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“Fine. You know what? I don’t need you; I have my trusty dildo,” I state as I fold my arms against my chest.

“You’ll use that damn thing again over my dead body,” Gabo says, and I cackle at him. He’s so dramatic.

“Lucky for you, I always have it in my purse,” I say as I pat my bag. Gabo raises a brow in question, and I explain, “You never know when you need an orgasm, you know?”

“The only thing I know is that you’ll never want to use that dildo ever again once you ride my cock.” I swallow hard at his statement. I’m so ready for him.

“So what is it going to be, principessa? Are you going to ride me? Or are you going to use that fake dick you have in your purse?” Gabo’s hand gets dangerously close to my core, and I instinctively open my legs for him.

“Fuck. Just as I suspected; you’re so wet for me.” Gabo circles my clit with his index finger, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

“We’ll be there in five minutes. And then you’ll be mine,” he says as he keeps playing with my clit.

“You guys can go to town for a while or do whatever. Miss Bianchi and I won’t be available until tomorrow,” Gabo informs his security detail as he carries me like I’m a sack of potatoes into the villa. I giggle the entire time until we enter his room, and he lays me down on his bed—almost ceremoniously.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long,” he says as he gets on top of me, trailing kisses down my collarbone.

“What are you talking about? I’ve only been here for a few weeks,” I say as I shamelessly grab his ass and push him down so I can get relief by feeling his hard length rubbing against my core.

“I have always thought you were beautiful, but when I went to your graduation back in February, not only did your beauty knock me on my ass but also your drive, your take on life. I knew then I wanted to get to know you better, so when you told me your plan, I thought it was kismet to offer you a summer in Italy.” Gabo continues with his assault on my neck. I’m sure I’m going to have a bruise there tomorrow. And I couldn’t care less. This magnificent man just told me he was hoping I would come spend the summer with him. Me. The woman Luca still treats like a little girl.

“If we’re going to be honest, I’ve always thought you’re the hottest of the Godoy brothers, but never thought I’d have a chance with you since you’re so old.”

“Old? I’ll show you I’m experienced, not old,” he growls the words against my neck. “And even though some people might think my experience is a point against me to court you, I’d say it’s actually good. I made all the mistakes I needed to make before I had a chance with you. Because now I’m one hundred percent certain that you are the only woman I want in my life. I don’t need to look anywhere else. You are everything I want.”

“Then make me yours, G.”

He doesn’t reply. He simply starts undressing me with such reverence that I get goosebumps all over my body. I’ve never in my life had anyone treat me this passionately and thoughtfully. When I’m naked, he sits down on his feet and admires me from head to toe.

“Fuck, Bella. You are every wet dream come true.” He removes his shirt and swim shorts, and his cock springs free. Hard and proud.

Gabo gets on top of me once more and starts trailing kisses down my chest. He grabs one of my breasts in his right hand and starts flicking my left nipple with his tongue. I press his head down gently, letting him know how much I’m enjoying his exploration of my body. He continues flicking, licking, then biting my nipple until he decides to pay the same attention to my other breast. I can feel my heart rate increasing. It’s embarrassing to admit he has me so hot and ready for him by just touching my breasts, but his tongue is incredible.

“Gabo, I need you.” I’m finally able to form words.

“Tell me what you want, principessa. I was made to please you.” Ugh, this man says the hottest things.

“I need you inside me.” I grab his thick, dripping cock in my hand so he can get the hint.

“I need to make sure you’re ready for me.” He kisses me sweetly and tenderly. Taking his time, he presses his lips to mine as he starts moving on top of me, giving me the friction I’m seeking. He makes his way down my chest and kisses my breasts again, then down my middle until he reaches my navel and opens my lower lips with his hands. He licks me from back to front and, fuck, if I don’t buck in response. It’s an overwhelming sensation to feel him all over me.

“You taste so good, I think I’m addicted already,” Gabo tells me as he traces circles with his tongue on my clit and enters me with two fingers. The sensation is too much and not enough at the same time—I feel like I’m going to self-combust if he doesn’t stretch me with that big cock of his.

Seeking relief, I start moving to the pace he’s entering me with his fingers when he stops and moves on top of me. He thrusts into me in one swift movement. I feel the air leave my lungs at the invasion, but once he’s completely in, he gives me time to adjust to his size.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks as he looks at me, those deep brown eyes full of concern.

“I’m okay,” I tell him as I kiss him, waiting for my lungs to expand again. Once I’m breathing normally, he starts moving ever so slowly. I’ve never felt this way, like we could be together like this forever.

Gabo kisses me as he picks up speed, his eyes never leaving mine. We don’t need words—our bodies communicate with a dance that only the two of us know. The moment I crisscross my legs around his back, Gabo pushes in even more—something I didn’t think was possible—and I yelp in pleasure. He suddenly stops, likely worried that I’m in pain, so I kiss him hard to let him know I’m okay. He starts moving again, and this time, all the gentleness flies out the window. We both are moving fast, chasing the proverbial fall. After three more thrusts, Gabo and I come together.

Once our breathing has slowed down, he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom. I get into the fetal position, wishing I could snuggle with him right now. When he comes back out, he’s holding a washcloth, and I look at him, wondering what he’s up to.

“We didn’t use a condom. I need to clean you up.” I relax at his thoughtfulness.

“Yeah, I did notice we didn’t use anything. But I’ve been on the pill for a while, so we’re good.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask if it was okay to go bare, but I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to be with you,” he says as he gets into bed with me after discarding the washcloth.

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