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I close my laptop and stare into the darkness of my studio apartment as I chew on my lips. Maybe he will just leave me alone if I tell him once and for all that I'm not interested. Yeah, I have no interest in getting involved with him. I want a simple life with my own little cottage out in the country, and that will never happen if I stay on the mafia prince’s radar. Hell, I don't even know how I got there, but I couldn't be unluckier because Massimo is so not the type of man whose attention I want on me.
I nod my head to myself as if it's all settled. Yes, that's what I'll do. If Massimo shows up again, I'll just tell him as politely as I can to please leave me alone. Surely, he will if I ask him nicely?
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My mind might know what's best for me, but my subconscious obviously doesn’t because when I fall asleep, I dream of fiery blue eyes hovering over me.
I wake up sweating and aching and frustrated. I know some girls touch themselves to relieve aches, but I've tried that before and I've never been able to reach that pinnacle of pleasure.
I try to go back to sleep, but it's to no avail. My body is throbbing with need, so I finally kick off my covers and put my hands under the band of my panties. I rub my aching clit in little circles, my eyes closed as I replay the images from the dream I just had. Massimo’s fiery blue eyes blaze down on me. His lips skate over my skin. His breath is in my ear as his body strokes in and out of me.
I feel the pressure between my legs building and building higher than it ever has before. I imagine his blue eyes again and hear the way he calls me Gracie in that deep, velvety voice. Tingles shoot throughout my body from that point I’m stroking, and I arch my hips up into my hand, chasing the feeling. “Massimo!” I gasp out his name as my entire body convulses and I’m suddenly wracked with pleasure so intense that I momentarily see stars.
I have to stop rubbing myself as moisture floods my fingers and my swollen bud becomes too sensitive to withstand touch. I fall back against the bed and stare up at the ceiling with wide eyes, my lips parted in awe.
Sothat'swhat it feels like. If feels that good on my own, what would it feel like with a man’s cock inside of me? With Massimo’s cock inside me?
My face flames when I realize Massimo was the mental stimulation I needed to get off.
Massimo.
The mafia prince.
The dangerous man who I have no business messing around with.
The powerful man whose attention I don't want.
I am so fucked.
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Massimo
“Fuck!” I groan as I tug on my swollen dick furiously. Watching Grace play with her sweet little pussy while moaning my name was enough to have me harder than a steel rod. My cock rose to attention so fast I'm surprised the fucker didn't bust clean through my pants.
I grunt as I shoot my load into my open palm, making a mess all in my office. I don't even give a fuck. Grace moaning my name while her fingers flew over her little clit is more than I can take.
I saw the look of wonder on my little Gracie’s face. She looked shocked at what just happened, and then it hits me like a knife. That was Grace’s first orgasm, which can only mean one thing. My littletesorois a virgin.
That knowledge fills me with a sense of possessive urgency. The need to claim pulses through my entire being. I'm like a lion in mating season. The need to go over there and stuff my cock in her before some other male does is so strong, I have to grit my teeth to fight it.
I already knew that there wasn't any evidence of a boyfriend in her life and that she doesn't seem to date, but I had never dared hope that she would be completely untouched. Mine in every way.
But it makes sense that she is purity itself with the bright innocence shining out of her eyes. She's too good to be true. Perfect in every way.
Mine.
My new knowledge makes me even more anxious to hurry up and have her with me. I call my captain to get an update on where we are with Doyle’s slimy ass. “I don't care what you have to do. We need to catch this fucker pronto,” I snap at him, irritated that we're the most powerful crime organization in the world with more resources than the fucking President of the United States, yet we can't seem to pinpoint one Irish motherfucker—an Irish motherfucker who is getting in the way of me claiming my littletesorofor myself.
I don't know how long I watch her as she falls asleep immediately after her orgasm. She lays with the covers still thrown off of her, her tank top ridden up to expose an expanse of smooth stomach. I can still see the wet spot staining her little cotton panties and my cock starts getting hard all over again.
Fuuuck. I’m going to have a permanent case of blue balls before this is all said and done.
I can't catch that motherfucking Doyle soon enough.
I stroke a finger over Grace’s sleeping form on the screen.Soon, tesoro. Just hold on. I will come for you soon.
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