Page 10 of The Prizes We Win
If I didn’t know this woman was going to change my life when she walked into my office for that interview like something out of a rom-com movie, I sure fucking do now.
As her toned, tanned body lies on my bed with her black hair spread out across the duvet, the tightness in my chest only grows. I first felt it when this cluster-fuck of a day started with finding out she and Sebastian had been taken from me. Fromus. The feeling grew in strength, compounding with a fury like I had never felt before. And when we got them back, it loosened ever so slightly, yet when I think about what could have happened to them, it almost hurts to breathe. As if losing them would steal the very breath from my body. But now… now when I look down at her looking up at me with that look on her face, I can feel it all over again.
Except for the ache, that tightness… It’s different now.
Rather than the pain I felt at the thought of losing her, the ache feels like she’s filling a piece of me I didn’t know I was missing. Like whatever I am feeling for Josephine has the chance to make mewhole.
“Typically when someone answers me with ‘Yes, ma’am,’ they do what I tell them,” she says as her grin grows impossibly wide.
And then there’s that fucking mouth.I love it.
“Hmmm”—I quickly drop to my knees—“I’m not entirely sure I like the thought of that.”
I let my hands skate up her thighs until they find their resting place right where her hips are bent. And even though my eyes are locked onto her perfect pussy, I can practically feel the eye roll I know she just gave me.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t ask your permission then,” she answers. Her tone full of the sass that always seems to have a visceral reaction on me.
And because I’m quite sure the two of us could go at one another like this all day, I decide not to respond, and instead, I do what I came down here to do.
Besides the other night with Josephine and Sebastian together, I haven’t been with a woman in years, despite what most people would think of the attractive CEO billionaire. Not that any of that matters though, because I already know that even if I had been, none of them would hold a goddamn candle to the woman before me.
Leaning forward, I slowly and gently run the tip of my tongue through her folds, letting the delicious taste of her coat my taste buds, and stop once I reach her clit. Closing my lips over the sensitive bundle of nerves, I suck it into my mouth.
Josephine lets out a wanton moan, and the noise sends a shot of arousal straight to my already throbbing cock.
She pushes her hips against my face slightly. Tightening my hold on her waist, I quickly raise my head. “You want to fuck my face, Vita Mia?”
She threads one hand through the top of my hair and tightens her grip. “Hell yes I do.”
“Then do it.”
“Yes, sir,” she answers with a devious wink, and then she’s pushing my head back between her legs.
I flatten my tongue against her pussy as she moves her hips up and down at the tempo she needs. With each pass, her moans grow more desperate, and her breaths pick up their pace. I can feel the precum leaking from my cock as her wetness coats my face.
“More, Luca. I need more.”
Releasing my hold on her with one hand, I reach up and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers. Her back bows, and she continues to ride my face, but I can hear the frustration in the whimper that escapes her lips.
“More.” It’s a plea. A beg for release that’s so close she can taste it.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t get to taste it too.
In one quick move, I tightly grab her wrist, forcing her hand to let go of its hold on my hair, and roll her over, lifting her hips in the air so she’s kneeling in front of me, chest pressed against the bed. I watch as she tightly grips the duvet on either side of her head. Reaching up, I grab one of her hands and bring it between her thighs. “Touch yourself for me, Vita Mia.”
She doesn’t hesitate for even a second. She’s not shy or bashful when it comes to her sexuality or making herself feel good, and I fucking love it.
It’s one of the things I love most about Sebastian, too. They’re both so open. So free. They take what they need for themselves and make no apologies for it.
Josephine begins circling her clit with her fingers, and I hear her gasp for breath. I take the globes of her ass in each of my hands and spread her before me. Slowly, I let a bead of spit spill from my lips and watch as it lands on the top of her ass and over her tight hole. It only takes me a split second to position myself between her legs before I’m shoving my tongue in her pussy as far as it will go. With my face shoved between her legs, I fuck her with my tongue with everything I have, feeling the brush of her fingers against my chin as she rubs at her clit.
I grab her ass harder, spreading her cheeks as wide as they will go, letting myself get as deep inside her as possible. Her moans fill the room before she calls out in one last desperate prayer, “More, Luca.”
I shift my grip on one side of her ass and rub the pad of my thumb over her back hole, lubricating it with my spit, all while having my tongue buried inside of her. I barely have to press against it with the pad of my thumb before her hips start involuntarily moving against me once again.
She’s right there.
I press the pad of my thumb down harder until it breaches the tight ring of muscle. All it takes is two shallow thrusts of my tongue before her release coats my tongue, and she’s shaking before me. An orgasm so intense that she buries her face into my mattress to muffle her screams of pleasure, careful not to wake the boys sleeping downstairs.
