Page 22 of Stolen By the Enemy

She looks surprised by my appearance, which is absurd, because she was the one walking around naked in front of the cameras all day.

I know she wanted me to see her, and the only reason for that, surely, would be to get me here.

My dick is already throbbing in my pants. It has been since I watched her bend over in her high heels and nothing else.

I was trying to get business sorted out, but she’s insistent in her teasing.

It seems like she thinks making me horny will help make me forget why she is here.

But I’m not as stupid as she thinks I am.

I am, however, a man. And I’m a man with needs.

When a woman who can fulfill those needs is offering herself so willingly, it would be stupid to turn her down.

So, I’m here now, to fuck her like she wants, so that I can go back and focus on the important things.

I bend down and start tugging her panties off. They’re snug against her body, and the heat of the day seems to have melted them into her skin, even though she’s only been wearing them for ten minutes, at most.

“Wait.” She holds onto the waistband, looking shocked.

I laugh out loud now. She can’t be serious.

“No more waiting. You were naked and ready for me all day. Now you’ll take it like a good girl.”

I’m not here to have a heart-to-heart talk.

I am here to unleash the tension that has been in my body all day while watching her dance in the nude, while still having to deal with business calls.

“Marco, hang on.” She still thinks I’m playing with her, and that she’s in control of this situation.

I ignore her and pull her panties off completely.

The sight of her freshly clean pussy has me even more turned on. I need to satisfy this need now.

I undo my belt and slip my pants off, then drop my button-up shirt to the ground. I see her eyes widen even more, looking at the cock that’s about to enter her.

She’s silent now, even a bit stiff, but I have no doubt that I can loosen her up quickly.

I’m still standing, so I pull her waist until the back of her thighs are up on my stomach and my cock is just inches away from her pussy.

There’s a reason I always choose tall beds for my houses.

I need to make sure she’s ready for me, so I stroke her clit with a finger first, massaging her in small circles.

It’s only a few seconds before she arches her back and closes her eyes.

I stick my index and middle finger inside her and she bites her lip. She’s wet and ready.

That didn’t even take as long as I thought it would.

I pull her up against me and place my hands on either side of her hips, guiding her to my dick until I’m inside her.

I can tell when all of me is in, because Grazia moans and grips the bedsheets with both hands.

Now, I start thrusting, finally releasing the pent-up frustration that has been building since the wedding.

Her body is soft and smooth, and so warm.

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