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She’s shivering, and I fucking love how hard her nipples are for me. Her hands are free, so she doesn’t have a panic attack. I’m pushing her pretty goddamn far on what has been a rough night for her already.
It’s five in the morning, so I’m hoping that will grant us a little privacy. But I’m not about to race up the flights of stairs to lock the doors. I need to taste her now. This is a fantasy of hers—getting it on in a public place where anyone could walk in on us.
“Giovanni, I…”
But that’s all she gets out before I dive between her legs, marrying my lips to her sweet heat.
She cries out, as if surprised I intend to gorge myself on her pussy until she comes all over my face.
And then I’m going to fucking do it again.
I love her spread open like this for me. I can feel each muscle tense and relax over and over. I have more room to move my head so I can dip my tongue into her at odd angles that I’m sure no man has ever done before, or with this much enthusiasm. She’s a goddess. A walking wet dream. I will make sure she never forgets my name, because her voice will be hoarse from screaming it on a loop.
I suck on those puffy pussy lips even harder than I snacked on her lower lip while we were kissing.
“You’re wet as fuck, Melissa,” I tell her in the rare moment I pull back, letting the air tease her sensitive netherlips, reminding them that they are soaking wet because of me. Pride barrels my chest, because I know I am the man who makes her tremble with need.
“Giovanni, you’re… This is…”
I know I’m fucking amazing when I want to be. The trouble is, the most I usually want is a quick release so I can move on with my day’s tasks. But tonight, I want to torment her. I want to taste her until she runs dry, if that’s even possible. She’s a fountain tonight, gushing for me every time her hips buck. Those tiny curls glisten for me, so it’s only right that I should take a second to appreciate the look of them shining only for me.
“Giovanni, please! More. I need more.”
I smirk at her, feeling especially evil now that she’s all wanton and twisting for me. “More? More of this?” I crawl up her body and kiss her, letting her taste the juices that have me rock hard.
She tries to buck against me, but I keep my hips from hers so she doesn’t get a lick of friction. She whimpers, so I know I’m on the right track.
“I sure hope one of those doors doesn’t open. They’re going to see how beautiful you are, tied up like this. They’re going to see your tits bouncing.” I give one of them a light slap, and she cries out, her eyes rolling back.
“You like that?”
“Keep talking,” she instructs, and I know that my doll has a thing for dirty talk, mingled with being put on display.
“You’re a dirty doll, you know that?” I bite down on her earlobe while I pinch her nipple. “They’re going to see you spread out for me, begging for my cock.”
“Please, Giovanni! Put it in me. Please!”
If she thinks she’s getting off that easy, she doesn’t know me at all, which plays in my favor. I stand on the steps, taking my body away from hers, so I can suck on the tender inner flesh of her ankle. I’ve tied it well, but there’s enough circulation for her to feel my tongue lap at her skin, driving her that much more crazy.
I’m taking my time with her, which isn’t the point of a stairwell tryst. I should be fucking her quickly and then taking my time in the hotel room, but I’m all turned around tonight. This is what she wants, so my normal moves go straight out the window, along with the logic that reminds me I shouldn’t want her this badly. I shouldn’t be making it my goal to fulfill her sexual fantasy. That’s boyfriend stuff, and I know the rules.
Except from the first time I saw Melissa’s face, my entire being began to shift away from the Moretti Family Rules, and all that they demand of me. Whatever she wants, I’m going to make it my business to give to her on a silver platter.
I kiss the inside of her knee, which is extra sensitive for her. Melissa’s hips buck, showing me those slick curls that are weeping for my touch.
Not so fast.
If my woman has a kink for being watched, I’m going to draw this out as long as I can.
I dive back in, swirling that pulsing bud and then dipping my tongue into her swollen channel. My nose teases her clit while my tongue gives her a taste of what’s to come. My thumbs massage her ass, tilting and lifting so I can control the angle while she remains spread helplessly for me.
“This is it, Giovanni. This is what I want.” Her words are music to my ears. Shame on Lance for ruining her fantasies of being watched. Shame on Lance for a great many things.
When my poor doll’s legs start shaking, I know she’s suffered long enough. Drawing out torture is a skill all four Moretti brothers have in spades, but this payoff will be far more satisfying than the usual rat in the alleyway, waiting to die so the pain will end.
One finger slides in easily. Two takes her breath away. But it’s when I suction my lips to her clit and stroke downward on her with my tongue that my doll begins to shatter.
Her screams echo up the stairwell, bouncing off the concrete walls and no doubt filtering into the hallways above. She thrashes but I hold her in place, delighting in the flood of her essence that fills my mouth and drips down my chin.
