Page 28 of Diavolo

Elyse sauntered to him, stopping only a few feet away. He immediately sat up straight, leaning away from the couch toward her like a magnet. She smiled. "Like what you see?"

Alessandro moaned through a chuckle, his gaze never leaving her side. The man couldn't seem to find the words to form a proper response, but the fire in his eyes spoke volumes. Elyse took another step toward him, then another, and another, until she was close enough to climb on top of him and straddle him. She didn't touch him, though. Not yet. She intended to torture him for a while longer, to draw out his thirst and hunger until her grip on his cock could be wielded like a weapon.

"Do you remember the day," Elyse murmured through lowered lashes, "I stayed in the shower longer than usual?"

Alessandro's face and neck flushed. He gasped as though in pain, "How could I forget?"

Her lashes lifted. Their gazes caught. She admitted softly, "I was thinking of you."

Alessandro cursed under his breath. "Mi fai impazzire."

His hands shot out, gripping her hips, to draw her onto his lap. Elyse didn't fight him. Not at all. She did just the opposite. She encouraged him by melding her soft, pliant curves to the unyielding hardness of his muscled form, anchoring her knees on either side of his body before sinking down to rub herself against the prominent tent at his crotch. He groaned in bliss. As she settled over him, his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close, crushing her breasts against his chest.

"Is this my reward?" he whispered.

Alessandro looked like a man who was drowning in lust. Her head dipped down to rain soft, fluttering kisses along his jawline. "Not yet."

A long, hard sigh fell from his chest. The conflicting breath carried contentment and frustration. His hands proceeded to rove across her body, caressing and exploring as though he was trying to learn every dip and swell of her flesh with his palms and fingertips. Pleasure thrummed between them. His hand then rose to cup her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her. Elyse shied away. Alessandro frowned. She shook her head and said again, "Not yet."

Impatiently, his fingers skimmed down her back. He tried to unclasp her lacy white bra. Elyse denied him a third time, "Not yet."

"Do not be cruel."

But his threat sounded like a plea.

"Behave," she commanded, "or we're done here."

"Fine."

Even though Alessandro's handsome face tightened with annoyance, his eyes still darkened with desire as he caved to her demands. Elyse slid away from his lap. She knelt between his legs on the floor. He eyed her movements obsessively. The sides of his mouth quipped up. His dark brow rose with interest. With a knowing smirk, Alessandro inquired in a husky voice, "What is this?"

The man's irritation, Elyse noted wryly, had given way to anticipation. Men and their dicks tended to be very predictable.

"This," Elyse said as she slowly unzipped his trousers, "is your reward."

Alessandro grinned like the devil as he corrected her, "Sir.This is your reward,sir."

She chuckled throatily, repeating, "This is your reward,sir."

Alessandro helped her pull down his pants. His cock sprang out. Massive and solid. Veins pulsed along the thick, girthy length. Her heart thudded with excitement. Need throbbed within her. She leaned over to leave a trail of light, teasing kisses on either side of his eager dick. At the brush of her lips, Alessandro released a choked, staccato-sounding gasp. She lapped at his solid heat. Up and down. Down and up. He panted slightly. He moved his hands over her head and wound her long, dark hair around his fingers, holding it back from her face like a gentleman.

Good boy.

Elyse kissed the base and nipped gently at his taut, heavy balls. She felt the muscles in his thighs clench. She glanced up at him with wide green eyes and then dragged her tongue all the way up to the angry-looking head. The entire time, their gazes didn't break contact. Alessandro's brown and blue-gray eyes glazed over. His jaw fell slack as his breaths accelerated. Desperation wept from the tip of his cock.

He muttered, "Voglio sentirti sulla mia pelle, angelo..."

Elyse closed her eyes and took him with her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head and sucking his length between her cheeks. Grunting, he began to pump into her. Quick, shallow thrusts. She took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Alessandro's grip tightened around her hair, his firm, rhythmic strokes gained strength and speed. She sucked and swirled in time to his movements. His breathing grew even more erratic. A few minutes later, he moaned helplessly,"Angelo, angelo, angelo,I cannot... I am about to..."

With round, panicked eyes, Alessandro tried to pull away, but Elyse wouldn't release him. Her lips tightened around him with a punishing yet pleasurable suction. Her hands clung to his thighs, holding him in place. Seconds later, he released a low, gasping groan. Alessandro's entire body shuddered. His cockspasmed in her mouth as he found release. She swallowed. He tasted salty with a touch of sweetness.

His eyes closed sleepily. A satisfied, lazy smile spread across his face as he pulled her up back into his lap. His arms tightened around her as he nuzzled her neck. Alessandro pressed his lips against her temple and whispered, "You are a godsend. A gift.Grazie. Give me but a moment to rest,and I will return the favor."

The smokiness of his voice turned her insides slick and hot. As much as Elyse wanted to take him up on his offer, she knew better than to give up everything at once. Even if they ended up fucking, he could never possess all of her. She needed to keep him panting, chasing, and wanting more for two fucking years. With a set expression, Elyse pushed away from him and moved to the other side of the couch. His eyes lifted open. Still floating in a haze, Alessandro appeared to be genuinely perplexed. "Where are you going? Come back."

She slid a hand down her belly, toying with the lacy hem of her underwear. "For now, keep eyes on me. Only your eyes. Nothing else."

He started shifting across the couch toward her. A predatory gleam shone from his glare. "Fuck that shit. I want you make a mess all over me. Ride my fucking face until you scream. I want you begging when my fingers aren’t enough. But you will not be given more. No matter how prettily you beg for my cock. I will edge you until tears fall from your eyes. Only then will I let that pretty, little cunt of yours swallow every inch of me. Only then will I bury myself in you so we fuck to the point of no return."

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