Page 23 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

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“ P lease. Don’t torture me any further.

Make love to me. Ride me until I fill you with my cum.

” On shaky legs I get off his face, turn around, and take his cock into my mouth, sucking the cake I left on the underside of his dick.

When I find the balance, I lift my ass to peel my underwear off, blindly throwing them somewhere.

I sit up and reach behind me, unclasping the bra, and drop it onto the bed, partially landing on the cake.

Andrea practically drools at the sight of my curves.

I straddle him, grinding myself against the underside of his cock when I bend down, kissing him gently.

I reach over to the cake, grabbing a little and swiping it over both of his nipples.

He moans, thrusting his hips when I lick the icing off one, taking the other in my mouth, sucking until it’s all gone.

I sit up on my knees, taking his cock to press it against my entrance. When I put the tip inside myself, Andrea goes to thrust into me but I sit up, letting his dick flop back onto his stomach. “No, no, no. Not yet. Be patient, my love. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Mon trésor, do you want me to beg for your sweet pussy? Do you want me to tell you how perfect it is wrapped around me? What can I do to make you stop teasing me?” His milk chocolate eyes tell me he’s desperate for me.

I bring my nails through his hair, sweeping it back from his face when I lean in, kissing him with such intensity that I could come with that movement alone.

When I pull away, I take his bottom lip in mine, biting until I taste copper on my tongue.

I reach between us, bringing his cock to my entrance before I slowly take every inch of him. “Begging was my first thought. Then I realized I’d be teasing myself too.”

Andrea sits up, grasping my hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls my head back, nibbling up the side of my neck before taking my mouth with his. The taste of my cum still lingers in his mouth with the sweet icing. Maybe we should save some of that cake for later.

We simultaneously thrust into each other, our moans vibrating between our lips. The sound of our bodies thrusting together echoes through the room, matching the pleasure we’re causing each other.

I’m about to come when Andrea and I freeze by the sudden knock on our door. “Are we expecting someone?”

Andrea shakes his head. “No. The only people who know where we live, sans our neighbors, are Luci, Alessandro, and Marco. I’m sure Luci and Alessandro are in a similar predicament as we are, and I can’t think of any universe where that would be Marco.

” Even though we’ve stopped moving, Andrea twitches inside me, a sign of his attraction to Marco by the mention of his name. If he only knew Marco’s dumb words.

We both jump when the same person pounds on the door, louder than last time. “Open the fucking door!” Fucking. Marco.

“Ignore him.” We continue making love, hoping Marco will get the point. He pounds on the door again, pissing me off and annoying Andrea. I swear I’ll fucking castrate him.

“I’m not leaving. Stop ignoring me.” He pounds on the door again, this time I’m sure with both fists, until I shove myself off Andrea and grab my silk robe. He has officially lost it.

I storm through the apartment, ready to throw the closest heavy thing at him. For good measure, I grab the bookend off Andrea’s bookshelf. I throw the door open and barely miss his fists. “Are you fucking high? I should castrate you!”

“I’ve never been more sober in my fucking life. Now move.” Marco shoves me out of the way, taking long strides through the apartment as he searches for Andrea and my bedroom.

“You psycho dumbass. Get the fuck out!” When I catch up to Marco, he’s standing in the doorway of our bedroom, noticing Andrea’s naked body, then the cake, before turning to me.

“What’s the cake for?” Confusion appears on his face, convincing me that his brain may short-circuit.

“It doesn’t fucking matter. Get out!” He shoves my hand away when I grab his arm, hoping to drag him out of the apartment. Like I’d be able to do that. He’s monstrous compared to my petite height.

He swings toward me and points his finger in my face. “You want to call me a piece of shit? I’ll show you how fucking wrong you are. I’ll show both of you how perfect this can be.”

He stalks into the room, hungrily staring at Andrea. He stops several feet from the bed and stares at him, hesitation in Andrea’s eyes as he puts together what happened at the wedding before Marco speaks again. “Get on your fucking knees, Andrea.”