Page 15 of Sin City Obsession (De Salvo Empire #1)

“Good girl,” Rocco rumbled as her fingers sank in between grooves of muscle.

He pulled out until he was only halfway in.

“Gonna shoot my first load down this hot fucking throat.” He wasn’t finished speaking before he’d snapped his hips forward, falling swiftly into a rough rhythm.

“You’re sucking me down so good, beautiful.

I’m gonna blow like a goddamn teenager.”

She would have smiled if she could. It felt like something in her chest did, despite that she could barely breathe through his crushing, electrifying movements.

She did her best to roll her tongue in opposition to his hips, to increase the friction.

But for the most part she was at his mercy and he was taking full advantage.

“Fuck, Alessa !” Rocco suddenly roared, one hand tangling in her hair as his cock twitched in her throat before letting out the first jet of cum.

He was breathing hard as his grip eased, his other hand coming to settle over the one she still had anchored on him, and slowly he eased his dribbling length past her lips. Even after that, he wasn’t soft .

Alessa sucked in a breath and licked her lips, but didn’t move. Except to swallow.

“Pick a room,” he said after another second, his voice still rough and faintly unsteady. “And lose the bra. You sucked my dick like a fucking champ, I’ll even let you choose which hole I fuck next.”

Alessa rolled to her knees, facing him, and carefully unclasped and dropped her bra. She watched his darkened gaze follow the trail of the descending material, watched it linger over her chest, and swung her legs to the opposite side of the chaise. “Whatever you say, sir.”

His eyes snapped back to hers.

She sashayed across the room, trailed her fingers over the banister as she rounded to the stairway opening, and launched herself up. Not that it was a race. It just felt more fun.

Rocco made a sound she couldn’t quite distinguish and seconds later she heard his footfalls on the stairs behind her, moving just fast enough that she was sure the energy that had hit her had hit him, too.

She made it into the bedroom, but not to the bed, before he got his arms around her. She let out a laughing shriek as she found herself bodily spun and lifted off the floor, her back slammed against the wall.

“I almost forgot you were a tease,” he said, already against her lips. “But this time you won’t get away with it.” He pulled her legs around his waist and rocked his hips over hers. “You were gonna choose your pussy, right? Let me fuck this pretty hole properly. ”

Alessa looped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers stretching everywhere just to touch more of him. “ Please , sir,” she whispered into his unsealed kiss.

He reached between them with one hand and rolled a thumb over her clit, sending jolts of lightening through her blood. “Please what, Alessa? Be more specific, or I’ll just take what I want without asking.”

It was all she could do not to pant, or shout her desperation for him to do exactly that in fact. The man was everything that worked for her in a partner. “Please, sir, fuck my pussy with your cock. Please get rough with me, sir. Please .”

Rocco moved his hand, settling both at her hips, and slammed deep inside her with a single driving thrust.

Alessa let her head fall into the wall, a delighted shriek ripping from her as her legs crossed behind him. Oh, God, yes! That cock she’d choked on minutes earlier felt so good grinding up inside her.

Rocco sank his teeth into her lower lip, drawing her focus, then laved her lip with his tongue and husked, “That what you want, beautiful? You want my dick tearing you in half?” He wasted no time picking up a hard, pounding rhythm that shook the framed generic photo on the wall a few feet over.

“Your sweet pussy’s already fluttering around me. Feels so fucking good.”

Alessa struggled to find her words. He wasn’t wrong. All he was doing was fucking her against a wall, but it was the hottest, rawest sex she could remember having. And she wanted more. More of the sex, more intensity—anything he would give. “M-more, please, sir,” she managed to gasp.

Rocco lifted his head from where he’d begun trailing kisses across her unbandaged shoulder.

His eyes were dark and heated and she swore just looking into them doubled her body temperature.

Then he removed one hand from her hip, grazed his fingers over her nipple, and curled those strong fingers around her throat.

“My good girl likes it rough, huh?” He gave a light squeeze and she writhed against him.

His fingers flexed. “Answer the question, Alessa.”

Her nails dug into his skin. “Y-yes,” she panted. “Yes, sir.”

His lips twisted into a smile. “And here I thought you just meant the pounding.” He ground into her for unnecessary, wonderful emphasis, and his fingers tightened again. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

She sucked in as much breath as she could. Her body pulled him closer, or tried to, as another wave of pre-euphoria teased her senses. “S-sir…”

Rocco leaned in and licked her lips. “You really are fucking perfect. I’m going to fill your pussy, toss you onto the bed, fuck those perky tits, and then we’re going downstairs so I can push you face-first against the window wall, where I’ll fuck you while you stare out at the city lights.

” He dragged his length with aching slowness against her channel as he spoke.

“I’ll fuck you while my cum’s still dripping down your thighs, still warm on your chest and smearing across the glass.

And when we’re done with all of that, we’ll leave the mess there for the cleaners in the morning. ”

Heat redoubled through her and Alessa gasped when he loosened the careful pressure on her throat. Her toes were already curling. She should have been mortified at the picture he painted, but she wasn’t.

It was the most damned erotic thing she’d ever heard.

He kissed her hard, sucking on her tongue and thrusting almost leisurely into her for several seconds before retreating. “Understand? We’re doing all of that tonight . And if you wash me out after, I’ll fuck you again on the counter.”

Alessa gasped for breath, barely hanging on. “Y-you want to … sleep … sticky?”

He smirked, the expression devilish and damn near enough to topple her over.

“I want to be balls deep in your pussy when we pass out. But yes, if I can’t do that, then at least still covered in all the fun will do.

” He reached between them with the hand formerly attached to her hip and tweaked her nipple.

“Answer, beautiful. And then I’ll let you come. ”

Lights sparked in her peripheral vision as her body threatened to force her disobedience. She dragged in a breath. “Th-that sounds … fun, sir. Please … fuck me, all night. Sir.”

Rocco groaned, the sound thick and vibrating through her, and flexed his fingers around her throat one more time. “Such a fucking good girl,” he said with a growl. He lowered to breathe his next words into her ear. “Now come .”