Page 54 of Massimo

I can tell from the way she kisses me that she isn't experienced. But I don't give a shit about that. In fact, it fills me with a primal, greedy satisfaction to think I might be her first kiss. And I'm determined to be her first—to claim that cherished virginity myself—because I'mhermonster. And I'm determined to be her one and only.

I growl, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and she startles. I'm not ready for this to be over though, and I'm a morally gray man, so I don't ease up.

Gripping her hips, I hold her in place, swirling my tongue and she starts to move her tongue around mine. Timidly at first, then with more confidence.

Sweet fucking hell, I think Iamher first kiss.

I'll be her firsteverything.

It's a heady, potent feeling. The drunkest drunk, the highest high.

When she sinks down on me, her jean-clad pussy over my iron dick tenting my suit pants, I almost blow my load as she moans into my mouth.

"Take what you need, what you want, princess," I say against her mouth. Her hips move, making me groan and buck up into her. Her breath stutters, and her eyes fly open.

The brown of her irises is nearly gone as she stares down at me.

"Do you want to come again, my greedy little princess?"

She bites her lip before her hips move again, feeling every inch of my thick length. "I want your skin…on my mine." Her breath hitches. "Touch me. Please."

I need no further encouragement. My hands slip under her shirt and roam over her back and her silky skin as she rubs us together and chases her pleasure.

My mouth moves over her neck, nipping, biting, sucking, and kissing every inch as she tilts her head to give me more access.

"More," she pants. "More." This time is more of a whimper.

"What do you need, Nova?" I lick up her neck to her ear and suck the lobe into my mouth.

"You to touch me."

"I am touching you, princess."

She shakes her head, and I smile.

"You want me to palm your beautiful tit and suck the other equally beautiful tit into my mouth? You want me to sink a finger into that soaked pussy," her breathing snags, and she gasps at my words, "finger-fuckingyou until you come all over my hand?"

"Oh god." She rubs against me faster. "It all. Want it all. Please."

I push her T-shirt up. The hair tie that she used to knot it pops off, and I slide the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Clarity and reason must rush in, making Nova stiffen as she looks around.

"Jerome shut the outer door so we could have privacy," I reassure her. "The window glass has a coating so no one can see inside."

I'll fucking gouge out the eyes of any man who ever sees her naked.

"You have cameras in the house," she guesses correctly.

"Other than me, Gabe is the only one with access, and he only watches them if I give him permission."

The heat and insanity of our lust have dimmed with the clarity and reason pushing in. I wait for her to decide if we stop or continue.

Her small, perfect breasts swell over the cups of her bra, bobbing up and down as she catches her breath and stares at me. Her porcelain skin is flushed.

"I've never done this. Anything," she admits, looking so innocent and vulnerable.

My suspicions are confirmed, but rather than jump for fucking joy that I'll be the first one ever to touch her, I keep still.

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