Page 73 of The Deal

“Do you have any idea what you do to me,amore mio?”

I could listen to him say‘my love’all day long. I’ve never been one to be easily influenced by someone’s words, but there’s something so swoony about the way he says it.

My eyes remain locked with his as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. The severity of his stare as he watches on burns with the heat of a thousand suns.

The second my bra drops to the floor, he’s on me again. He starts by lifting my arms high above my head, pinning them against the door with one of his large hands. The other dives straight down the front of my underwear.

“Always so wet for me,bella,” he growls as he circles my clit a few times.

I tilt my head back and whimper as he slides two thick fingers inside me, burying them knuckle deep. I widen my stance and gravitate my body downwards—as much as his hold on my wrists will allow—trying to take as much of him as I can into my body.

“That’s it, dirty girl, fuck my fingers. Yes, just like that,” he breathes as I begin to roll my hips in a circular motion. “Fuck that’s hot.”

It feels so good … so damn good. I’ve missed his touch and the way he owns my body.

He withdraws his fingers and adds a third digit to the mix, slowly pushing them inside me, stretching and filling me in the most delicious way.

I throw my head back and release a long, drawn-out moan as my orgasm takes over, making my body shudder with every intense wave. They keep coming, one after another, until my legs buckle, threatening to give way beneath me.

Alexander doesn’t stop until he’s drained every ounce of pleasure from my body.

When he’s done, he removes his fingers, bringing them towards his face. I give him a lazy smile as he sucks them into his mouth.

“I’ve missed your taste,” he admits as he grasps my hips and turns me until I’m facing the door.

When I hear the clink of his belt, I know what’s coming. He’s still fully dressed, but I find the fact that he’s so eager to be inside me that he doesn’t have time to remove his clothes incredibly sexy.

He uses his knee to part my legs wider as he places his flattened palm against my lower back, lightly bearing down to arch my spine so my backside protrudes outwards.

“I’ve missed your pussy almost as much as I missed you,bella,” he whispers into the crook of my neck as he slides the crown of his dick inside me.

One of his hands splays out against my abdomen while the other fists in my ponytail, turning my head to the side, giving him access to my lips.

He groans into my mouth as he thrusts himself to the hilt and pauses, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion.

A moment is all I get before he’s drawing back and thrusting right back in. He’ll get no complaints from me.

Prior to him, I’d go months, sometimes longer, without hooking up with someone, and it never bothered me. I was too damn tired the majority of the time to even worry about it, but four days without this man’s touch felt like an eternity.

He drives into me over and over again. Each surge is greater than the last, to the point my feet occasionally leave the ground. My fingernails dig into the wood, trying to find some traction, as his hands move to my hips, keeping me in place. The tips of his fingers dig painfully into my flesh, andI know they’re going to leave marks, but it only heightens my arousal.

“Come for me, Chloe,” he grunts. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Don’t stop,” I whimper. “I’m almost there.”

One of his hands moves to the junction of my thighs as he begins to stimulate my clit, helping me get there. The combination is almost too much. My body is overwhelmed by a kaleidoscope of sensations. Pleasure, pain, lust … and, dare I say, love. That realisation hits me like a freight train.

Is it even possible to feel that way about someone you’ve known for only a few weeks?

A love story can unfold when you least expect it—at the most unexpected time, with the most unexpected person. It’s as if the heart just knows, even before the mind catches up.

I tilt my head back, resting it against his shoulder, trying to silence the overthinking. Instead, I let the euphoria of him flood every pore of my being.

“I’m coming, Alex,” I cry out.

“I’m right there with you,cuore mio.”

He lets out an almighty roar that seems to echo off the walls as he seats himself deep inside me, and his body begins to jerk. I’m confident the neighbours even heard that, but I don’t care.

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