Page 37 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“The taste of you could kill me, Cara. I’d eat you, morning, noon, and night, and I wouldn’t even think about anything else. It would kill me.”

She let out a shaky breath, unable to say anything.

She needed a second to think again.

“Do you remember what I told you?” he asked a second before his palm swatted gently against her wet sex. His fingers slid along her clenching opening a second before another soft slap landed against her ass. The sound echoed in the bedroom, making Cara suck in a sharp breath. His fingers—three of them—slid into her pussy, stretching her open and making her back arch from the sudden intrusion.

“About this—your cunt and me, love. What did I say?”

Cara didn’t even have to think about it.

Even when she thought they might not see each other again—and certainly not for sex—she still heard those words of his.

“It’s yours, when we’re together,” she mumbled against her arm.

Gian’s pleased hum answered her back before he said, “Exactly that, Cara.”

She felt him move on the bed, reaching for something. Cara looked, only to see him pull his cell phone from the bedside table. Gian’s eyes turned back on her with a wicked gleam.

“Your pussy is so pink and wet, especially when you want to come. I want you to see what it looks like when you’re bratty and greedy, Cara. Let me.”

“You’ll delete it—”

“Not a chance,” he interrupted fast, “but no one else will ever see it.”

Just the cadence his tone took on told Cara he was telling the truth. She nodded and his hand slipped over her body with the softest touch again—something she was learning was a sign of his approval, his happiness. He was rough in bed, not that she minded, and the softness only came when he wanted to gift her something back.

Cara heard the phone’s camera ding with a familiar shutter-like sound. She looked over her shoulder, only to see Gian’s attention was on her body again, and his fingers were pressing deep into her hot sex. Every single nerve ending she had seemed to be attached to her pussy as his fingers slid in and out with a slow assuredness that drove her fucking mad.

“I want to come,” Cara mumbled.

Her body ached for it.

Her mind screamed for it.

Gian only smirked, his gaze never once leaving his work. She felt his thumb drive upward, spreading her sex open before sliding over her clit with small circles.

“Gian, let me come.”

He didn’t.

Not right away.

In fact, he pulled away from her again, only long enough to find a condom from a pack he’d tossed aside the night before. Never once did that damn phone of his leave his hand, but Cara found that she didn’t give a shit. She wanted one thing from him right then.

Just the one.

To come.

He filled her full all over again, his cock much thicker and longer than his three fingers had been a minute before. And yet, there was no hesitation in the way her body took him entirely, and she could hear how fucking wet she was as his groin fit tight to the curve of her ass.

“I want to—”

Gian’s hand landed where the curve of Cara’s ass met her thigh, and it fucking stung. But that quick bloom of heat quickly melted into something delicious as he rubbed the same spot. “I’m aware, but you can wait.”

“Why?”

And why was she so damn whiney?