Page 120 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“Tell me how you feel,” Gian said as he pulled his own shirt off and dropped his slacks.

“Hot,” Cara answered instantly.

“What else?”

He pulled the length of his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs, and fisted his shaft with firm strokes from the base to the tip. His heartbeat pulsed against his palm.

“Greedy,” Cara admitted with a pretty pout.

Gian kissed her lips for that admission. “Good, that’s how I wanted you, mon ange. My greedy, good girl.” He placed her palms to his chest. “Hands on me—it’s time to feel for a while. Don’t hold back, Cara. I want your cunt squeezing my dick until I can’t breathe, and your screams need to be loud enough that I will hear them tomorrow. Understand?”

She nodded, her wild red curls bobbing along with the motion.

“Perfetto.”

And he didn’t just mean her compliance.

“You might hear the camera on my phone,” he said, wanting her to know so that she could refuse. She never did.

“Please fuck me, now.”

“Definitely greedy.”

“Very.”

He dragged his hands over her curves, taking in each soft breath, shiver, and goosebumps that came after his touch. Her responsiveness was his drug. The way she let him love her, use her, fuck her, was addicting. She barely moved an inch—only lifted a little—as he dragged her panties down and let them fall to the floor.

“Just feel,” he reminded her as he slid the head of his cock through her sex. Her arousal soaked the tip when he flexed forward enough to open her up and let her know that he was a moment away from filling her full. “Don’t you fucking move, now.”

Cara bit her bottom lip hard. “But—”

“Cara.”

She quieted instantly.

Gian left only the head of his cock seated inside the tight heat of Cara’s cunt, feeling her sex contracting around him over and over. He reached for his phone. He caught the video of his dick sliding all the way in, the way her thighs widened and her body let him stretch her full. He got the sight of his cock pulling back out, soaked with her cum, and how his shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He lifted the phone enough to catch his thumb sliding over Cara’s plump lips and then his hand curving around her throat.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all he could take before he tossed the fucking phone to the side, his control gone again. He palmed Cara’s ass roughly as he slammed his cock back into her cunt again. There was nothing quite like the contractions of her pussy, flexing around his length, while her fingernails scored hot lines across his chest, and her sweet sounds echoed in his office. He couldn’t seem to fuck her fast enough—or hard enough—to satisfy the need beating in his chest. He never could, because as soon as he was done, he knew he would only want more.

Cara’s heels dug into his lower back as he pushed her down on the desk, slammed his mouth against hers, and fucked them into a mindless oblivion. Her cunt was so tight that she felt like a hot glove made just for him.

It was only after she had come again, that he pulled his tie from her eyes, and let the pressure building in his spine take over. Her body looked best, spent and sweaty on his desk, his cum spattered up her stomach, and his cock pulsing against her inner thigh.

Then again, she always looked damn good.

It was only hours later, when Gian walked Cara to the waiting car outside of his penthouse, that he finally allowed himself to think of something other than her. He thought about the coming days.

“Message me when you land, Cara.”

She kissed his cheek with a smile. “Yes, Gian.”

“I’m serious.”

“I will.”

“I will fly down to Chicago to spank your ass, if you don’t.”