Page 86 of The Billionaire's Pact

I shook with need as I moved on my knees and crawled between his spread thighs. I raised my head and ran my tongue up and down his cock. Every lap of my tongue had me more desperate for him to touch me. My nipples hurt from how tight they were, and I could feel my clit throb and ache. But also, I could hear Rocco’s breath become faster and harder. I was pleasing him. I sucked on the tip the way he’d suck my clit.

“You do that so fucking well, but you’re too close to coming, so I can’t suck my sweet pussy like I want to. You will ride me. Now climb on.”

I stood on shaky feet and climbed onto his lap. My ears filled with the sound of my shallow breaths, and my heart pounded against my ribs. The heat of his skin turned me on. The strokes of his large hands over my bare breasts made goosebumps break across them, and his spicy cologne filled my nostrils. I wanted him badly.

“I’m so wet,” I whispered breathlessly and moaned, lifting my trembling hips as I eased him inside me, lowering on his hard cock as he stretched me deliciously.

“Fuck, say that again,” he groaned, strumming my clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Rocco.” I squirmed and shuddered as his cock filled me deeper. “Mmm… that feels so good.” I lifted my hips, gliding up his shaft and then back down. My body throbbed at its core as he slid in deeper, stretching me wider, taking more of him. I whispered his name, moving my hips back and forth in a slow, sweet fuck.

He kissed my neck and groaned into my skin. “Slow it down. Show me how good that tight cunt can suck my cock.”

I was achy, straining, and writhing on his lap.

“Ohh, Rocco,” I moaned his name and exhaled audibly, easing out and lowering, taking him at a faster rhythm. It felt so good to be lost in the pleasure.

He grasped my tits hard, squeezing the nipples, and a surge of sensation exploded inside me. My inner walls clenched. “Ohh, God,” I cried out.

Rocco moaned. “That’s it, Bella. Fuck me good.” He grabbed my hips and lifted me to fuck him faster. I rocked as I rode him. The orgasm rose with each slide of his cock in and out of me. Nothing mattered more than to come. I knew it would shatter me.

We were sweating, kissing, and sliding our tongues together. My body moved above him as I bounced on his cock. Our moans and pants were loud.

“Adelina,” he moaned. He lifted his hips, rubbing that spot inside me. His fingers moved on my clit, and I came, clenching and spasming, my inner walls squeezing his cock. He grabbed my ass hard, lifting it beneath me with deep, fast thrusts. I held on to his broad shoulders and bounced up and down on him. He was as gone as I was.

Rocco let out a roar as he gripped my waist. “Fuck.” His lips brushed my damp forehead, before he kissed me deeply, our tongues slipping hot against each other. “Damn. You’ve turned me out. I’m obsessed.”

I basked in his praise and placed my head on his shoulder, feeling his heart still beating fast. “I enjoyed that.”

“Me too,” he whispered. “So much.”

He kissed my forehead, and my lips again. His hands moved down and cupped my ass. His cock was still inside of me. I liked the feeling of him bare inside me.

We rested together for a while, then parted and cleaned up. I had my clothes back on and joined him back in the office. He was at his desk again, but reached his hand out for me. I went to him, and he placed his arm around my waist.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you that our wedding planner Will called; we’re doing a walk through at the wedding venue in a few days,” he said, squeezing my waist.

“Where are we meeting him?” I asked.

“No idea,” he mused.

I groaned.

He chuckled. “I don’t know why, but I’ve become addicted to seeing you surprised. It’s weird. Of course, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself here. But I find myself waking up thinking about ways to make you happy.”

Rocco’s revelation brought on a stark clarity. He was confused because he never considered me in a romantic way. Sure, he was charming, kind, and protective toward me, but he wasn’t falling in love. My lack of dating experience made me feel at a great disadvantage. A sharp pang pierced the center of my chest, radiating outward.

“I’m going to bed,” I said and moved away from the desk with a forced smile.

He eyed me curiously, but didn’t stop me. “Hmm. Okay. See you soon.”

Once upstairs, I stepped into the shower, my tears blending with the water, and flowing down the drain where they belonged. The fault was mine, for allowing myself to get carried away by his charisma and yearning for every moment in his presence.

I had mistaken his attentiveness and affection as something deeper. I wasn’t a choice, but a business investment. He had brought me to Italy to test me out, to see if he could tolerate me. The arranged marriage was a transaction that our families needed and would have. I didn’t need Rocco to love me; I needed him to marry me.

Stepping out of the shower, I resolved to get back on track with Rocco. We were business partners who were about to close the deal. The marriage and freedom was finally in my grasp. I needed to ignore the feelings that arose when we were intimate. Yes, they were wonderful, and sex was fabulous. But he’s had that for years, Adelina. You were only a shiny new toy.

The Belfiores had been grooming me all along as well. They’d groomed me to expect little emotion and show little emotion. And trained me to keep myself aloof from deep friendships. In many ways, they’d done a brilliant job at preparing me for an arranged marriage. I didn’t need love to be married. Still, I couldn’t help but get caught up in Rocco’s charm, attention and care. He made it hard for me to protect my heart.

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