Page 72 of Dark Breaker

I watch him walk away and stare at that sexy, powerful butt of his, remembering what it looks like naked.

I’m trembling as I put on my helmet, and when I hop onto my bike I can definitely feel the wetness in my panties.

Already?

I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s been building all evening and that kiss was only the culmination.

I take to the streets.

I glance in my rearview mirror and spot a ruby red Ferrari following me. One of the newer limited edition models, the LaFerrari or something? Fabio is behind the wheel.

Geez, how many different cars does he have? It seems like I never see him in the same vehicle twice.

Well, either way, it’s reassuring somehow, seeing him there. He wants to make certain I get home safely. He’ll protect me from the Tunisians, and my stalkers.

Then again, maybe he just wants to make sure I return to his penthouse, period, considering how contentious things were between us earlier. No, he must realize all that was wiped away with our date. Still, that passionate kiss he gave me was partly to ensure my return, no doubt. He didn’t have to worry though: I have every intention of going back.

I consider teasing him by taking a longer route, but decide I want to feel him inside of me as soon as possible—by delaying, I’ll only be teasing myself.

I remember the hunger in his eyes, the press of his hard cock against my thigh…

Mmm. Yes. I so want him.

I take a left and soon pull into our garage.

12

Fabio

Iwant her so fucking bad. As soon as I enter the garage in my Ferrari, I’ve barely put the car into park before I’m out the door and tossing my keys at the attendant.

“Bona sera,” Giuseppe says. Good evening. “The date went well I take it?”

“How did you know?” I reply.

“You’ve got a hop to your step,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

That’s because my pants are feeling rather tight, I want to tell him, but that’s a bit crude. So I merely smile and do my best to hide the bulge in my trousers.

I find Rosa waiting at the elevator. She’s already pressed the button.

As soon as I get close to her, we’re all over each other.

The elevator dings and I haul her inside, my lips glued to hers, oblivious to the other couple that struggles to get past us.

I fish my elevator key out of my pocket and slip it into the slot, then fumble with the buttons. Finally the door closes and I can concentrate on Rosa. My beautiful she-devil. My escape. My release.

I unzip her leather jumpsuit while I’m kissing her, and haul down her top so that her upper body is free of the outfit. Then I open her bra and shove it inside her jumpsuit so that it won’t be lost in the elevator. Her breasts jiggle free. I knead and pull her nipples with my rough hands. They’re already hard pebbles.

In turn, she loosens my tie and opens the top buttons of my shirt. She plants a dainty hand on my chest and squeezes one of my pectoral muscles. Fuck it turns me on. My own nipples are hard, sensitive, and I can’t help but moan.

The elevator door opens and we slip into my penthouse suite. I kick off my shoes and Rosa tries to do the same with her own footwear, struggling with the straps of her boots, but I’m too frantic and already pulling her forward. We continue to advance, groping and kissing.

We don’t quite make it to the bedroom.

Instead, I shove Rosa backward onto the countertop of the kitchen island. I open the buckles of her boots and doff them in turn. Then I strip her jumpsuit off the rest of the way and slide down her panties.

I stare at her sweet, inviting pussy. The lips are so swollen, and they glisten, obviously wet with desire. I have the sudden urge to taste her right then and there. My tongue has healed up quite well, so I could… but I resist the temptation. Not yet. I want her to pleasure me first, tonight.