Page 111 of Pietro
I don't hesitate, climbing between the seats, my skirt riding up to expose the lace thong I wore just for him. I hear his sharp intake of breath, then he's following me, his large frame filling the space.
The moment he's seated, he pulls me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. His hands grip my ass, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel how hard he is through his expensive suit.
"Do you know what you did to me back there?" His mouth is at my throat, teeth scraping against my pulse point. "Sitting there looking like an innocent angel while I knew exactly what filthy thoughts you had?"
"How did you?—"
"I always know." His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt to my waist. "I saw how you were looking at me. I've been hard for two fucking hours thinking about this."
His fingers hook into the sides of my thong, and I lift up just enough for him to pull it down. The lace catches on my heels, but neither of us cares. His fingers find me immediately, sliding through my wetness, and we both groan.
"So fucking wet," he mutters, sliding two fingers inside me without warning. I cry out, my head falling back, and he takes advantage, sucking marks into my throat. "You're dripping for me, aren't you? Been thinking about my cock all day?"
"Yes," I gasp, rolling my hips against his hand.
He helps me with his zipper, lifting his hips just enough to free himself.
''Open the glove box and grab a condom.'' He says and I try hard laying back grabbing it. Once I find and give one to him, he rolls it on and his eyes land on me.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, twice, and his head falls back against the leather seat.
"Fuck, Nora." His hands grip my hips bruisingly tight. "You're going to kill me."
I position myself over him, the head of his cock just barely pressing against my entrance. "Maybe that's the plan," I tease, sinking down just an inch before lifting back up.
His control snaps. He pulls me down hard, filling me completely in one thrust, and we both cry out. The stretch is perfect, almost too much, exactly what I needed.
"You want to tease me?" he growls, his hands controlling my movements, lifting and dropping me onto him at a punishing pace. "I'll show you what happens when you tease me."
The car rocks with our movements. The windows are already starting to fog, creating our own private world. His cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, and I'm already climbing toward release embarrassingly fast.
"That's it," he encourages, one hand sliding between us to work my clit. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," I sob, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Oh God, Pietro?—"
"Not God," he corrects, thrusting up hard. "Just me. The only name you need to remember."
He pulls down the front of my dress roughly, exposing my breasts. The bra doesn't last long. He tears it in half, then his mouth is on my breast and I forget everything.
"Perfect," he mutters against my skin, switching to the other breast. "Perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect everything. Mine."
"Yours," I agree, too far gone to argue. My hips are moving frantically now, chasing my release. "All yours, only yours?—"
"That's right." His teeth close around my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out. "This pussy belongs to me. No one else gets to see you like this, feel you like this."
I love how desperate he is for me, how he loses all his careful control when we're like this.
"I'm close," I warn, my movements becoming erratic.
"Wait," he commands, and I whimper. "You come when I tell you to come."
"Pietro, I can't?—"
"You can and you will." His hand leaves my clit, making me sob in frustration. "You're going to be a good girl and wait for permission."
The 'good girl' makes me clench around him involuntarily, and he notices.
"Oh, you like that?" His voice drops to that dangerous purr that makes me melt. "You like being my good girl?"
