Page 90 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

I open my mouth to argue, but he cuts me off with a kiss—hot, hungry, and entirely too consuming.

So greedy.

“You can have both, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice muffled as he moves lower. Sucks a nipple on his way down. Licks on it. Blows so it puckers. “But only because I can’t resist you.”

I spread my legs, greedily. Anxiously.

Willing him to hurry.

I want it bad…

I watch, giddy.

He doesn’t rush—of course he doesn’t.

Gio loves to take his time, to savor every moment, every reaction, every little sound I make.

“You’re so impatient,” he teases, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His hands grip my hips firmly,holding me in place as his kisses trail lower, each one slow and deliberate. “But I like that about you. Plus, you taste so fucking good.”

My fingers tighten in the sheets beneath me as my back arches off the bed, silently begging him to stop teasing and start eating me out.

This is torture!

“Gio,” I plead, louder this time, desperate for him to stop tormenting me with his slow, calculated movements. “Please for the love of God.”

“I love it when you beg.” Then his mouth is on me, warm and insistent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. A loud, drawn out moan.

My head falls back against the pillow, my fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks on my clit for breakfast—going at me hard and it doesn’t take long for my thighs to start quivering, his tongue moves in maddeningly perfect strokes.

And when his fingers slide inside me, I want to die.

He groans, little noises from his throat that are as erotic as the sight of his bare, broad shoulders glistening between my wet thighs.

The top of his head.

His nose pressed against my mound.

Gio doesn’t quit. Doesn’t pause.

Doesn’t stop until I’m trembling, until I’m left boneless and breathless and utterly spent.

When he finally pulls back, his grin is smug and entirely too self-satisfied, but I can’t even bring myself to care.

Then.

He reaches for a condom, which we’ve left out on the nightstand after fumbling around in the dark one too many times…tears it open, rolls it on, makes the short crawl up my body.

He slides in so easy…

Thrusting slowly, bracing his hands on the headboard, Gio reaches under me to grab my ass so he's buried as deep as he canget. The deep rumble from his chest vibrates through the room as he pumps into me, hips rolling.

God he is in such good shape…

My nails rake down his back, down to his ass and press into his flesh; I can’t help but marvel at his body—the tension in his muscles, the way he moves with so much control it makes my head spin.

Slowly and deliberately, his head dips.

He is gorgeous.

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