Page 35 of Casino King

With one more pass from my clit to my entrance, he circles me, teasing me.

“Alec,” I pant, my mind so far past the point of coherent thought.

“Lascia che ti adori, mia bella rosa. Voglio assaporarti sulle mie labbra per sempre.”

Gripping my hips, he moves me up the bed. His mouth staying attached to any part of my body he can find.

Sighing, I slide my fingers through his thick mass of black hair, never having felt anything so soft.

Alec is a slew of contradictions that I want to spend every minute of every day exploring.

Still fully clothed, he stands at the foot of the bed, towering over me as he strips each article of clothing from his body.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man remove his cufflinks before, but I find the act simply sexy.

Everything Alec does is sexy.

When he shrugs his dress shirt from his body, my eyes rake over his torso, trying to memorize every dip of muscle and every inch of flesh so I can pull this moment from my memory when I’m alone.

Unbuckling his belt, he pops the button of his pants open and slides his zipper down, the sound an erotic intro of what’s to come.

Pushing his pants and boxers down, Alec steps out of them and stands before me completely naked.

He’s perfect.

He was built for the pleasure of women.

Gripping his cock, Alec strokes himself, and I bite my lip, wanting to know what he tastes like. Wanting to know what he’d feel like in my mouth – choking me, stretching me, filling me.

“I’ve wanted to fill your mouth with my cock since I first saw you, needing to see those pretty lips stretched so wide you don’t know if you can take any more. But you do. You always do.” Alec’s voice sounds like it’s spoken under water. My senses drowning in him and flooding me with a need I don’t think will ever be quenched.

“Are you on the pill? I want to feel you, bella. I don’t want anything between us.”

I nod, and breathe out, “Yes.” Yes, to all of it. I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen to regulate my cycle as a dancer. I never wanted to be surprised in the middle of class or a competition.

And I’ve waited my entire life for this. I want to feel him.

There’s no one who I deemed worthy of having me until Alec came and made that decision for me.

Crawling on top of me, he settles between my hips, the tip of his broad head aligning at my entrance.

His hands smooth up my body, gripping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers as he pushes into me.

A strangled cry is ripped from my throat, both out of pleasure and pain while Alec utters a string of Italian words I can’t even begin to decipher or understand. As if I’m being ripped in two, Alec fills me so fully, my body has to rearrange my insides to accommodate him.

Pausing when he’s fully seated inside of me, he frames my face with is large hands.

“Mia bella rosa,” he says, his voice strained – pained. “Am I the first man to be inside of you? Am I the first man to feel this tight, hot pussy strangle my cock like a fucking silken tunnel?”

I’m tempted to lie, but I can’t. Not to him. “Yes,” I hiss, my senses on complete overdrive.

“Perché? Perché? Perché? Così perfetta.”

“Please,” I beg, the pain I felt gone, and in its place a growing pressure and desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt. “More.”

Growling, he captures my lips in a hard, bruising kiss that leaves me breathless when he pulls back. “I won’t be gentle, bella. Knowing I’m the only one to feel you like this makes me need to fuck you even harder.”

“Please,” I beg again, breathless, pushing my chest against his.

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