Page 19 of Saving His Sunshine

I sob his name, my core clenching.

“By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll feel my devotion every time you breathe, Sunshine.” His tongue dips into my belly button, making me shiver. “You’ll know just how perfect you are.”

God. He’s killing me, one sweet word at a time. If this is what it means to be his, I don’t want to stop. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

My breath hitches as he drags my sleep shorts and panties down my legs before tossing them off the side of the bed. "Spread for me, angel. Let me see that perfect little pussy."

Pulse pounding, I let my thighs fall open, baring myself completely.

He groans, his eyes locked on my sex. "Beautiful," he rasps. "So fucking beautiful."

"Alessandro," I whimper, shaking with need.

"Tell me I can eat this pretty pussy," he begs, his heated gaze capturing mine. And that look in his eyes…God, I’ve never seen anything sexier than this man on his knees between my legs, pleading with me to let him eat me. "Tell me I can fuck you with my tongue until you come all over my face."

"God, yes," I moan desperately. "Please!"

With a wild growl, he lunges, burying himself face-first between my legs. Sensations explode through my body as he feasts on me, licking, sucking, and biting like a starving man.

I sob his name, fisting my hands in his hair.

My world narrows to him and the way his rough tongue laps over me, each stroke hotter and more insistent than the last. He grips my thighs, holding me open while he devours me, hungry and ravenous. The rhythm is brutal, every nerve in my body lighting like wildfire.

"You taste so goddamn good," he growls against my folds. "Sweet and juicy."

His words send another shudder through me. It's too much. I'm too exposed, too vulnerable. But I can't find it in me to care. Not when his tongue flicks against my clit. Not when he sucks and nips until I’m writhing beneath him.

“I can’t…I can’t…” I whimper, gripping his hair tighter. But he doesn’t stop, not for a second.

“You can,” he growls, sounding just as wrecked as I feel. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he directs his attentionback to my clit. He alternates between licking and sucking on it until my whole body tightens up.

“Please…” I beg, although I’ve lost track of what I’m asking for. Release? More? Both? Everything?

He responds to my plea by sliding two thick fingers inside me while continuing to attack my clit with his tongue.

My orgasm crashes over me, sweeping me under and tossing me around before spitting me back out. But he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going.

I buck against his mouth, sobbing, pleading...and shattering again.

He holds me down beneath him, ruthlessly wringing a third from me. This time, he leaves me shaking and pleading, so sensitive I feel like I’m going to shatter apart with every swipe of his tongue.

"I can't," I gasp, tears leaking from my eyes. "It's too much! Please. I can’t."

Slowly, he lifts his head, his mouth wet with my arousal. His eyes are wild and feral, almost black with lust. Hie wipes his forearm across his mouth, breathing hard.

God, he’s so damn beautiful like this.

That’s the only thought I have before he lunges at me. He lands on top of me, kissing me as if he’s going to die if my air isn’t in his lungs immediately. I taste myself on his tongue and sob his name, my core clenching hard.

This time, I touch him, my hands running all over his body, feeling the power in his coiled muscles. He’s so damn strong. And yet, he’s shaking for me, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest.

"I need you, Sunshine," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Christ, I can't think straight."

"Yes," I moan, slipping my hands between us, desperately trying to undo the button of his work pants. "Now. I need you now, Alessandro."

Together, we shove his jeans and boxers down his hips. His thick erection springs free, the swollen head already glistening with precum. He's huge and perfectly hard, bouncing against his belly.

I bite my lip, unsure how he’s possibly going to fit, but the way he groans my name like a prayer sends another wave of wetness between my thighs. We’ll make it work.

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