Page 390 of Valentino

He chuckles into me and kisses my thigh, “In a minute.”

Standing, he undoes my dress at the waist and tears it open, I lie on his desk in only my bra.

His eyes linger on my skin, he trails his finger from my jaw down between my breasts and then down to the lips of my sex.

“Pink,” he murmurs almost to himself as he spreads me wide. “I’ve watched a lot of redheaded porn to try and imagine what you’d be like.” His eyes rise to meet mine, “But nothing could prepare me for your beauty.”

“You’ve thought about my body.”

“Every fucking day.”

The air crackles between us.

“Have you thought about mine?” he asks.

“Every fucking night.”

“When you fuck yourself?”

I nod, “Yes.” I take his hand in mine, “When you stretch me open and give me what I need.”

He inhales sharply, his eyes flutter, “Gracie,” he whispers darkly.

I sit up and by his hand I pull him close, our lips touch as we kiss.

Softly at first, barely a whisper.

But it’s so good, he takes my face in his two hands and I kiss him again. He frowns against me as our kiss deepens.

An intimate kiss in a sea of arousal, it’s unexpected.

Confusing.

“Gabriel.”

“Don’t,” he cuts me off with another kiss, and I can feel his arousal grow, hitting fever pitch.

Something changed with our kiss.

The fire is out of control, a blazing inferno.

He pushes me back down onto the desk and with his eyes locked on mine he unbuttons his shirt and drops his pants.

His huge dick springs free.

My eyes widen…… Is this really happening?

He bends and licks me between my legs and spits a little to lubricate me.

Oh my god.

He did not just do that.

Don’t wake me up because if this is a fantasy dream….. I am all in. This is porn sex, big dick, spitting, fucking your boss on his desk, porn sex.

His skin has a sheen of perspiration all over and with his dark eyes fixed on me, he licks his lips in anticipation.

My arousal hits fever pitch.