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“If that’s what you want.” I ease my hold and caress her jawline with a fingertip, tracing a line down her neck, over her necklace and down to the bit of cleavage her dress shows. It’s rather demure, perfect for tonight. Goosebumps follow in my wake, and when I press a kiss to her neck and make my way to her ear, I whisper, “Tell me what you want, kitten.”
“I…” She drops her head to the side with a moan, exposing her neck for me, and her hands fall away from where she clung to me, opening her body completely. “I want it all. I want everything.”
“Good girl. So fucking greedy for my cock.” I’m ready to plunder her body, holding back with steel force, for after tonight this girl will never be the same. She’ll give herself to me without knowing who she’s really getting into bed with, and I’ll play along for as long as I can. She might want me, but there’ll come a day when she won’t. Once she’s learned the truth. But by then it will be too late. I’ve altered my course completely because of her and there’s no going back.
I cup her face with both hands now, my fingertips gentle as I guide our mouths closer. Her lips are open, and she moans as I swipe my tongue into her mouth, hers answering in equal languid passion. So fucking sweet, but I know there is a wildcat in there. But this is just it, we both want it so bad, but at the same time, we both want this moment of anticipation to last. I’m the first and last man she’ll ever have.
My fingers slide down her chest and I cup her breasts without breaking the kiss. Her nipples are hard and as I run my thumbs over the tips, she pushes into my erection with a groan. “Are you wet enough for me yet, kitten?” I murmur against her lips.
“I’ve been wet for you from day one.”
Her admission is like fire in my blood, an extra chamber to my heart. From day one.
Yeah, I’ve been a good boy doing everything the Don asked me, all his dirty work that came with the expectations he has for his heir apparent. I’m fucking done. I get to decide what I want and I’m starting with making this merch mine.
I find the side zipper and tug at it, holding her steady against me with my other hand on her hip. I picked this dress and Stephano made it happen as if he knew. As it comes undone, the built-in corset still holds the dress in place. I want to curse, but Tasha is like a present I’ve waited years for, and opening it is as much a turn-on as the wait I subjected myself to.
“Hold on to me, kitten,” I murmur as I let go of her hip, and her hand comes to rest on my shoulder. Her eyes are closed but she lifts her other arm up so I can get to those little hooks. When the dress at last falls away from her chest I ease it down over her hips. “Fuck,” I groan as I help her step out of it. “How the hell did I manage to resist you for so long? You’re too fucking beautiful. Too perfect.”
She’s left in nothing but high-heeled sandals, a thong that without a doubt has a slit in the crotch and jewels I’m not sure from where. I miss those rings on her fingers. Not for long.
I slide my hands over her hips, her skin smooth and soft like silk. She smells so good, and I want to lick every inch of her. I hook my fingers around the thong’s bands and rip hard. As expected, they come away with ease, and I tug at the thong, letting the fabric slide between her thighs.
“Oh—” Tasha breathes, her hand clutching my shoulder tighter.
“I swear if you just came because I ripped that through your slit,” I grunt as I bundle the thong up in one hand as I cup her neck with the other, using a firm grip on her hair to make her look up at me, “I’ll have to punish you.”
There’re a few seconds of silence as she takes my measure, her chest heaving, her nipples brushing against my tux. This one is something else, I swear she’s been made for me.
“What if I didn’t come, but I still want to be punished?” she teases, peeking at me from under her eyelashes.
I take my time to press her wet thong to my nose, letting her wait. Fuck. She’s so ready for me… “Well then, kitten, you’re pretty fucked, aren’t you?” She laughs but I cut her off with a dominating kiss to the mouth, toss the thong to the floor and cup her sweet ass to lift her up against my cock. “This is what you’re coming with, nothing else.”
With long strides I walk through the suite and her sandals fall one by one. When we get to the bed, I drop her, not very gently. She bounces a little, but it comes with a giggle as she settles on her elbows, watching me keenly to see what’s going to happen next.
“You look so hot in a tux,” she says as I stand at the foot of the bed, staring down at her.
“Yeah?” I pull at my bowtie. “Want me to take it off?”
“Hmm… yes, you’re even hotter without it.”
I smirk as I drop the bowtie, shrug out of my jacket, and head for the shirt buttons next. “Splay your legs, kitten, and show me how you get off when you’re alone.”
She blushes, her eyes shy, but I slip my belt from its loops and curl it around my fist. She runs her tongue along her lips, waiting, so I knee onto the bed to lean over her. I slide the leather over her tummy, then tap the tip of the belt against her pussy. “Come on, kitten, don’t double your punishment by not listening the first time around.”
Her hand reaches up to my chest, where my shirt hangs open. When she touches me it’s with some reverence, her fingers ghosting over my skin, the lines of my tattoo, over my abs to my pants button, hypnotizing me with her touch. “Be quick, Matteo, with you like this…”
I take her hand and guide it to her sex. “I’ve got you, kitten.” I stand back and wait for her to touch herself, and when she eventually circles that sweet clit with a fingertip, I begin to strip again, her eyes on me. I take my time, wanting her to be as ready as she can be. When I finally release my cock from its constraints, she arches into the mattress, and I pluck her hand away. “Not yet, kitten.”
I strip the rest and drop down to press a single kiss to her mound. She quivers, even more so when I lick and kiss my way to her breasts, circling each nipple with my tongue as I weave one hand with hers.
“Matteo—”
I guide my cock, sliding it over her wet slit, and slicked with her arousal, I pause at her entrance. “Eyes locked with mine, kitten, so I can see where you’re at.” I’ve never had this intense need to look after someone like this, to be this gentle, to let her pleasure guide mine.
Talk about pussy-whipped.
I’m the guy that fucks and leaves about to become that guy that makes love and stays.
