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ma's
I knew there was no r
g and rough almost to the point of pain, but instead of wincing or backing off, I pushed into his palms wanting more, and harder. That moment when he growled, cussing out profanities and his finge
bite my shoulder, whispe
per, shoving his pants and his boxers to the floor. I gave
ght now: pure, unadulterated lust. He forced my skirt up my thighs and pushed me back on the conference table. Before I
by the loud moan I let out-
my thighs, driving him deep inside. "Never been fucked like this before,
better,"
iet mocking soun
he was actually going to leave me this way until he snatched my arms
g against his cheek, and then said, "Ask me to make you come." His tone was all wrong. It was almost a question, but his words were
smile told me that whatever he'd needed from me, he got. I wanted to slam my
ase, Mis
fuck yoursel
intense difference in temperature between it and his skin. I was on fire; every p
he pulled my hips back and reached betw
ike th
es
e between his teeth. "You love that all of Sicily can look up here and see you getting fu
nd probably noticed the way I trembled at
er against the glass. Say it. You want to come, Miss Chiesa? Answer me or I'll stop and make you
gar on my tongue, and the part that wanted everythin
earlobe between his lips, and then gave it
es to shut out everything else
ssed his teeth to my skin, I was done for. Warmth spread down my spine, around my hips, and between my legs, jerking me back into him. My hands slammed against the glass, my entire body quaking fro
I could get some reaction out of him, wanting to see
ng up and down my neck, pressing his erecti
ong, and perfect in my palm. I wanted to tell him, but I'd be damned if I ever let him know
I looked up at him, his palms and forehead resting on the glass, his eyes closed tight. He looked weak, and he looked gorgeous in his lightheartedness. But he wasn't weak. He was the biggest jerk on the planet and I was on my knees in front of him. No fuck
sped. "Get on your knees and suck by studs" he l
ng