Page 43 of Undercover Desires


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“More please.”

I repeat the motion.

Then my cock returns between her ass and one of my hands pushes her back down so her body is supported by the table. My balls contract and I know I am about to come.

My movements turn jerky and erratic as I chase my pleasure. I pump and pump until finally I hit my own orgasm, hot spurts of come covering her ass.

“Cazzo, Rachel!” I shout as I tighten my hold on her.

Her eyes are glued to mine.

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Finally, I grab some wet wipes from my suit jacket and use them to clean myself off.

She is dazed and I am pretty sure also still turned on after I used her like that. I press my lips between her shoulder blades, the skin there so soft and delicate.

“I can’t believe what we are doing,” she says trying to steady her breath. “We are strangers. We don’t even know each other,” she says running her hands through her hair trying her best to detangle the strands.

“Well, I have had my come on and in you. I think that qualifies us as at least friends, Rachel.”

“This is not funny, Alessandro. This was the last time.”

I cup her cheek tenderly, “No, it is not funny. None of us is laughing. Andbella,that was definitely not the last time.”

She rolls her eyes as I kneel before her. “I am going to be needing this.” I help her out of her underwear and pocket them, then slowly and delicately, clean her up.

Afterwards, I straighten her hair and dress and wipe the remnants of lipstick from the corners of her mouth.

“Stop that,” she shoves my hand away before picking up her bag and rushing towards the exit.

I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale deeply. “Can’t wait to do that again,bella.”

She stiffens but does not turn to face me. “That will not happen again.”

“Oh yes it will! Goodnight Rachel…”

“Goodbye Alessandro.”

I chuckle at that. “See you soon.”

She unlocks the door then turns to say, “You’re delusional!” before banging the door on her way out.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Rachel

I am seeing Alessandro tonight. Last time I saw him, I had again vowed it would be the last. Two days later, we had met up at a restaurant where he had finger fucked me until I came. Then I had gotten on my knees and let him bruise my throat with his massive cock.

He was right, but I hate it.

Who the fuck sends three texts a day? Even when I am ignoring him, he texts.

I hate it because I know he is a distraction.

I would never admit it but that first day when Sophie had called I had almost let it go to voicemail. My whole life purpose is to get revenge on Moreno and the only way I can ever achieve that is through Sophie. And somehow, this man made me come three times and lose my focus. I hated that.

I hate it because I know I am doing it out of boredom.

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