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“Ah, Santi. I love the sweet things you say.”

I brushed my nose against hers. “Let’s go get your suitcase and get you cleaned up. I want to make you come at least three times before I take you to the airport.”

“Only three, huh?” she teased. “That’s kind of disappointing.”

I grabbed her nape and brought her closer, then nipped her chin.

“I’ll make you pay for that comment, Amore.”

Her hand came down to my crotch to find me hard already. There would never be a time where I wouldn’t be hard for her.

“I can’t wait,” she murmured softly, her little hand cupping my cock over my jeans.

CHAPTER25

Amore

We were at Santi’s place. I hadn’t been to his place yet. Not sober anyhow. That time Adriano and I got drunk didn’t count. But I’d seen it from the outside plenty. His red-brick home had a decent size yard with a large garage in the back. Adriano had snuck me in there once or twice when I dinged Dad’s cars. I could do College Algebra and Calculus with my eyes closed, but driving… Well, let’s just say I still struggled. I have spent a significant amount of time in car garages over the last year. Santi’s was by far the coolest - the back wall of it was all glass and it overlooked the Brooklyn Bridge and the river. I couldn’t even imagine the view Santi had from inside.

“Fuck, I could get off on the noises you make.” His breath ghosted against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Santi’s scruff tickled my neck, his lips touching the curve of my ear.

“Touch me,” I begged, grinding against him. “Please, touch me, Santi.”

He had someone else go get my suitcase and took me to his place to deliver the three promised orgasms. I was on my fourth.

We were on his bed, both of us naked, with me straddling his lap. He dragged his middle finger along my entrance. I shivered, grinding myself harder against his hand and his pelvis. He moved too slowly, gliding his hand down to cup my pussy and a loud moan slipped through my lips.

A soft curse left his lips. “So fucking wet.”

His grip tightened on my pussy, while his other hand moved to my throat, bracketing it and holding me in place. He pushed two fingers into my pussy, and my brain went hazy with pleasure.

He began to move his hand, his fingers finding my G-spot and stroking it.

“Please,” I breathed over and over again. Each stroke of his finger drove me closer and closer to the edge. My hands wrapped around his neck, my fingers pushing into his hair.

He traced circles around my clit with his thumb, driving me wild with need. Lust pounded through my veins and need consumed me. I needed him more than anything else.

Our tongues tangled, rough and desperate. He tasted like sin, a temptation that would never ease. Straddling him, I couldn’t resist grinding against his hand, brushing against his hard cock.

Removing his hand, his fingers dug into my hips and yanked me forward. In one swift move, he thrust deep inside me, filling me to the hilt. Everything and everyone faded. Nothing mattered. Right now, in his home, his bedroom, it felt like a safe haven that I could stay in forever. I just needed him.

“Ride me, Amore,” he groaned. “Make yourself come.”

My pulse thundered frantically. Santi was the type of man to always be in control. Yet, he was giving it to me.

I rode him slowly, working myself up and down his hard cock. The sensation was new to me. And as he demanded, I moved up and down, winding my pleasure higher and higher. All the while, I kept my eyes on Santi.

His gaze roamed over my body, locking on where we were joined. He stared at our connected bodies with a dark, possessive look. His hands clenched my hips, almost painfully, but none of it mattered when this pleasure took me to new amazing heights.

My orgasm was drawing closer with each move. I never wanted this feeling to end. His hand returned to my throat. His grip was firm as his thumb stroked my pulse.

It was so constrictive, yet it was exactly what I needed. His other hand skated down my stomach, searing a trail down to my clit. He lightly circled my clit as I moved up and down his cock, little sobs escaping my mouth. Each time I moved, his finger brushed against it.

“Santi,” I moaned, fisting his hair and arching my back. Increasing my tempo, I kept riding his cock, my clit rubbing against his fingers. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter through me, both of us grunting and moaning. Losing myself in my own pleasure, I closed my eyes.

He tightened the grip around my throat and every single nerve within my body exploded as I fucked him. My orgasm shattered through me, languid heat spreading like waves. Incoherent words poured out of my mouth as my body shuddered in Santi’s arms. As the cresting waves slowly receded, my senses slowly came back, and I met his dark eyes drinking me in.

I was feeling weightless and exhausted, and before I could just cuddle up to him, a realization hit me. “You didn’t finish?”