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It’s fine with me. I have my answers.
“Salvatore… I want you so fucking bad…”
I give her ass a quick slap to chastise her for the language, she knows better than that. Of course this only makes her moan, and her fingers run to my waist where she starts to unbuckle my belt.
“I wanna feel you spank me while I come,” she whispers. She likes that when she’s sober, never mind when she’s high.
I kiss and bite her lips as I lift her dress. I drag her thong down and gently rub my thumb over her throbbing parts. She lets out a moan so seductive, my own parts throb.
“Take out my cock,” I growl. I have a purpose, but I’m not inhuman. And I have a gorgeous woman eager to please me. A woman who’s taken my name and wears my ring.
She slides my cock out, bends down, and runs her tongue over it before she slides it in her mouth. I groan out loud as I reach for my belt. While she kisses and licks me, I double the belt over and slap her thigh. It only makes her suck more eagerly. We keep up the spanking and blow job until I’m right on the edge.
“Wait.”
I slide my cock back inside my pants, swing her out, and drag her over my knee. I reach into the bedside table and grab the hot pink sex toy I bought for this purpose. There are many options on it, and I know exactly what she needs. “Hold this between your legs.” It vibrates in her hand.
She quickly obeys, her hands trembling. I’d bet half my kingdom she’s already on the cusp of orgasm.
“Oh, God, Salvatore. I want you so bad.”
That makes two of us.
I slap the belt down, hard. She can take it hard like this. A red stripe blooms across her ass as she slides the vibrator between her legs and presses it to her clit. Fuck, I love how dirty she is and how she eats up every damn thing I do to her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, squirming as she nears climax. “Yes,” she whispers. I slap the belt down and she jerks her hips, on the verge of climax.“Yes!”
Again and again I spank her as she moans, holding the vibrator between her legs until she tenses then screams her climax. On and on it goes as I hold her over my knee. Still climaxing, I pull her upright and onto my lap.
I pin her hands to her sides, lay her back on the bed and tug her panties down. Drape her legs over my neck and lick her slick pussy.
She gasps and tries to move away. “Ah, too soon, so sensitive,” she whispers. I ease the strokes of my tongue until she’s eager for more, on the verge of a second climax. I grasp her wrists and ravage her with my tongue until she screams my name and stabs my hair with her fingers, grasping for purchase. She comes so hard she lifts off the bed. I lazily lap her until she sinks back to the bed, then kneel over her and glide the head of my swollen cock between her legs.
“I want you in me,” she says in a plea that’s nearly a moan. “Please, Salvatore, I want your cock in me.” I thrust into her, grateful she can take me like this now. With her arms around my neck she holds on tight and her beautiful legs wrap around me. Every thrust feels like a claiming, a punishment, a branding. I fuck her until my balls clench and my release spills inside her, marking her as mine. She moans into another orgasm, gasping for breath as we come together.
I hold her. Her heartbeat hammers against my chest. My senses are alert, as if the lines of my existence are painted in bright swaths of color, vivid and clear.
“Was that a fucking triple?”
She sags against my chest. “I maybe lost count. Holyshit. I don’t know how I’ll be able to go to this party. I… can’t even walk. I don’t know how you’re still breathing.” She gasps again. “I’m trying to remember how.”
I hold her against me. I steal this one moment of peace with her before God knows what happens next. We can’t go on like this, I know it.
“Let’s do that again sometime,” she says with a grin.
“We will.”
It only takes a few minutes to clean up. She needs a little help getting ready for the party, but soon, she’s all dolled up and as gorgeous as ever. Grinning at me, she looks as if she wants to dance. I half wonder why it took me this long to get her a damn edible.
“I think a little bit of my lipstick is on your collar, sir,” she says with a giggle.
I look down. It’s barely noticeable. “Well, would you look at that.”
For some reason this makes her giggle. She damn near thinks it’s hysterical.
Fully dressed and put back together, I look down at my phone and realize I have ten missed calls. Fuck.
I pick up my phone and scroll—my mom, Cristiano, a couple of my men, including Federico.
