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“God, baby, you look so fucking good right now.” He bites my lower lip and buries his fingers deep, his thumb brushing against my clit. I gasp as jolts of pleasure rocket into my core. “I love the way you moan. There is nothing sexier than listening to you come, but do you know what I love more?”

“What?” I whimper, only half able to think right now. Most of my brain cells are stuck between my legs, and all of those are burning up with lust.

“I love the way you fucking taste.” He shoves me back onto the edge of the bed and drops to his knees. His mouth finds me, licking and sucking like he’s trying to break me to pieces, and when his fingers slide in, my brain goes absolutely haywire.

“Oh my god, I can’t stop it,” I pant, arching my back to rub my clit against his mouth harder. “Oh, fuck, please don’t stop,” I plead.

“Come for me, baby,” he says and keeps going as the orgasm tears into my spine. It’s a world-ending, vision-tunneling, full-body climax, and the absolutely sinful way he moans as if he’s coming too only makes it that much more intense. When I’m done, I stare down at him, panting hard and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

He rocks back and stares at me as he licks his fingers clean. “Incredible,” he breathes. “Look at you, baby, all flushed and beautiful. I’m a very lucky man.”

“Says the guy that just gave me the best orgasm of my life.” Somehow outdoing the last one.

“I’m lucky because I’m far from done with you.” He stands and takes off his pants, taking his damn time. I stare, my mouth watering as he reveals every incredible inch. His muscular thighs, his ripped abs, and finally his thick cock, the tip smooth and shiny with precum.

He strokes himself, base to tip, nice and slow.

Chapter 20

Alana

I let myself watch. I’ve been a good girl and things have been really hard lately, and I think I deserve a little show. I smile at him, one hand on my tits, the other with my thumb in my mouth, as he slowly glides his hand up and down his shaft, groaning with need.

“You’re teasing me,” he says, and I think he likes it, the big, dirty man.

“No, I’m only giving myself a break. I worked really hard just now, you know. It’s not easy getting my pussy stuffed with your big fingers.”

“I’m going to stuff that bratty little mouth nice and hard if you don’t come over here.”

I laugh and tilt my head back, squeezing my knees together, because his dirty mouth drives me freaking wild. “I have a feeling you’re going to stuff my mouth whether I get over there or not.”

“Damn right, and I think you’re going to like it.”

I shimmy to the end of the bed and slowly drop to my knees. “Why would I ever love taking your dick in my mouth?”

“Because you look like the kind of girl who gets off on sliding a thick, hard cock into her throat. Don’t pretend to look all insulted, baby, it’s a compliment.”

“Doesn’t sound like one,” I mutter, cheeks burning red as I bat his hand away from his cock and take over stroking him. Damn, the man is so hard, he’s practically twitching already. I bet one good lick will make him absolutely explode on my tongue, and I have to stifle a moan at the thought.

Because Carlo is absolutely right.

I am the kind of girl who wants his cock in my mouth. I want it badly, every inch of it, and I don’t care if I gag as he hits the back of my throat. There’s a strange kind of power, making him groan with pleasure with nothing more than my lips and my tongue. A man like Carlo’s probably used to being in charge, but once I’m down here with his dick on my tongue, sucking him nice and hard, he’s going to melt for me.

I lick him. Just a little bit. Teasing, because he’s been such a damn tease to me, too. He growls with need, his fist wrapping in my hair.

“Don’t make me fucking beg,” he says, sounding strangled, and the pure want in his tone has to be the single most attractive sound I’ve ever heard in my life. He wants me so badly he’s barely controlling himself.

“Why not?” I lick his tip around, tasting his precum, one hand between my legs, absently stroking my wet pussy. “You can’t handle it?”

“Alana, baby, I need my dick in your mouth. Please, suck me nice and hard and give me what I want.”

“Oh, good boy,” I say, buzzing with this newfound strength, and I decide to reward him by gliding his tip between my lips.

I hollow my cheeks and go down as deep as I can go. Which is honestly not as deep as I wanted, because he’s so thick that he can’t get very deep, but he’s moaning like my mouth feels like heaven and he’s the luckiest man in the world. I move back, slurping and licking, not really caring how messy I’m being right now because this man is in absolute ecstasy, and I doubt he’d even notice a little spit dripping down onto his floor.

His cock strokes into my mouth. I take control, gagging a few times, but that only seems to make him moan even louder. His thighs are tense, and I reach back to grab his tight little ass, totally firm and so damn muscular. He pushes himself into my throat and I have to pull back, gasping for air.

“I fucking knew you’d like that, baby,” he says as he bends down and kisses me hard, his tongue swirling around mine. He drags me up to my feet and sucks on my tits as he shoves me toward the bed. “And I’m going to be a little vulnerable here and admit that I liked it when you called me a good boy.”

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