I gasp against his mouth.
“It’s just the timer,” Rocco reassures me, half his face now cast in shadow, the other illuminated with a blue tinge by the center console.
In the half-darkness, my senses become heightened. My ears strain harder for any indication that someone might walk in on us.
Then, a hand reaches for my neck. It happens so suddenly that I let out a short shriek.
“Shhh…” Rocco hisses close to my ear. “Did I scare you?”
I let out a shaking breath.
“N…no?”
His hand begins to explore my chest again, rubbing me through my clothes. I feel the tension beginning to seep down to my core.
“Do you trust me?” His voice is suddenly low, his tongue darting out across my exposed cleavage.
All I can do is nod.
Suddenly, I feel a tug on the back of my dress. A second later, the zipper is entirely undone, and the front of my beautiful, bespoke gown is falling to my waist.
“Rocco!” I cry in alarm.
But he presses in closer to me, covering me with those huge, tattooed arms, and begins to stroke at the bare skin of my stomach. It feels like he’s everywhere. Every touch is an unexpected delight that sends shivers of desire through me.
I search frantically for his face, missing the presence of his lips. But then they’re on my neck, and I melt into the sensation of his tongue working its way back to my mouth.
When he reaches it, the kiss I give him is filthy, all teeth and tongue and lips. I suck on his lips like it’s my only source of oxygen.
His fingers slip around my leg, hoisting the skirt material up my thigh…
“Fuck!” he curses when he finally discovers the bareness of my ass, the lack of clothing standing between him and my now throbbing center.
I bite hard on his lip to try and silence him. But I’m rewarded with a stiff groan as he scrambles to unfasten his pants.
“Do you trust me?” he asks again.
His hands dig into my ass, pushing me closer. I can feel the hardness of his cock, now released from its restraints, pressing into my stomach tantalizingly.
“I trust you to delete whatever footage there is of this.”
Rocco pushes me back immediately, allowing me to sit up properly, entirely exposed to the elements. But his hands never leave my skin, grabbing at my chest to keep my breasts from view.
There’s nothing but pure lust on his face as he looks up at me.
“Do you think I would share you with anyone?”
He massages my breasts in his hand, thumb flicking over my taut nipples. All I can do is desperately rub my soaked sex up and down his thickening cock.
“Do you think I enjoyed letting you see Lazzaro?”
One hand drops down to lift himself up to meet my eager entrance. But he holds me there, just hovering over the release I so desperately need.
“I could have killed every man in that room who looked at you and wondered what this would feel like.”
Finally, he lowers me onto his thick cock. The feeling of him inside me sets my entire body alight.
“Does that scare you?”
