Page 9 of The Perfect Deception

Damien stops, turning to me with the sexiest smile any man has ever given a woman on this planet and wraps his arms around my waist. “When there’s more to tell, I can’t wait to share it with you.” One hand slides slowly up my neck to cup one side of my face, an irresistible caress a moment before his mouth descends on mine.

The kiss is soft to start, an exploration as if this is our first kiss. Damien’s mouth is gentle, his tongue sweeps back and forth across my bottom lip until I’m breathless. Then he hits my top lip, a slow and steady sweep until I gasp with want and he slips inside with a soft chuckle.

My body is shivering as each slow stroke of his tongue teases me. It tempts me and leaves me shaking and shivering. There’s something about the way he kisses me, so completely, that makes me feelthingsI can’t understand or explain. I’ve been with men before, enough to know what a good kiss is, what good sex is, but this is more than that.

It’s not just good, it’severything.

Tears prick my eyes, but it’s not sadness—it’s the overwhelming flood of emotions rushing through me. I can’t remember ever feeling this consumed by a man, by his kisses. It’s part of what I’m feeling: happy, overwhelmed, and maybe even loved.

We haven’t said the words yet, but Damien holds me like I’m something precious. He looks at me like I’m a rare gem. Every touch, every glance—it makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

I feel like I’m someone else—someone who could float above the vineyards, drifting on clouds. “Damien,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath.

He pulls back with a look on his face that could melt butter. “Back to the hotel?”

I nod, hungry for him and his kisses.

“Back to the hotel,” I whisper.

CHAPTER FOUR

Frankie

“I love to see you like this, Francesca, on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” Damien’s voice is a low growl, the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine or maybe it’s the way his grip tightens on my hair when he hits the back of my throat.

I’m so fucking wet it’s running down my thighs and his words only make me wetter. Only this man can make mewantto be a good girl, on my knees sucking his cock however he’ll give it to me. “Mmm,” I moan around him, squeezing my thighs together to soothe the ache.

“Legs open,” he demands, his voice low and commanding. “No relief until I’m giving it to you.” His lips curl into the barest hint of a smile, and the throb inside me intensifies.

I spread my knees wide. The night air on my pussy doing nothing to cool my overheated body.

“Good girl.” His hips move in slow, deep strokes, fucking my throat gently. Slowly. “Fuck, Frankie. Your mouth is pure perfection.”

I look up at him, searching his face. He doesn’t reveal much, but when his jaw clenches and his eyes darken, it’s enough to send my pulse racing.

His hips move a little faster. “Francesca.” My name slips from his lips and his cock gets thicker in my mouth. I can sense his balls tightening up.

I’m ready to take all of him. On my tongue. Down my throat. All over my tits. Whatever he wants. That’s how far gone I am over this man, and he doesn’t even realize it.

“I could fuck this mouth all day. Every fucking day.” When he loses the sophisticated billionaire façade and shows me his dirty side, I find him even more charming. “Do I want to come down your throat or on your tits?”

I say nothing as he pumps deeper, faster, I just take every inch of him as deep as I can until my eyes water. I let out a low moan when that first drop of pre-come hits my tongue.

“Fuck, baby. You want to drink it up, don’t you?”

I do. I really fucking do and that’s how I know that this isn’t just another man, another relationship. This is the man who is either going to love me or wreck me. I nod and suck him harder.

“Fuck,” he roars, gripping my hair tighter and tilting me back while he fucks me hard and deep. My throat might ache tomorrow but tonight I don’t care, I want this. All of it. This man.

He never looks away while he fucks my mouth faster and harder until he goes still, hot streams of come hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down. “Shit, Francesca. Fuck.” Finally, his eyes close as his hips slow.

I don’t release him until I’ve swallowed every drop he has to offer and when I do, the popping sound that tears through the room is loud.

Damien growls as his cock falls from my mouth. “That mouth.”

He offers a hand to help me to my feet. “That was hot.”

“It was fucking perfect. Just like you.”

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