Page 56 of Passion and Revenge

I lie back against the headboard. “Come here, let’s find out then.”

With a huff, she drops the clothes in her arms and climbs onto the bed. Then, in a move she probably doesn’t realize is the mania of wet dreams, she crawls to me, her breasts swinging in the loose T-shirt she has on.

I press the heel of my palm against the bulge in my pants.

Grabbing her by her waist, I deposit her in my lap, and her knees bracket my thighs.

“Oh.” She makes a little sound of surprise, her lips forming a perfectly round shape.

Sienna likes it when I pick her up and carry her around. She likes it when I manhandle her, and I’m all too glad to do it.

I cup the soaked cotton panties covering her hot pussy, and the look I shoot her is smug.

Grabbing one side of the light material, I tighten my grip on it and rip it off her.

She gasps. “Ale! I’m going to run out of panties at this rate.”

I tense only momentarily at the nickname. It’s a name I wouldn’t be able to tolerate any other person using. It was how I knew I was fucked. Because the first time she used it in the middle of sex, I didn’t have the urge to blow a hole through her head.

Ignoring her complaint, I push my pants down until my trapped cock is curving up between us.

There’s something very pleasing about the way Sienna’s eyes light up every time she sees my cock. It’s like she’s just discovered a long-lost treasure.

I grab her by the waist and position her over my straining cock. But before I can help her down slowly, a small, naughty smile curls her plump mouth, and she drops down on it. In one move, I’m seated deep inside her.

She throws her head back, exposing her tanned throat. “Oh my God,” she moans, her moan coming out trembly.

I grit my teeth to keep from exploding into her before we’ve even begun. But that’s just how good she feels. Nothing has ever felt as good as Sienna’s pussy sheathing me like a glove.

Her hip twitches, and this time, I’m the one who lets out an animalistic grunt.

“Holy fuck, Sienna,” I growl, my hands sliding higher and higher up her legs and taking her T-shirt along until I whip it over her head, leaving her completely naked, her heavy breasts right at my eye level.

I expect her to be shy and unsure, but there’s a wicked light in her eye that I recognize all too well as being her trademark minx behavior.

Her hands move to either side of my head, and she clutches the headboard.

Then, she raises herself up a bit and slams back down on me. We groan in unison.

Sienna begins to grind on me, her hips rolling, bouncing, and slamming with a frenzy that is all need and passion and zero percent finesse. Exactly how I like my women—no, actually, it’s exactly how I like Sienna D’Addario.

Wild, unrestrained.

With her curly black hair falling around her face, some of it plastered to her forehead with sweat, she looks like a warrior riding to some great battle, and I’m very willing to let her conquer and plunder.

“There! Oh God,” she pants.

At that moment, I decide I’m done letting her be in charge. She may be enjoying this, but we both know what she wants.

I take hold of her hips and control her next movement, bringing her down hard on my cock.

“Arrrgh!” she screams.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Make as much noise as you want. No one can hear you.”

If Maurizio knows what’s good for him, he’ll turn off every camera and audio link. All her cries and gasps and whimpers and screams belong to me.

“Alessandro!” She makes a desperate keening sound as I continue to slam her up and down, making sure to position my cock so it hits just the perfect angle to drive her completely insane.

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