Page 91 of Captivated

Her grip on his dick tightened, and Joe let out a low grunt.

“Badare.”

“I am being careful—you stop this game of yours,” she warned.

He smirked. “Perdonami?”

Liliana wet her lips.

Her control was slipping.

“Forgive me,” he said again in English, “and I promise to have that pretty pussy of yours purring, Liliana.”

“You are … terrible.”

“Terribly good, maybe.”

Joe bucked his hips upward, and the action made Liliana’s hand stroke his dick. She gave him another one of her fake glares, but it quickly faded away when he caught her mouth with his own again. A deeper kiss than before—hotter, too.

How it was possible, he didn’t know.

“Killing me,” he whispered against her lips. “You better get my cock in your cunt before I get us both out of this tub, and put you on your knees.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, either.”

“I could make you wait, too.”

Liliana’s eyes widened. “For what?”

“To get my cock—to come.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Hurry up then; time’s running out.”

Joe was lying through his teeth. He was in no better spot than her. All he really wanted was to be buried nine inches deep into her pussy, and fucking them both to bliss. She didn’t call him on his bluff, though.

No, instead she simply said, “Promise to do that after?”

Yep.

Dead.

Deceased.

He was done for when it came to this woman.

“Promise,” he said.

Liliana lifted from his lap to fit his cock between her thighs, and then lowered just enough to make her pussy swallow the head of his dick. He felt her delicate inner muscles clenching—teasing him again; she had to be teasing.

“Liliana,” he growled.

“Slow,” she said, leaning in close to whisper the words along his lips. At the same time, she lowered painfully slow on his length until he was buried balls-deep, and his world felt right again. How did that even happen? When had that happened? Then, her fingertips dragged sweet, gentle lines over his skin. “And soft, Joe.”

“Is that what you want?”

Bitten-red lips.