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"All the time," I admit in a breathless whisper.
"Good girl," he smiles against my breast before nipping me there and making me jump a little. "How about when you weretaking careof yourself? Did you think about me while you touched your pretty pussy?"
God, I forgot how delicious Domenic's voice is when he talks dirty. Of course, it's always delicious, but when he's saying things like this, I can't help whimpering and grinding harder against him.
"Yes."
He turns and sets me on the bed even as he finishes stripping, releasing his thick, throbbing cock from his pants for me to marvel at.
"Good," he growls, pushing me against the bed as he kisses my throat and stomach.
For a split second, I worry he'll notice the faded stretch marks there that definitely weren't the last time we did this. To distract him, I scoot up slightly and slip my fingers into his hair, pressing down to make him lick my pussy.
Domenic makes a hungry, pleased groan when I do this, and then he goes to town, eating me out until I come undone, gasping and clutching at him because I'm unsure if I want him to stop or keep going. I'm so sensitive and turned on that both sound like torture.
He slides up my body, tasting and nipping the entire way back to my mouth until we're kissing again, both breathless but unwilling to pull away as we grind against one another, heat filling us and the air around us.
"Did you ever think about me? The hacker you had to get rid of?" I finally hazard, kissing a particularly violent tattoo on his muscled shoulder.
All of Domenic is so deliciously muscled. He's not scarred like so many other mafiosos—he's clearly too careful to be caught up in many fights he can't win easily. And his tattoos are all over—on his back, his torso, crawling up his neck and down his arms.
I fucking love it.
He captures my gaze with his burning, dark eyes. "Yes. I thought of you all the time, and not just as the hacker I had to protect by banning. I thought of you that night, how I took you again and again. The way you tasted, smelled, sounded—how you screamed my name just like I'm about to have you screaming it again."
"Oh, yes. Please," I groan when he places his cock at my primed entrance, teasing and so hard and amazing.
Then he pauses. "I have a condom in my wallet--"
Oh, God. The irony. I'm not about to tell him just to what extent condoms werenotenough the last time we did this.
"I mean, wrap it if you want, but I have an IUD," I say quickly. "And I'm clean."
Very clean. My dating life has been a joke for the last three years because I haven't given it much chance.
Domenic reaches down to tease my clit, making me arch against him.
"I'm clean, too," he promises, kissing down my neck. "Are you sure this is fine,il mio fiore di ciliegio?"
His Italian is so smooth, so rich. He has no accent in the day-to-day, but I almost wonder whether English was his first language. And whatever he's calling me, I really like it.
"I'm sure," I say, impatient and horny out of my mind. I whisper against his ear. "Please just fuck me, Domenic."
He groans and thrusts deep inside, making me gasp and scratch my fingernails up his back. He made sure I was nice and ready, but still—the stretch was intense and insanely good. I groan and gasp as he begins to fuck me slowly and deeply.
Domenic's pace picks up gradually as he whispers things in Italian that I don't know but drive me wild all the same. He kisses me fervently as his thrusts become fast and hard, my legs wrapped around his waist as I arch to take him deeper. I scream his name when my orgasm hits me hard, sending sparks through my body and curling my toes.
He follows right after, groaning and grinding into me mercilessly until finally, both of us are panting, exhausted, and completely content. I could practically die happy right here in this hotel room because this gorgeous mafioso just dicked me into paradise.
I realize I must have said that last part out loud when Domenic laughs loud and hard, startling me as he pulls me against his chest, twisting onto his side.
"I like your laugh," I giggle. "I've never heard it before."
"Most never do."
"You know, if you keep being so serious all the time, you'll develop some kind of chronic gastrointestinal disease."
Domenic laughs hard again and shakes his head, kissing my neck. "You're something else, Loren Rally."
