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“Stop being fucking smart,” he warns, wearing a hint of a smirk.
“Are you gonna fuck me, Raoul Burlusconi, or are you gonna keep thinking about it?” I tease, almost choking on my words when both my wrists get gripped and slammed into the headboard.
“Not straight away.” His lips touch the skin beneath my ear delicately, right before his teeth sink into my lobe and send a current of electricity directly to my pussy.
I fidget against his hold, but he keeps firm control, his lips continuing to explore my neck then my shoulders, driving me crazy with anticipation.
He releases my wrists and pulls himself away, making me want to drag him back on to me when he stands and purposely takes his time pulling off his jacket. Laying it neatly on the edge of the bed, his eyes don’t veer from mine as he unloads the guns one by one from the holster he’s wearing over his shoulders and places them on the bedside table. Then shrugging out of the holster, he lets it drop to the floor.
I keep my thighs pressed together, trying to sustain the ache between them as his intense stare remains on me. He carefully unbuttons his cuffs and folds them up his arm like he’s about to do some damage.
I do my best to remain calm, despite my body screaming for his touch. And when his hand reaches forward, he scrunches the sheet covering me in his fist, and slowly pulls it away from me. I feel my stomach flip and my heartbeat pound.
I’m really doing this. This is really happening. I’m about to be fucked by Raoul Burlusconi.
I watch his fingers spread open as his hand moves up over the towel I’m wearing, slipping under the fold that’s keeping it together. When he slowly pulls it apart and I feel his fingertips graze across my skin, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning.
“You're perfect,” he tells me, in a deep hushed tone that makes me blush as he lowers himself to cover one of my nipples with his warm mouth. I moan out loud when he fists my other tit tightly in his palm, causing me pleasure and pain at the same time. His tongue slowly circling around me on one side as he crushes me on the other. And as I close my eyes and take from him, I really can’t decide which I like the most.
I feel hollow and desperate between my legs, the ache so frustrating that I can almost hear myself begging him to touch me there.
I open my eyes when I feel his fingers move up and stretch around my throat, watching the muscles in his arms tense as he grips. His body slides in the opposite direction, his lips skimming over my ribs, and pressing against my hot skin. As his mouth reaches my hip bone, he raises his eyes up my body to hold my gaze, and I know this is him daring me. He’s giving me one last chance to stop him before we pass the point of no return, and instead of doing the right thing and saving myself a lifetime of hurt, I throw back my head and welcome more of the bitter-sweet pleasure that’s going to destroy me.
He drags his hands back down my body, then uses them both to spread me wider, his lips dabbing against my inner thigh and making the burn inside me spread deeper. When I look back down, I see the satisfied smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what he’s doing, kissing me everywhere but the place I need him to.
“Girls who ask nicely get what they want.” His whisper blowing against my sensitive flesh drives me wild. “And if you ask me nicely, I’ll kiss you here.” He teases me further, sliding the bridge of his nose through my center, and I try to remain silent as I feel myself leak between my legs.
“You’re already so wet for me, I bet you taste incredible,” he taunts, looking up at me and turning his cheek to place another kiss on the inside of my thigh.
“Please, Raoul.” I give in to his game far too easily, but if it’s a game that will stop the ache inside me, I’m happy to play.
“Please what?” He prolongs the torture a little further.
I groan in frustration as his stubble brushes the inside of my legs, and I wait in desperate agony.
“Put your mouth on me… Please,” I beg, gripping at the sheet under me and bracing myself for what’s coming.
The smug bastard offers me one last wicked smile before flattening his tongue against my throbbing pussy, then trails an agonizingly slow path through its lips. His fingers dig deeper into my thighs, holding me in place as he sucks the pulse out of my clit and raises my back off the mattress.
I’m so close, all the built-up pressure inside is becoming far too intense to keep contained and just as I feel it about to release, Raoul suddenly pulls away from me.
“Raoul!” I shriek. Looking down at him with shocked eyes.
“I want more than one night.” He peers back at me, the expression on his face deadly serious.
“What?” I breathe out in frustration, my pussy feels like it’s about to detonate, and he wants to have a conversation?
“I want you for more than one night. I want you to stay here with me until I have to make that commitment.” He moves even further away from me and sits back on his knees.
“Raoul, what are you doing?” I stare up at him in shock. Now is really not the time for him to be making negotiations. It’s not fair.
“Promise me longer. One night isn’t enough, not for all the things I want to do to you.” His mouth remains straight and his eyes hooded as he waits for my answer.
“That’s a terrible idea.” I shake my head, doing my best to be strong. He’s not thinking straight, neither of us are, and I have to try and do the sensible thing. Raoul must read the thoughts in my head because he presses the pad of his thumb over my throbbing clit, and massages me with just enough pressure to keep me from remembering the difference between right and wrong.
“Say yes, and I’ll let you come,” he promises, sliding off the end of the bed to standing up in front of me. He starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off his muscular shoulders. The years have been very kind to Raoul, it’s clear that he works out, and my fingers twitch to reach out and touch every solid inch of him.
He kicks off his shoes, then reaches down to pull off his socks, taking his time to undo the buckle of his belt. I can’t stop my hips from struggling against the mattress when he pushes his slacks off his hips and reveals himself entirely.
