Page 157 of The Devil's Fire

I listened for any movements coming toward my bedroom. When I heard nothing, I pulled my nightgown over my head and took out the Tiffany Yellow Diamond necklace.

I let my hair fall around me as I gazed in the mirror, in awe of how it sparkled beautifully against my naked body.

I turned off the light, only leaving my bedside lamp to illuminate the room. I lay down in the middle of the bed with my legs bent to pose seductively.

My heart was beating fast when I could hear his faint footsteps coming closer. For some reason, I was nervous to lie here with only the necklace around my neck, even though I shouldn’t be.

Damiano has seen me naked hundreds of times already but waiting for him with a fifty-million-dollar necklace around my neck made me feel shy.

My heart fluttered when the door opened, his eyes immediately finding mine as he stopped at the door. Then they slowly trailed down on my body, taking his time, drinking in the sight in front of him.

He stepped closer, his eyes never once leaving my body as if to make sure he saw it all. He grabbed a chair from my desk and took a seat at the foot of the bed.

“Spread your legs.” Damiano’s deep voice went low in command, and that was enough to send a pool of heat down between my thighs.

I slowly spread my legs for him, his eyes watching intently at my most intimate part. I never took my eyes off him either, watching how he continued to drink in every inch of my body.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, making me blush at his words.

Damiano gave me that half-smirk that made him look so devilish. His eyes were dark and filled with hunger, ready to pounce on his prey. My tongue swiftly wet my lower lip before taking it in between my teeth. It didn’t go unnoticed as his eyes immediately looked at my lips, making my entire body tingle with excitement.

“Touch yourself.” Damiano leaned back, looking into my eyes, and my heart was still beating fast at the intensity of his stare. “Let me see how you play with that sweet pussy of yours.”

My mouth opened slightly at his request, and I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I swallowed down my shyness and slowly trailed my fingers down my stomach, making sure his eyes were following my every move, and came to a stop right between my legs.

I slid a finger along my slit, feeling how wet I already was.

“Oh, fuck baby.” Damiano lightly grunted, spreading his legs, and I saw the hard bulge in his pants.

Feeling more courageous, I slipped a finger inside. Then a second. I slowly worked my way to my clit, pleasuring myself the way I knew best. Damiano was watching every single move as I switched between fingering myself and circling my clit.

“Tell me, piccola, what would you think about when you pleasure yourself?” His voice was deep and laced with so much lust, I moaned. He grunted, unbuckling his belt as he freed his hard cock. I watched as his hand moved up and down his shaft in slow strokes.

“I would think of you…” I breathed out. “Every time.” I moved my fingers faster as I felt hot from his gaze and the way he was stroking himself. I was burning with so much desire and need to feel him inside of me. Now.

“Damiano…” My breath quickened as I felt the familiar tension building up in the pit of my stomach.

“Keep going. Tell me what you would think about.”

I let out a moan as I rocked my hips along my fingers.

“I would think of the way you’d suck my clit and slap my pussy until I came.” I panted, watching the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum.

“I would think of how you would suck my breasts…” I said, grabbing a handful. “Pinch my nipples.” I continued, trailing my fingers over my nipples before pinching them as he would.

Damiano’s breathing was heavy as he gripped his cock as the pre-cum dripped down. I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to take him in my mouth.

He got up and removed his shirt, exposing all of his tattoos and his incredibly rock-hard body. He slid out of the rest of his clothing, leaving him naked at the foot of my bed, stroking himself faster.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned, my orgasm nearing.

“Come for me, baby. Let me see how you make yourself come to the thought of me.” Damiano growled.

I played with my clit until my toes curled and my back arched as the wave of pleasure rippled through my body, making me tremble as I let out a small cry.

“Atta girl. You came so beautifully for me.” Damiano praised.

I let out a smile as I closed my eyes, calming down from my high. I opened my eyes when I felt the bed dip. He held my gaze as he spread my legs further apart, trailing his lips on the inside of my thigh, giving small kisses as he made his way to my pussy.

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