Page 106 of Pretty Plaything
His fingers trail up and down my lifted legs, and then he shoves his cock inside my throbbing core.
I yelp in surprise as he fills me, but it feels so damn good as he starts pumping in and out of me. He rips my blindfold off my eyes and gets the earphones off my ears, and I meet his gaze.
He grins at me as he slams himself inside me again.
“I want you to say my name when you come,” he says, thrusting hard against me.
The wave of pleasure inside me is so strong that I can barely think.
“Alessandro!” I shout out his name as my orgasm ripples through me.
He pulsates inside me as he lets out a cry, his release following mine.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and my eyes go wide.
“Oh, shit!” I say. “We’re going to be late!”
“No, we won’t.”
“Are you sure? It’s my first actual show. When you encouraged me to take those classes, I thought nothing would come out of it. I didn’t think that one day there’d be models walking in the dresses that I designed on the catwalk.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll help you get cleaned up and dressed.”
“But my family is going to be there!”
He smacks my still tender ass, and I groan. “You’ll do fine. Trust me.”
As he unties the rope, I sit up, the excitement in my stomach growing. I take a deep breath.
“I can do this,” I say.
“Yes, you can.” He places his hand on my cheek. “Because you’re amazing. You know that, right?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
He shakes his head at me. “It’s what you always wanted. Go out there and take it.”
“You do know that I love you?” I brush my lips against his. “I wouldn’t dare to do a whole lot of things if it weren’t for you.”
“Actually, you probably would,” he says. “You’d still be you. That’s why I love you.”
“Aww. We’re being so gross right now, and I’m so going to be late.”
“No, you won’t. Come on.” He catches my hands and pulls me up to my feet.
“Are you going to be there with me?” I ask.
“Every step of the way.” His fingers intertwine with mine.
“Don’t you have that thing you have to deal with first?”
“I do, but it’ll be over quickly.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “If you get blood on my dress, I’m going to murder you.” I flash him a smile.
“I guess I shouldn’t have taught you how to shoot.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Okay, now I seriously need to start getting ready.”
