Page 62 of Deception

“Your hand isfreezing!” He laughs. I raise my eyebrows.

“My mouth isn’t though.” I drop to my knees.

He’s utterly irresistible, even as my body shivers uncontrollably from the frozen venture into the blizzard. Heat floods through me at the sight of every stiff inch of him, the line of his abs running straight up to that smoldering stare, watching me take all of him into my mouth.

I knew the moment I had him last night, once he became part of me, that I needed more. That I needed to taste him, touch him, and have him inside me again and again.

It’s game over.

I’m so screwed.

But I let those thoughts fade to the background, caught up in the moment, enjoying him for as long as I can.

Sucking firmly on the tip, I lick him from the base of his shaft all the way to the top. “I've been dying to taste you ever since I saw you last night.”

It’s truly all I’ve been able to think about, the thickness and length of it plowing into me.

Again, I slide him entirely down my throat, relaxing to swallow him, moaning as I feel the head of his dick swell in my mouth.

“Holy fuck, Isabella,” he growls, moaning above me, his fingers tethering into my soaked hair. The silky smooth sensation of him slipping along my lips tastes so sweet, gliding across my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, making me open wider, pulling my lips along tightly to make him shout my name.

Honey and salt coat my tongue, dripping from him as I suck, chills zipping up my back from the thought of making him wet. My core is pulsing with longing, desperate for him to fill. Even more so when he flexes his thighs, my fingers clamping down over them, bracing myself as he clenches his ass and thrusts himself deeper.

My lips hit the base of his cock and a wave of arousal surges through me as he grunts, a low, rough outburst.

Pursing my lips tighter, I drag him out as slow as I can, inhaling through my nose and moaning a vibrating whine of ecstasy, flicking my tongue around the head, teasing and coaxing him to clench, arching up, harder than ever.

Alessandro’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. He’s completely lost in his pleasure.

My pleasure.

That only I can give him.

One hand drifts to the back of my head as I linger on the tip, begging me, pushing me to devour him again. So I plummet, gulping him down to the hilt, again, and again.

My hands wrap around to clutch at his legs, pulling him into my mouth harder, faster, showing him how I like it, how I love him fucking my mouth.

And Alessandro willingly complies with my efforts, beginning to buck his hips in time with my mouth, pumping into my throat and gripping my head firmly.

His hamstrings harden in my hands, my fingernails scraping along the skin, making his moans deepen to groans, then shouts as he lets loose, pumping smoothly into my throat. I’ve lost track of the water, the steam, the heat.

There’s only this.

Just when I think he’s going to go all the way, preparing myself to take him all, swallow him whole…

He stops, holding me tightly, his dick slowly sliding out.

I gasp as it pops from between my lips, lunging my head slightly to lick, trying to take him again.

A devilish, masculine grin spreads across his face. Along with a little shake of his head.

I wanted to finish him off, make him empty himself into me. I need to taste him, drink him.

But he has other plans.

Wrapping my hair around his fingers, he tugs upwards, pulling me to my feet, a hint of roughness jerking me upright. Another tug pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him.

He dives in, biting my neck, swirling his tongue along my flesh, his hand finding my breast, palming it, and rolling my nipples between his middle finger and thumb.

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