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I push her into the sink, and she groans into my mouth. As I break the kiss, I trail my lips down her throat, hunger igniting every fiber of my being. I reach down to grab her, lifting her onto the edge of the bathroom sink—she parts her thighs to give me access.
“Hold onto the sink,” I instruct. For once, she doesn’t argue.
I release her and slip between her legs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She gasps loudly, her body tensing as I pull her panties down and expose her soft, pink folds.
Christine tosses her head back when I lean forward to bury my face in her hot, wet pussy. Her moans grow louder as I indulge in every curve of her flesh, dragging my tongue teasingly through her slit.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps as I alternate between slow, circling motions on her swollen clit and sucking gently. Her hips rock against me in response, causing the sink to groan under her weight. Someone bangs on the bathroom door, but it would take a bomb detonating to drag me away from Christine.
As she wraps her legs around my shoulders, I drive her to the height of her ecstasy. I can feel the walls of her cunt clench around my fingers while moans spill from her lips like an erotic anthem. “You’re so fucking tight,” I growl against her skin.
Her trembling thighs tighten around my head like a vice as she explodes on my tongue. The banging on the bathroom door stops as Christine lets out a scream of pleasure.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she groans, panting like she’s in heat.
“Don’t tease me,” I glare. “If I fuck you, that’s it,dolcezza. Your pussy is signing a contract. You’re mine.”
She bites her bottom lip, eyes alight with lust and need. I can see her weighing the options, trying to decide if this is worth it. “Fuck it,” Christine whispers under her breath. “Fuck me, Nic.”
With a quick, desperate movement, I push myself up from the ground, my hand instinctively reaching out to grab her chin and lift her head to meet my gaze. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.” Her eyes widen in surprise and I see the reflection of my intensity in them.
Christine succumbs to her desires. “I mean it. I want you to fuck me.”
If I were a better man, I’d make her wait until morning when the alcohol and heightened emotions from the orgasm have worn off. But I never claimed to be a good man.
I pull out my cock and tease her opening with the tip. “Once I do this, Christine, I own you. If you evenlookat another man, I’ll kill him and punish you.”
Impatience distorts her hearing. Christine reaches between us and wraps her fingers around me. “I don’t care. I don’t need anyone else. I needyou.”
She may regret this in the morning, but by then, it’ll be too late.
Chapter 21
Christine
I’m not drunk; I never was.
A couple of drinks in, I lost Kaye and switched to water, but my head is still tingling from the alcohol. That’s the only explanation I have for doing what I did: liquid courage.
When Niccolo drops to his knees in front of me, every bone in my body feels like it turns to goo. His tongue darts into my entrance, and I grip the edge of the sink to keep from toppling forward.
My pussy drips with need, moans echoing off the walls as he drags his expert tongue through my center. The metal tap presses against my lower back as I undulate my hips into his face.
The smell of my arousal fills the air, turning me on even more than before. My clit is swollen and hard under his attention, throbbing for his touch. And when he alternates between gentle swirls and sucking, I can’t hold myself back. I tilt my hips higher, granting his mouth better access to my body, as my stomach tightens momentarily before exploding.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I groan, desperate for him.
He looks up at me from the floor, his chin smeared with my wetness. “Don’t tease me,” Nic glares. “If I fuck you, that’s it,dolcezza. Your pussy is signing a contract. You’re mine.”
I’d sign my life away if it meant he’d fuck me good and hard right now. I’d give up everything I have and more if he’d take me in his arms and ravish me with wild abandon. “Fuck it. Fuckme, Nic.” I can’t wait any longer. I’m tipsy and horny and needy, and he can take care of me. I’ll deal with the consequences of my actions later.
With a sudden burst of energy, Niccolo rises to his feet and grabs my chin with a commanding grip. His intense gaze locks onto mine, searching for something in the depths of my eyes. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”
“I mean it.” I’d swear on a stack of Bibles if he wanted me to. “I want you to fuck me.”
My stepfather fumbles with the zipper on his jeans, and I look down to see him pulling out his cock. He palms himself before teasing my entrance with his tip. “Once I do this, Christine, I own you. If you evenlookat another man, I’ll kill him and punish you.”
God, I hope he does. Punish me, I mean. I don’t want him to kill anyone. But I’d do anything to be bent over his desk right now, feeling his stinging hand coming down on my ass while he fucks me from behind.
