Page 279 of Valentino

Time.

He keeps riding me with his tongue, deeper…. Until I can’t stand it.

My fingers fist his hair, my hips begin to grind by themselves, riding his face.

He’s all in, whiskers, tongue, complete fucking fire.

“Get up here,” I moan. “Please,” I beg.

“So fucking hot.” He pushes three fingers deep into my sex and twists them.

I cry out. “Valentino,” I whimper. “I need you.”

With one last kiss to my inner thigh, he crawls up over me and brings my legs with him so that they are over his shoulders.

In this position I am completely at his mercy.

We stare at each other, and in the perfect moment of clarity I realize that this is the pinnacle. “Fuck me,” I mouth. “Give me everything.”

His eyes flicker with arousal and he slams in hard, the air is knocked from my lungs.

I cry out.

He pumps me hard, taking no prisoners as his body takes what it needs from mine.

Deep punishing hits, the bed slams into the wall and I’m surprised it doesn’t fall down from the sheer force.

My hands roam up and down his muscular body, never have I encountered such a beautiful specimen of male. My feet are up around his shoulders and my arousal is still glistening in his whiskers.

He’s wet with perspiration and the sheer size of his body is stretching out mine. Ahhh!

“I’m going to blow so fucking hard,” he growls in my ear.

I begin to see stars, it’s one thing to feel him dominate my physical body, but when he starts to dirty talk about how hard he’s going to come…. It’s all over for me.

Pump…. Pump…. Pump….

“Ahhh.” I convulse and cling to him, his body continues to pound into me.

Slamming hits and the sound of the bed hitting the wall is deafening.

“Fuck…Anna,” he cries, he holds himself deep and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he ejaculates deep inside of me.

We cling to each other, gasping for air. His body is still inside of mine, my heart is firmly in the palm of his hands.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I love you too.” My eyes well with tears. “So very much.”

I hit download, and a message comes up.

Not enough space.

Damn it.

The flash drive is full.

I want to get this report off before I go to lunch. I look through my briefcase…. Surely I have another one in here somewhere. I look and look.