Page 58 of The Thief

Hot desire knifes through my body. He thrusts two fingers inside me again, and his thumb flicks my clit, lightly at first and then harder. “Please,” I beg. I’m so turned on. My body is on fire.

“Please what, little thief?” he growls. “Tell me what you need.”

I’m losing my mind. His tongue circles my clit, and I bite my cheek to keep from screaming out loud. Shivers roil my trembling body as Antonio’s tongue works its magic, and I gasp, writhe, and shudder.

“Please,” I whimper again, my voice breathy and needy. “Please don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, tesoro.” His fingers strokes in and out of my pussy, and his tongue circles my clit repeatedly, a pulsing rhythm that takes me to the very edge of a massive orgasm. “The way you taste, Lucia,” he groans, his voice muffled against me. “Soaddictive.”

Wave after wave of pleasure batters my body. “Antonio. . .” My knees are shaky, and my muscles are taut with strain. The feel of his mouth, his tongue, devouring me. . . It’s making me liquid. “I want. . . I need?—”

“To come? And you’re asking for permission like a good girl?”

There’s warm approval in his voice, but then he pulls away from me and straightens, which confuses me until he flips me over onto my back. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He kneels between my legs again, yanking me closer so my ass is on the edge of the desk. His hands spread me open, and his gaze is scorching hot. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Fucking perfect.” He puts his tongue on my clit again. “Come whenever you want, Lucia.”

Every time he licks me, my body jerks like I’ve touched a live wire. I rock my hips into him, and he laughs and holds me steady. He fucks me with his fingers and pleasures me with his tongue, and it doesn’t take long for the dam to burst. Sizzling heat sears me, and the blazing inferno of an orgasm burns through my body.

He licks me until the wracking shudders cease. I lie there, half on the desk and half off, lazy and sated. “Wow,” I murmur. “That was. . .”Spectacular.

He chuckles as he gets to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing me in a hungry, open-mouth kiss. His erection is a hard bar against his woolen trousers. I brush my hand against it. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Is that how you ask?” he asks, his voice half-teasing, half-stern. “Where are all the pleases and thank-yous now, Lucia? I let you come, and all that politeness disappears?”

“Oops,” I say with a grin. It’s so strange how comfortable I am with him. Every time I’m with Antonio, it just feels. . . right.

Antonio just read me like an open book. He gives me the best orgasms of my life. He growls orders at me in a way I find irresistible, but he always treats me respectfully. He listens to me, truly listens.

I’m catching feelings for Antonio Moretti.

I could very easily fall in love with him.

And that thought fills me with a buzzing sense of panic.

What the hell, Lucia?

This is about hot sex. That’s all it can ever be.

I slide off the desk and sink onto my knees, looking up at him from lowered lashes. He wants me to be polite? I can do that. “Thank you for my orgasm, Sir. Please, may I suck your cock now?”

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ANTONIO

Lucia looks up at me from on her knees, her eyes bright with arousal, a devilish smile playing across her lips. Her body is soft and curvy and perfect. Her dark hair spills down her back in wild tangles.

My cock throbs and drips with precum at the sight. I’m not thinking straight—I cannot. Not now, not with her kneeling before me, her lips swollen from my kisses and parted in anticipation.

I’m aware that it’s easier for Lucia to suck my cock than to talk about her feelings, but I turned down a blowjob last week, and I’m not strong enough to turn it down again.

I lower my zipper, and my erection springs out, ready and eager for her smart, sassy mouth. I’m dangerously close to losing control, and that won’t do. Not at all.

Sitting back on the chair, I beckon to Lucia. “Come here.”

She starts to get up, and I shake my head sternly. “Crawl to me, tesoro.”

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