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Christ. I’m so fucking screwed. She’s mine. All fucking mine.
She’s soaked, and with every swipe of my tongue, her pussy creams even more. She’s soaking wet, yet she’s lying here and taking it. It’s time to ramp up the ante. I want her screaming my name when she comes. I push a finger inside of her warm, tight, wet channel. Finally, fucking finally, she begins to grind against my digit.
She’s still shy, her movements hesitant. I smirk when she digs her fingernails along the tabletop.
“Ahhh,” she cries out as I roll my tongue along the nub of her clit. Her body’s tight as a bow. She’s close. I can sense that she’s about to come.
I withdraw my finger and bring my tongue against her swollen folds. I swipe along her wet slit. She’s shaking with need, her feet flat against the table, grinding against my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her pussy and her breathing deepens. She’s ready. She’s about to come.
I tongue-fuck her harder, deeper, and more intensely. That’s all it takes. Her body quakes as she detonates, her pussy flooding my mouth. “Elio,” she cries out huskily.
“Good. So fucking good,la mia bella puttanella. Now, I’m going to fuck you.”
I unsnap my pants, and my cock bursts free. Thick, erect, and the slit weeping with pre-cum. I need to be inside her. I need to claim her. Fuck, I have never felt the need to dominate a woman as much as I do with Teagan.
“Move toward me,” I instruct. “I want your ass at the edge of this table. I’m going to fuck you. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to be brutal.”
She nods, scooting her body toward the edge of the table. I line my cock up with the entrance to her pussy. I feel the heat of her pussy, and I can’t hold back. I slowly slide into her tightness, feeding her my cock inch by inch.
She gasps, her back bowing off the table as she takes me. I thrust deep inside of her, and once again, she lies still and takes everything I’m giving her. Christ, it’s going to take some time for her to understand that I need, no want, more than just her to lie here. I want her to fuck me just as I am her.
She feels so fucking good. It’s not going to take much for me to come. But first, I need to feel her come. I want to feel her pretty pussy constrict around me. I pound into her like a man possessed. I’m going to own every fucking inch of her by the morning.
“Elio,” she hisses as I piston my hips, picking my pace up once again. I thrust hard and deep inside of her, my cock thick and about ready to burst. I need her to come. Fuck. She releases a low and husky moan, the sound fucking beautiful.
“Come,la mia bella puttanella,” I demand as my balls tighten. I’m close. “Come now,” I snarl, thrusting even harder than before.
Her eyes are wide and filled with confusion. Her breath hitches, and I can see that she’s struggling with what’s happening. She’s enjoying it, though no doubt she thought she wouldn’t. She probably thought she’d be crying. Instead, she’s moaning, groaning, and ready to come.
I bring my fingers to her clit and rotate my hips, pistoning into her. It’s deeper this way. So fucking deep. I can’t hold back anymore. My cock thickens, and I’m about to come. Christ.
“Ahhhh,” she cries out as I pinch her clit. Her scream rents the air as she detonates, her orgasm washing over her.
“Fuck,” I growl as her pussy clenches around my cock. I’m done. I slide my cock into her, burying myself to the hilt. I groan as I unload stream after stream of cum inside of her.
Fuck. I’m so fucking screwed. Right now, revenge is the furthest thing from my mind. I want her again. I want to bury myself inside of her tight, wet channel and fuck her into oblivion, and then I want to do it again.
My cell rings, and I pull out of her. I’m instantly on edge, knowing that it has to be Rocco with information about this evening. I glance down at Teagan. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes wide and bright, her chest heaving. She’s thoroughly fucked.
“Go shower,la mia bellissima moglie. I have to take this,” I tell her, fixing my pants and reaching for my cell.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing,” Rocco growls. “The servers have no idea who the man who spiked the champagne with poison was working with. But they did tell us that he’d been with the company for a few years. He was hardworking and hadn’t ever stepped out of line.”
I run a hand over my face. “So why the fuck did he do this?”
“I don’t know, but we’re meeting with the manager of the venue in an hour to go over footage.”
I turn to look at Teagan and see that she has her dress pulled tightly around her. “I’ll be there,” I assure him.
“Go,” I say to Teagan once I’m off the call with Rocco. “Go shower and then go to bed. I’m not sure how long I’ll be.”
Her fingers clench around her dress, her black hair flowing down her back. “Okay,” she replies softly. There’s no anger, no annoyance, just acceptance.
“Get some rest,” I say as I reach into my pocket for my keys.
She nods, her big gray eyes watching me.
