’ve got, a needy whimper.
He nudges his cock against my entrance, teasing, then starts sliding in. I gasp—sharp, ragged. He’s huge, stretching me until it stings. He’s rock hard and ready to break me open. He stops, eyes searching mine.
“You don’t want this, sweetheart?”
“I want it—God, you’ve got no idea how bad. Just… scared I won’t pleasure you right, not how you need.”
He laughs, low and dirty, then sinks his teeth into my neck. I gush wetter, dripping for him.
“You just soaked my tongue, Pen. You came so hard I’m still tasting you. That’s more than enough. I’m here with you. I’ll show you how I like it.”
“Okay.” It’s a whisper, but I mean it.
He slams his cock into me, and we both gasp like air got punched out of us. “Fuck,” he growls. “So tight, Pen—shit.”
One thrust, hips rolling slow, then another, harder. A raspy moan rips out of me, eyes fluttering shut.
“Sweetheart, eyes on me. See what your pussy does to me.”
I force them open, hands digging at his back. “Faster—please, fuck me faster.”
“Patience,” he groans, but then he moves, and I’m seeing stars. He pounds into me, tearing me apart without a word.I’m screaming, begging—stop, don’t stop, fuck me harder—all at once.
“You’re taking it so good, sweetheart. So fucking perfect. You feel—like a damn dream.”
“Oh, Adriano,” I moan, desperate. “I need this—need you, please.”
He gives it—soft one second, brutal the next until I shatter again, screaming under him, body seizing. He leans down, still thrusting relentlessly, chasing his own edge.
“You’re my good girl, huh? Say it.”
Breathless, high as hell, I mean every word. “I’m your good girl.”
“Louder—fucking scream it!”
“I’m your good girl! I’m your fucking good girl!” I’m shouting, voice hoarse.
He pulls out, hand flying over his cock for a few rough strokes, then he’s spilling his hot, thick ropes of cum, splashing across my stomach.
“I’ve got you, Pen. I’m never fucking leaving you…”
I don’t know if it’s real or if he’s just saying things he thinks I want to hear. But I don’t care. I yank him down and crash my lips into his, kissing him like I’m claiming him back.
Like a fuck you, universe. This is mine. I just fucked Adriano Vieri.
Chapter 9
Adriano
I’m slouched on the leather couch, staring at the jagged New York skyline, when the intercom buzzes. Ralph’s voice cuts through, rough and tight.