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With my suit coat unbuttoned, she rested her hands on my shirt and ran her palms over my chest. “When will you move in?”
“Next week. It’s turnkey. What you see is what you get. You can change anything you don’t like.”
I sipped her lips, then spun her around. Holding her close, with her back flush against my chest, I pointed out the guesthouse in the distance. “Orlando and Emilio will be on the property. Timoteo will be here in the house with us as will Ant. Your sister will have her own room.”
“The house is beautiful, but I’ll want a new bed. Our bed.” She braced her hands on the window and ground her ass against my groin.
I slid kisses along her neck, traced the knife on her thigh, and hiked her skirt over her buttocks. As the cool air caressed her flesh, she glanced behind us.
“Timoteo is perceptive. We’re alone.” I pushed her panties to the side and slid my finger along her slit. “Fuck, topolina, you’re wet.”
“Because you’re touching me,” she said on a hot exhale.
I flipped open my belt buckle, unzipped, and released my cock. “Spread your legs.”
She took a step wider, and I rubbed the head of my dick through her folds. Without hesitation, I thrust inside her. The tight stretch of her channel squeezed my dick as I pressed in a fraction deeper, grinding my groin into her ass.
Allegra cried out, and her back arched. Fisting her long, dark hair draping across her back, I tugged and stretched her neck.
Hot cream slicked her channel. Fucking hell, she clamped hard, strangling my cock. Fuck the house. Allegra’s sweet pussy was home.
Allegra
Back at the hotel, the elevator doors opened. My ankle was a bit sore, but I was over the caveman carry. I’d rather crawl, but I suspect my ass in the air would get me pounded again from behind, and my pussy couldn’t take another beating. I’m not sure if it or my ankle was more tender.
“I guess they were hungry,” I said.
Room service had delivered. There was a half-eaten pizza on the table next to a platter of chicken wing bones. Ice cream melted in bowls next to my phone. I grabbed it and clutched it in my hand.
Tim pulled a slice from the pizza and took a big bite. “Want one?” he asked and ripped off a slice for me.
My stomach rumbled as I bit into the cold, freaking delicious buffalo chicken ranch slice. “That has a kick to it,” I said as the heat of the buffalo sauce bloomed on my tongue.
“What are you eating?” Marco asked, coming to stand next to me.
“Here, baby, try it.” I offered the slice.
Marco had taken off his suit coat. His black tie hung loose around his neck and blended flawlessly with his black shirt. He didn’t open his mouth to take a bite. The dark hair of his beard shadowed the hard angles of his face. I didn’t know how to read him. I only understood my body responded.
My pulse jumped as his eyes drilled hard into mine. A moment ago, I couldn’t imagine my vagina would want another erotic battering, but apparently, she liked a bit of pain with her pleasure from Marco’s cock, big and brutal just like the man towering over me.
He wiped a smidgen of ranch sauce from my lip, and then pushed his thumb into my mouth. Maybe I was hungry for more than cold pizza. I set my phone on the table, gripped his wrist, and sucked his thumb. I swirled my tongue around the nail.
Tugging on my lip, he smeared spit across my mouth.
“Was it the pizza?” I asked and smiled. “Because there’s one more slice.”
His thumb stroked my jaw and grazed along my neck. “It wasn’t the pizza,baby.”
Tim grumbled about timing, grabbed the last slice, and headed out to the balcony.
I ignored Tim, pressed closer to Marco, and rested my hands on his hips. The stark desire in his piercing eyes took the breath from my lungs. This was the man who made men tremble with fear, made women weak with lust, and he was mine.
“No one but me will ever call you marito. Til death do us part,husband.”
He leaned in to kiss me.
Before his lips touched mine, I whispered to him. “I’m your topolina.Let anyone call youbaby,and I’ll cut their tongue from their mouth.”
