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He’s at the door. He’s tall, big, strong, and he’s wearing a suit that looks made just for him. He’s impossibly handsome, and his dark stubble grows because he hasn’t shaved. “You ever grow a beard?”
“Sometimes.” He shrugs. “Not my thing. You ever think of not waxing?”
The T-shirt’s ridden up, and I’m exposing myself. Heat rushes me, and I almost pull it down but stop myself. Instead, I part my thighs.
“Fucking hell, Karlee. We?—”
“Can’t, I know. Even though we clearly can. You look tired, come here.”
For a second, I think he’s going to go the other way but he doesn’t. Tizio comes over to me. “Cover up, it’s fucking hard to think as it is with you in my bed.”
That thrills me, and I reach for him, riding that wave, and unbuckling his belt. Then I pull the T-shirt off. “Get naked withme, Sir,” I say, rubbing his growing cock in his trousers. “We should take advantage of this while we can.”
“Karlee.”
I undo his pants and free his cock, coming forward to lick him and take him into my mouth. He groans low as he pulls me to him, hands on my head. “Fuck, you’re a dirty thing, aren’t you? Lucky for you, I like dirty things. Fuck me with your mouth, Karlee.”
He doesn’t give me a chance as he takes me and starts to use me to fuck into. He controls everything, and excitement spreads like wildfire through me. I love his cock in my mouth. I love the discomfort and the sweetness of him filling me brings. I love the reward of him losing it and coming because of me.
I swallow him down, and then he pulls me up to kiss me. He tugs me into him as he lies on the bed. “On my face, Karlee. Now.”
My legs are shaking as I do that. He wraps his hands around my thighs and buries his tongue in me, working me slowly, inside and out, until I’m shaking and grinding into him. The orgasm comes without him putting his fingers in me, waves of undulating pleasure that make my nerve endings sing, and I half collapse onto him.
But he pushes me off as he gets up. Tizio takes my hand and lifts it to his lips. There, he kisses my inner wrist, and the unexpected tenderness sweeps through me. “I need a fucking shower, and you need all the punishment in the world.”
His amber eyes are dark on me, and at the edges, I can see the concern about what we’re doing and where it’s going.
Nowhere, I want to scream. I know that. Nowhere.
Instead, I paste on a smile and get up, darting out of the room and into mine to grab a shower. I’m out before him, and I pull on my one set of lace panties. They’re low, fancy, and all sheer lace that shows everything. I bought them along with a little lace topfor Caleb when I dated him back at KonCept. But I never quite ever found the time to put them on.
But Tizio? I want him to see, for him to think about me in these for a long time and what might have been.
The shower’s still running when I go back into his room, and I can’t help myself. I crack open the bathroom door and peek in.
I know what he looks like without clothes, but there’s something about the water sluicing over him that makes my mouth water. I throw myself on the bed, picking up the thick crime novel on the side table. I open it and shudder. Gruesome is not the word for the random page I’m looking at. I close it with a snap and put it back.
When he comes out, his hair is dripping tiny rivulets, he’s shaved, and his gaze hits me, hungry and hot.
“Minx, I’ve work to do, and you’re taking this and running with it.”
I turn and get on my hands and knees and wiggle my ass. He smacks me. “Ow!”
“If I fuck you again, which is a habit that needs to end, I’ll have to shower again.”
“So.”
He drops his towel, and he’s hard. There’s something about him, big and there and naked, as he pulls me to the edge of the bed by my ankles and shoves my panties to the side. He pushes into me, stretching me, filling me, and I wiggle to get him deeper. “More.”
He smacks me again and thrusts hard. “You don’t demand. You obey.”
Tizio pulls back and thrusts into me again, smacking my other ass cheek.
“Make me.”
Oh, it’s on. I can barely hold on to the position I’m in as the force of each thrust pushes me forward. It’s so good that I revelin it, giving him what we both want. I want him to take me and use me, while he wants to teach me a lesson in sex.
When we both come, in a hot, wild burst of pleasure, he pulls out and sits, dragging me up on him to slide a hand under my top to play with my breasts. “Jesus, Karlee. This . . .”
