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I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I had in the last twenty-four hours. Not that I’m complaining.
After the first few times, Dante carried me to the shower where he washed me thoroughly before giving me another exquisite orgasm with his mouth. Then we continued all night, falling asleep wrapped around each other, then waking up making love.
It’s no wonder I’m sore now, but it’s a good kind of sore. One that I welcome and cherish. Despite having the title of the ruthless Saint, Dante has cared for me, watched me and made sure I was okay every single time, all the while whispering how hard he wants to fuck me, how he wants to spank me and put his hands around my throat. The big tease. I think it’s time to tell him I have been thoroughly acclimated to his body and to sex. I’m ready to bring out the big guns. The truth is, I’m ready to try anything he throws my way. Not only ready, but also eager.
“What are you thinking about?” Dante asks, his laptop screen reflected in his black-rimmed glasses as he watches me from behind his desk.
We’re in his office, a room I haven’t discoveredpreviously. Stretching in the large wingback chair in the corner, I cover myself tighter with a blanket.
Feigning a yawn, I say, “Just tired.”
“Come here,” he orders, and my pussy instantly throbs with need at the tone of his voice.
I get up and walk over to where he’s sitting, in just his boxers. Moving the chair back he indicates his lap. “Sit.”
Like the good girl that I am, I smile and straddle him, the blanket slipping off my shoulders, exposing my naked breasts.
“I thought we promised each other the truth,” he growls, his mouth moving closer and closer to my nipple.
I sigh. “I was thinking you’re all talk and no follow through.”
“Che cazzo?” He sits back.
I wriggle in his lap. Despite his obvious shock, his hard dick still wants to play, pressing through his boxers onto my already wet, bare pussy.
“You’re all big words,” I roll my eyes, “but you don’t actually practice what you preach.” I move my fingers up and down his torso, letting the blanket fall off my body as I dip my finger below his waistband.
“You said you were sore,” he pants, no longer bothered by the words I’m saying.
“Oh, I am. But I still have a promise to collect on.” I bite my lip as my hand connects with his erection.
“A promise?” he groans, confused.
“A promise.” I kiss his neck, then slide down off his body until I’m in between his legs.
“Cazzo,” he mumbles. I’ve noticed when he’s turned on he tends to switch between English and Italian, and my pussy loves it. “What promise, baby? I wouldn’t want to let you down.”
I lick my lips. “Let me taste you, Dante. Show me what you like.”
His eyes snap to mine as his thumb brushes my lips. “I like it rough, Alessa. I’m worried—I—”
“Let me worry about that. If it’s too much, I’ll tap your leg, or we can have a safe word,” I look around, “‘yearbook’.” My eyes focus on the yearbook on one of his shelves. “Hey, you went to high school in Blackwood?”
Swallowing, he nods. “I grew up in Blackwood. We’ve been here for three generations.” He slips his thumb inside my mouth and I forget why this information should be filed away in my brain for later. All I can focus on is Dante’s thumb as I suck it. On a groan, he pulls it out roughly.
Whimpering with need, I grab his boxer shorts and pull them down, revealing his beautiful cock. It’s hard, smooth, and already glistening at the top.
Licking my lips, I reach out to stroke it.
“Fata,” Dante growls.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Saint. Let me worship your cock.”
“Cristo,Fata1. Do you even know what you’re saying?”
I don’t reply though, because I’m too busy leaning down and licking his length from the bottom to the very top, tasting his saltiness for the first time. I was worried it would be unpleasant, but I like it. In fact, I want more of it.
I wrap my lips around the head and suck, swirling my tongue around the little hole, licking off every last drop of what he’s giving me. His hips buck, as his hand lands on the back of my head, fisting my hair before pulling my head off.
