Page 56 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

"You're all mine now," I whisper, feeling my voice laced with power and seduction.

Valentino's breath hitches as he gazes up at me, his body tense.

Leaning down, I trail kisses along his neck.

My hands roam freely, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, and running my fingers through the light trail of hair that leads downward.

I plant kisses along his hard length outlined through his pants, my lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire.

"Layla," he groans, his hands gripping the bed sheets. "You're driving me crazy."

“I want to taste every inch of you,” I growl, just to drive him wild with pleasure.

Unbuckling his belt, I slide down his zipper, and free his straining erection.

I pause, admiring the sight of him, his body taut and ready. I run my fingers along his length, feeling his throbbing need.

He lets out a labored hiss.

"You like being at my mercy, don't you?" I keep my voice low and sultry.

Valentino's eyes flutter shut, his hips slightly arching off the bed.

"Yes," he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck, Layla, I need you."

With a wicked smile, I lower my head, my long hair cascading in between his thighs.

And with parted lips, and I take him into my mouth, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum.

I take my time, teasing him, sucking gently, then with increasing fervor.

Beneath me, Valentino’s body trembles.

"Oh god, Layla." His hips thrust upwards, seeking more.

My mouth works in a rhythmic motion, my hand stroking the length of him, matching his pace.

Having control over his pleasure is intoxicating. Knowing I’m the reason his body is tensing, his breath is coming in short, sharp pants… I love it.

I pull back, my hand tightening around him. I want him to cum on my mouth, but not yet. And maybe not tonight. I’m having too much fun.

Valentino's eyes fly open, his body taut as a bowstring.

"Fuck, I can't take much more," he pleads, his voice raw.

"You can take it," I assure him, my voice soft.

My free hand cups his balls, massaging them gently. They feel full in my hand, awaiting for a release.

"I want you to feel every moment." And with that, I take him back into my mouth, my pace increasing with my hand working in perfect harmony.

His body coils like a spring, ready to snap.

My hands grip his thighs, allowing me to take as much of him as I can until he hits the back of my throat.

Valentino throws his head back as I restrain myself from gagging on his dick.

I want to push him over the edge, to make him lose control.

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