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He pulls me down onto his lap, and the tip of his cock hits my cervix as all of my weight lands on him. I moan out loud again, my whole pussy still throbbing and aching from my release.
Right away, I begin to grind on him. He’s able to hit my g-spot without much effort from this angle, and each stroke arrests my inhibitions. I would let him do anything he wanted to me right now. I would sell my soul to him to feel the extent of his sexual abilities.
He pulls my head back by gripping the roots of my hair, kissing and sucking on my neck as he works his way down to my collar bones. I want him to leave marks on my skin, to prove to the world that I belong to him in every way. He sucks on the area where my neck meets my shoulder, and I’m paralyzed by the intensity of this strange new sensation as it overloads me.
I’m unable to think about anything but him. He’s my entire world, and my only purpose is to pleasure him until he’s content. Based on the way his eyes are rolling into the back of his head, I’d say I’m accomplishing my goal.
“Goddamn it, your pussy feels amazing. You’re so tight,” he whispers, biting my earlobe and growling in my ear as he begins to fuck me harder.
I feel weightless as he moves my hips, sliding his cock in and out as his cock pulses inside of me. I revel in the sensation of his desire for me as every stroke brings him closer to the edge.
As he nears orgasm, he pulls my hair just a bit harder, losing his battle with himself. He loves fucking me so much that he can’t control himself, and that’s all I ever wanted.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I whisper, my voice wavering as I feel my vagina contract around him. I’m about to cum as well, and there’s nothing I want more right now than for both of us to orgasm together.
Just before he explodes, he slows down and looks me deep in the eyes. It’s the first time he’s ever stared at me with such intensity, and I’m struck by how beautiful his eyes really are. Instead of his baseline contempt, all I see in his gaze are stars.
My pussy feels hot as I grind him hard, desperately chasing the high that he’d given me only moments ago. He angles his hips to hit the front wall of my vagina again and again until I’m screaming for him all over.
Within seconds, he holds me as close as he can as his body betrays him. His breath becomes faster and more desperate, sending him into his own version of nirvana.
His fingers grip my back, clutching my shirt as he squeezes me to his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, allowing myself to melt into him. Right now, we’re one body.
It takes a few moments before either of us is willing to pull away. I close my eyes and feel the heat radiating from his body as our hearts begin to slow. We’re both completely quiet, existing in the present without a care or worry in the world as our brains flood with oxytocin.
When he lifts his head from my chest, he tucks a sweaty tendril of hair behind my ear. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
It doesn’t feel necessary to respond with words. I lean down and kiss him hard on the lips, biting his lower lip for a moment to return the compliment.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
MARCELLO
We’re down to the wire as we plan the assassination of Franco Di Angelo. As the day draws near, my aggravation and anxiety increase. I only have one shot to pull this off, and if I fail, I’m the one who has to pay the ultimate price.
I’m in my office leafing through the same files for the eleventh time when I get a call on my work phone. I expect that it’s Charlie with more details, though I’m not sure how much more we need to know at this point. I suppose more info couldn’t hurt, and either way, I need to go over some of the existing information with him.
When I pick up the phone, I’m shocked when I’m certain I hear June’s voice.
“Hello? June?” asks June’s voice. She’s a bit more shrill than usual, but they sound so similar that I’m too baffled to answer right away.
“Hello? Can you hear me, sweetheart?” asks the voice again with growing urgency.
“Um, hello, this is Marcello,” I reply hesitantly. I have no idea who this person is, but they know who June is, and they know she’s here. The speaker is American, but the familiarity with the termsweetheartleads me to believe that this person isnota member of a spy organization.
“Can you please put June on the phone? I haven’t heard from her in over a week. I know she’s busy, but I feel like I still deserve a phone call to make sure she’s doing alright!” she replies.
I hesitate again. Who the hell is this person, and why does she have my work phone number?
“May I ask who’s calling?” I reply, putting on my most formal voice. “I’m not sure if we’ve spoken before. How did you get this number?”
“June called me from this number last week. She said there was some issue with her passport, so I wanted to make sure that she was doing okay and didn’t need anything from me. I have her birth certificate and everything if she’s missing documents,” she says.
This is June’s mother.
I clear my throat, uncertain of the proper course of action. “Oh, June isn’t available right now, but I can try to have her call you back when she’s free. She’s been really wrapped up at the embassy. They’re relentless about all of the details they need from you.”
At least now I know for a fact that June wasn’t lying about the excuse she gave her mother. I actually feel a little bit guilty now. Of course, if this womanactuallyknew what was going on with her daughter, she would drop dead of a heart attack in a minute flat.
