Page 45 of Malevolent Secrets

“Yes.”

She moves away from the table and walks over to where I’m standing.

“What do you want Lorenzo?”

She’s so close to me, but she isn’t touching me. It doesn’t stop me from feeling like my entire body has been set on fire.

I want to see everything, the perfectly pink tips of her breasts, the freckles scattered over her shoulders, the tiny little tattoo of a D, right in the valley between her breasts. I make a note to ask her why she placed it just there, where it’s secret and hidden.

“Take your underwear off.”

“Take them off yourself.”

I snake one arm around her and pull her to me. She lands with a stifled sound of surprise on my chest. I look in her eyes for any signs of hesitation, but I find none.

With one flick of my wrist, I unhook her bra. I pull the straps down her arms, and it falls at our feet. My eyes dip down to her naked breasts pressed against my chest, and it’s my turn to lose my breath.

My palm looks almost ridiculously big on her body as I slide one down, cupping a breast. She throws her head back and sighs.

“Fucking beautiful.”

When I pinch the already hard bud between my fingers, she spasms in my arms and lets out a moan that causes my dick to twitch in turn.

“That feels so good.”

“Tell me what else feels good.”

She takes my other hand and guides it to her pussy. She’s already dripping wet for me.

Fuck.

I pick up a remote from the table and press a button. The glass sides of the room turn opaque. Nobody will see her like this except me.

I lift her by the waist and set her atop the table, then I slide the thong down her legs, fist it into a ball, and press it to my nose, all the while looking at her. I push the thong into my pocket and part her thighs.

“Been dreaming of this since you walked out of the club last week.”

“That’s your fault,” she chides. “You made it clear we were just discussing business.”

I smile and trail my finger over her clit. She sighs and arches her back. She’s so wet, I don’t need any other lubrication for my finger to slip in. The moan draws out of her long and deep.

“Right there, fuck. Don’t stop.”

I lick the side of her neck, fisting her breasts in my free hand and twisting her nipples one at a time.

“Good girl, go on, take what you need. Ride my fingers.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. She starts to roll her hips and she clings onto me for dear life even as I feel her tighten around my fingers even more. It is the beginning of what is sure to be an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Faster, please.”

“Oh, she begs. I’ve trained you well, Tesoro.”

She takes hold of my hand and I let her control the motion for a while before taking it away and sucking on my fingers.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re coming apart in my arms.”

“Please,” she pleads. “I’m so close. More. I’m not finished.”

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