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Cristo, I wanted that, too.
I began rolling my hips, working him in and out. Nothing compared to the feeling. I wanted to drown in this man and never resurface. The head of his cock brushed my prostate with each thrust, and my skin threatened to split open at any moment from the sensation. Sweat rolled down my temples, but I didn’t stop.
His face was slack with pleasure, his muscles taut. I loved seeing him like this. I loved knowing I was the one to drive him out of his skull.
“You like it, no? You like having my dick inside you. Tell me.”
“It feels so good,” I said through heavy pants.
“You look fucking hot like this.” He jerked me harder, faster. “I want you to shoot all over my chest. Show me how much I can make you come.”
Minchia! The combination of his hand and his dick was too much. Unable to help myself, I began moving faster, chasing the finish. Goosebumps raced along my skin. The orgasm slammed into me, my hips stuttering as jets of come shot out of my cock.
I moaned, helpless, as streams of fluid streaked across his skin, marking him. My ass clenched around his cock and he pressed up, his body straining. “Ah, sì. Così va bene. Sto per venire!”
Three more pumps and he pulsed inside me. I could feel him swell as he came, hot liquid filling me. “Fuck!” he shouted. His fingers dug into my thighs and his back arched.
When he sagged into the mattress I fell forward, trying to catch my breath. My hands rested on the mattress by Giulio’s head. “Dio mio,” I whispered.
“Fichissimo.” He ran his hands over my shoulders and cupped my face. “Come here.”
Lowering onto an elbow, I let him take most of my weight as our mouths met. The kiss was light, our lips brushing softly, lingering, with neither one of us in a hurry to pull away. His fingers trailed over my back, stroking my skin lazily.
He dropped kisses along my jaw. It was tender, almost reverent. Worshipful. “Alessione,” he breathed into my throat.
My heart turned over at the pet version of my name, one Italians used in fondness. I swallowed hard, suddenly unable to speak. I kept perfectly still, soaking in his attention like a plant starved of rain.
His fingers trailed between my legs, to where we were still joined. He traced the edge of my rim stretched around his half-hard cock. “Such a good slut,” he murmured against my collarbone, sucking my gold cornicello into his mouth before letting it fall. “You are mine to fuck and use whenever I want, no? Only mine.”
A shiver went through me. I didn’t know why this possessive side of him turned me on, but it did. I felt drunk on him, delirious with sensation and satisfaction.
“Sì, il mio bel principe.” I rocked my hips again, and we both sucked in air.
He slapped my ass once. “Raise up. I want to watch my come drip out of your hole.”
Helpless to deny him anything, I pressed up on my knees. His dick slipped out of me, and I could feel his come dribble out and land on his groin.
He cupped my cock and balls and moved them out of the way so he could see. “Madre di dio. I love the mess we make together.” He ran his palms over my thighs, my stomach. “We should get cleaned up and make an appearance on deck.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Giulio
We found Theo and Nic in the dining room. They were at the table with one of Nic’s men, the one who took our guns away, eating roasted fish.
Alessio and I had discussed Nic and his position as a Bratva leader at length. We disagreed about whether Theo was in danger or not. I was certain Nic would kill Theo at the conclusion of their affair, but Alessio believed the word of the Russian when he said he wouldn’t.
At Alessio’s insistence, I agreed not to do anything about the situation until right before we left the yacht. Then I would strongly suggest Theo come with us.
“Bello!” Theo called when Alessio and I entered the dining room. “You are alive!”
“Buona sera,” I said. “We apologize for sleeping so long.” I didn’t look directly at Alessio as I sat, but it was almost like I could still feel the tight clasp of him around my dick.
“Oui, sleeping,” Theo said with an exaggerated wink. “That is definitely what it sounded like.”
I shrugged. I would not feel ashamed for being loud. A crew member placed a dinner plate in front of me. “Grazie.”
Theo gestured toward my plate. “Eat, before it gets cold. I was just telling Nic how we met.”
