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“You won’t need this either.” He reached behind me and unhooked my bra with a snap of his fingers, releasing my breasts. He wasted no time reaching up, cupping them, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Instinctively reacting, I pressed my fingernails into his flesh, raking them from his chest to his lower abdominal muscles. His stomach tensed up, and he pushed me off him onto the bed. I rolled on my side, waiting for his orders.
“Get on your hands and knees, now.”
He threw my skirt up onto my back and positioned himself behind me, driving himself back into me as deep as he could, bottoming out. The force behind the push caused me to almost fall forward, but I caught myself and stabilized my palms on the mattress. He held my hips securely as he pulverized me from behind.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” I felt his grip tighten on my head as he yanked my hair back and to the side. “I want you to watch me fuck you, bella.”
I looked across the room at the mirror, but he jerked my hair once again.
“Eyes on me, only.”
Moaning, I watched him over my shoulder while he stared directly into my gaze. My walls were tightening around him, and I was about to lose myself. With his free hand, he stretched his arm around, pinching my clit between his fingers. Meeting his pace, I pressed myself back against him.
“Yesss, God yesss.”
Leaning away, he pulled out, and I whimpered. Instantly, he replaced the emptiness with two of his fingers, but only enough to tease me. He heaved me back with him, so I was only on my knees and rammed himself back inside me. I let out another loud moan.
He enfolded his clean fingers around my throat, gripping it lightly and put his other to my mouth. Placing his lips next to my ear, he growled. “Suck them.”
Closing my eyes, I obeyed, wrapping my lips around his index and middle finger, giving him what he wanted.
“Rub yourself until you cum for me.”
Reaching down, I circled my sensitive button. The earth shattered beneath me as I erupted within seconds. Valentino moaned louder as he released in me. I could not take anymore and became weak. As I sunk onto the bed, he softly laid me down, then rolled to the side of me, drawing me into his muscular arms.
Dazed, he lied there, panting for a few moments, and smiled.
I propped up on my elbow, peering down at him. “What?”
“I’m not done with you.”
“Oh?” I smiled.
Shaking his head, he sat up and pressed his lips to mine. I pinned my bottom lip between my teeth, waiting for his next move. Reaching for me, he popped his palm on my naked bottom. I yelped.
“Shower time.” He winked.
Morning arrived too early. I opened my eyes, peeking over at Isabelle, who was still asleep. I did not want to bother her, so I slipped out of bed and slid on a pair of grey track pants that were draped over a nearby chair. Exhausted, I sluggishly trudged downstairs to the kitchen for coffee.
When I entered, the chef was busy preparing breakfast. He briefly made eye contact with me before he grabbed a small cup, poured stove top coffee in it, then set it on the island with the newspaper.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Stove top.” I turned the mug in front of me and hooked my finger in the handle. “My favorite.”
“Yes, sir.” He offered a polite grin before spinning back to the food he was preparing.
Though I checked the news on my laptop I still enjoyed reading the traditional newspaper in the morning when I got the chance. It relaxed me. Always starting with the sports section, I thumbed through the pages. Distracted, I could not get my mind off last night. Mindlessly, I stared at the words, not even realizing I was too preoccupied to read it. I stood, carrying my coffee and the paper to the table then sat down.
He plated breakfast for me and brought it over, laying it in front of me on the black, woven placemat. Typically, I would wait for Isabelle, but after last night, I wanted her to sleep as late as she needed. We were up until the incredibly early morning, taking advantage of our uninterrupted time together.
“Thank you, Jean-Pierre.”
I took a bite of my food, then felt a vibration in my pocket. A part of me wanted to ignore it, knowing it was not Isabelle. However, work never stopped. Sliding my phone from my pocket, I read a text from Joseph.
Heading out to see my girlfriend before I’m needed back at the estate.
