Page 148 of A Beautiful Crime
Swaying my hips a bit extra I walk to the desk. I can feel his eyes on me. The scorch of his gaze burning my skin.
Emboldened by his desire and my own I sit myself lazily in his chair. A chair where he conducts business. A chair where he’s ordered men to be killed.
With his heady gaze on me I make the grandiose show of propping my legs on his desk. A desk where he has signed lucrative deals. A desk where he has made plans to give him his empire.
His power is intoxicating. Addicting. Palpable.
And sitting here nude, commanding his attention, ordering him to do as I please is power in which money can’t buy. It’s power only I possess. Because I am the only person on this earth who can literally bring Constantine Donati to his knees.
Beckoning him with my pointer finger I demand, “Crawl to me.”
His eyes flash with an intense heat. His erection tents his slacks in what I can only assume is painful. The sinews and cords of muscle move in an eager yet graceful and predatory manner as he crawls to me from across his office floor.
He closes the distance in little to no time. With my hand raised I order him to stop and he heeds my signal.
Removing my legs from the desk, one at a time, I then swivel in his chair facing him.
Wanting, no, needing to drive him mad I spread my legs wide. Hooking each leg to drape over the arms of the chair. My pussy is fully exposed. The cool air hitting my wet and aching flesh.
I’ve never seen him more crazed with a ferocious hunger than I do now.
And he’s executing the greatest restraint for me.
The fact causes my pussy to clench as arousal leaks from my lips.
His eyes narrow in on the sight. A groan, so deep, manly and primal, comes from his chest.
It’s at that moment neither of us has the strength to wait any longer. I need his mouth on me more than I need my next breath.
I crook my finger and he responds without missing a beat. Within one second he’s before me. His hot breath hitting my needy and wet pussy. He licks his lips suggestively, eyes salivating at the sight.
Leaning down his eyes shift from my pussy to the hardened peaks of my nipples begging to be ravaged and soothed by his mouth.
Forcing his eyes upon mine I pinch his chin between my fingers, angling his head back.
His Adam’s apple bobs aggressively. Pupils swallow his whisky eyes whole. How could I have ever not wanted to lose myself in the darkness of his gaze? How was I ever so blind?
“You’ve been such a good boy, Constantine,” I praise him in a breathy yet affirmative tone. It affects him the same way in which it affects me. “I think you deserve more than just a taste. I think you deserve the entire seven course meal.”
As soon as I release him I watch as he turns more beast than man. His head descends as his hands find purchase on my thighs, gripping them so harshly it will leave a bruise.
There’s no gentleness as his mouth meets my wet and aching core. He’s raw. Primal. Each stroke from the flat of his tongue is rough as he licks up my arousal from clit to ass. His teeth nip at my clit, creating a pain so exquisite I see stars. He pries my legs apart wider, stretching me to full capacity. And as his tongue spears inside me, stroking my walls, I know it won’t be soon before long I reach the sweetest pinnacle of bliss.
My fingers tangle in his hair as my nails scrape his scalp. I pull him closer, as if he isn’t already close enough. “Constantine.” My voice is both agony and pleasure.
He continues to devour me like a man starved. Fucking me with his mouth like he would his cock. I begin to gyrate my hips but his hands clamp down preventing any movement. He leaves me prisoner to his onslaught. Bound and merciless to his cruel and wicked tongue.
The crescendo of pleasure begins to take form. The licks of fire heating me from head to toe. The pool of heat unfurling in my lower abdomen.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I let my body take control. With every swipe of his tongue I lose the power I hold. With every jab at my clit I become more undone. And with the final spear inside my pussy, curling his tongue in a delicious way I lose myself completely.
Euphoria unlike anything I have ever known pulls me under in a tidal wave. My vision blackens. I feel light and heavy all at once. Overstimulated yet not stimulated enough. The orgasm is otherworldly. Disconnecting me from my body.
It’s only moments after when I return back to my senses I feel the swell of another impending orgasm. The onslaught of his ministrations is almost too much to bear. “Constantine,” I whimper. It’s both a plea to stop and a plea to continue.
He looks up at me through long dark lashes any woman would kill for. His hair is an unruly mess from my fingers. Those carnal lips glisten as well as his chin.
“Who owns this pussy, Carina?”
