Page 3 of Power Pucking Play

He sighs deeply, one dark eyebrow hooking upwards. “Mm. Lick here, huh? Now that's an invitation I can't refuse."

The words melt the last of my mortification as Gio’s lips descend between my legs. My fingers grip Giovanni De Luca's soft dark hair, clenching tightly as his mouth sucks on my pussy, sending me to new heights of sweet surrender.

His fingers, talented and knowing, find my hardened nipples and start to gently tweak them. Each touch sends shivers cascading down my spine, heightening the simmering tension in my core. Gio's lips remain relentless, sucking my clit with an intoxicating rhythm that threatens to unravel me completely.

Each stroke of his tongue is a promise fulfilled, and my body arcs against him.

Reaching. Stretching. Straining for release.

As the pressure builds, I feel it cresting, a wave growing ever taller until it crashes over me in a flood of ecstasy.

My breath catches, then spills out in a flood of gasps as I come, my slender fingers gripping and releasing his hair like a lifeline tethered to the storm of sensation consuming me.

In the aftermath, when the last tremor ebbs away, Gio rises to his feet.

His eyes meet mine—dark and shimmering—and an unspoken understanding passes between us.

He tears a condom open with his teeth, a wicked grin playing on his lips, and suddenly it hits me.

This is really happening.

I'm about to sleep with Giovanni De Luca.

My heart races, the reality of the moment sending a thrill through my veins. He slips the condom on with a practiced hand, and as he slaps his hard cock against my clit, a sharp intake of breath escapes my lips.

Gio’s voice is a low growl, his words dirty and dark, weaving a raw tapestry of desire. “You like that, don’t you, Lexi? Feeling how hard I am for you. You want it. I can see it in your eyes.”

As his cock slides between my slick folds, I can't help the moan that rises from my throat—a sound that would leave me burning with shame if it weren't for the other words he whispers.

"You’re so ready for me, Lexi," he murmurs, voice dripping with sin as the head of his cock nudges insistently at my entrance. "God, you're wet. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

The intensity of his dirty words makes me dizzy, a helpless whine escaping my lips as my body responds eagerly to his touch. Every fiber of my being is aflame, and I arch toward him, feeling the slick slide of his thickness as he teases me to the brink of madness.

I know I should stop this; that I’m teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice.

This isn’t me.

I'm Alexandra Brookes. I'm now the leading sports news correspondent forSports News Now.

I’m not someone who gets swept away in reckless moments like this.

But each brush of his thick cock swiping against me ignites a fire I can’t ignore. Won’t ignore. Not now.

Not when I’m this close to a fleeting escape to ecstasy.

This is just a one-time thing. A time-out from reality.

Just for tonight.

Tomorrow, I’ll pack this away as a memory.

But for now?

For now, my fingers strangle the hotel bed sheets as Giovanni De Luca lifts my legs and places my ankles on his muscled shoulders.

I can worry about the little details…later.

I sigh, all reason and rationale leaving my body, when Giovanni De Luca finally claims me with a steady, deliberate thrust.

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