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She's beyond beautiful—a goddess.

A goddess dressed in a black, lacy push-up bra with matching underwear and… my eyes nearly roll back. Black garter and stockings.

"How do you like this one?" She purrs.

"I think I’d like it better off you," I reply and cross the distance between us.

I kneel by her side, "You're a goddess."

She laughs throatily; a sound that has my dick responding with a nearly painful twitch. Unable to hold back a second longer, I pull her head toward me and claim her lips with mine.

Her hands come up to my shoulders, and her fingers dig in slightly as she responds to my kiss. The taste of her is intoxicating; it's like drowning in a pool of sweet honey. I get lost in the moment, letting myself sink deeper into her, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

I only pull away from her lips to send a trail of kisses down her jawline, moving up to kiss her behind her ear while my hands travel under the lacy string of her panties, rubbing her soft flesh. Her breathing deepens, and her hands move to my shoulders, clasping them.

"Antonio." Her voice is but a husk.

"I was wrong," I mumble between trailing more kisses down her throat. "You're more beautiful than any goddess."

She moans as I gently bite her neck. My hands continue their exploration, gliding over her smooth skin, feeling her shiver under my touch. She's trembling with excitement and desire now, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride at the effect I have on her.

I pull back slightly and look into her eyes, which are now glazed over with passion. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and a small bead of sweat trickles down her forehead, making me feeleven more aroused. "Do you want me to make you feel good, passerotta?" I whisper in her ear.

She nods eagerly, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Yes," she manages to squeak out, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

I grin wickedly, already anticipating exactly how I'm going to do that. I still remember the taste of her, and my mouth waters at the thought of it.

I slowly undo the clasps on her lacy push-up bra, watching her breasts spill out in all their glory. Her eyes flutter shut as I expose her rounded flesh to the cool air; a small sigh escapes her slightly parted lips. Reverently, I kiss each one of the globes, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.

She gasps when I tug one into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it. My right hand cups her left breast, squeezing it. I relish the feel of her pliable flesh while I continue teasing her nipple with my teeth and tongue.

My free hand tugs at the string of her panties and rips it. I bring the flimsy material to my nose and inhale her soft scent deeply. She's only worn them for a few minutes, yet she's baptized them with her flavor. I deposit the panties into my pants pocket, fully determined to start a collection.

Then I rearrange her legs, each to its own side of the lounge, exposing her core fully to me. But that's not enough. I grab one of the pillows she discarded and put it under her ass. Now, she's a sight to behold. I'm glad I made the guards stay outside. I would hate having to kill them because they heard her soft cries. Those are for my ears only. Just like her body is just for my eyes. I'll kill anybody who catches even a glimpse or moan.

Her soft core is already slick with her juices, and my mouth waters at the thought of drinking from that well. Slowly, I drag my tongue from the inside of her thigh up to her core, feeling her shiver under me. Her heartbeat is racing now, matching my own.

Gently parting her folds with my fingers, I press my lips against her sensitive skin and begin to suck. Her moans fill the small area. My cock is rock hard, pulsing against the constraints of my pants, but I ignore it. I need to get my fill of her first. The taste of her is making me dizzy; I just can't get enough.

"You taste so good, passerotta, pure ambrosia," I moan as I lick my fill.

"Antonio," she calls my name needily. Her hands grab fistfuls of my hair, pulling and pushing. "Antonio, I need…"

"What, what do you need, baby?"

"I need you inside of me." She moans.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Please, Antonio, fuck me."

This little lounge chair is too small for the two of us, so I pick her up and take her back into the warehouse, where I place her on one of the tables. Her legs spread invitingly. Fuck, my cock is about ready to combust if I don't get inside her soon.

This is not the way I wanted to have sex with her, but once my dick is free from the restraint of my pants and I align it with her pussy, there is no stopping. The sight of her, fully naked except for the garter and nylons, is incredibly arousing. She's all mine.

My hands grab her breasts, mine. I slide my palms down her flank. Mine. Her hips. Mine. But I need more. Once I enter her,watching my cock sheath into her tight, narrow pussy, all blood leaves my body to accumulate just there, and thinking becomes harder. Still. I need more. I need to hear her say it.

I pump into her. Her moans are getting louder, filling the, thank fuck, soundproof warehouse.