Page 59 of Beautiful Devil

“Gia, if you don't want to go any further, then you need to tell me now. This is your last out. I won't be able to stop after this.”

“I want to play,” she answers breathlessly.

I push her down onto the bed and hover above her. My lips leave a trail of kisses from just below her ear to the base of her neck. Her breathing increases as I rub myself against her, showing her just how fucking hard she makes me.

I rise ever so slightly and unbutton her shirt, revealing her gorgeous breasts under a white lace bra. My head dips as I kiss her clavicle all the way down to the middle of her breastbone. I take her hardened left nipple between my finger and thumb, twisting, nearly losing myself as I use my free hand to pull down the cup of her bra, swirling my tongue around her nipple.

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GIA

“Oh, God,yes.” The words involuntarily leave my lips.

This isnotwhat I had in mind when I asked Fabi to dinner. I didn’t expect to land myself in this position at all, butshit,it feels good. It's been a hell of a long time since any man had his hands on me like this. He stops swirling his tongue around and gives me a little bite.

“Ouch,” I say.

“Then get out of your head and come back to me.”

No sooner have those words left his mouth than he kisses me with so much hunger taking me out of my head and back to this moment. Especially when I feel his rock-hard cock grind against me. How I haven’t come from that motion alone baffles me.

He rips himself away and lowers to the opposite nipple while taking my deserted one in his hand and pinching hard. I moan loudly until my back arches a little off the bed. He’s working at my jeans now, opening the button and pulling down the zipper. His eyes light up when he looks down to see the white lace thong that matches my bra. Continuing his assault, he uses his tongue on my breast while the other hand moves to my deserted nipple.

“Porca puttana, Signora Moretti. Sai cosa mi fai?”

“What?” I say, almost on a moan, desperate for him to continue.

He lowers himself and goes back to his torturous assault on my nipples. Taking one hand, he places it under the band of my thong and delicately slips one of his large fingers into my core. A loud moan sounds from his chest when he feels how wet I am, how wethehas gotten me.

He works his fingers in and out, spreading my wetness up and over my clit. He nips and sucks at me while he inserts another finger, and this time, he picks up the pace.

Oh, God.

I won’t last much longer if he keeps this up. My back starts to arch off the bed as I take another finger and writhe like a woman possessed underneath him. I can feel my orgasm just about to hit when he withdraws his fingers and rises off the bed. I can't help the feeling of disappointment at the sudden loss. His eyes meet mine as he slowly brings his fingers covered in my wetness to his mouth, opens wide, and sucks them dry.

This is doingnothingfor the loss of my impending orgasm. The look on my face must give me away as he begins to chuckle.

“Ah, ah, ah,gattina. We’re playing my game. My rules. You come how and whenIdecide.”

He's enjoying every second of this, orchestrating my desperation like this. I slowly start to run my hand over my breast, making sure to tweak and pull my nipple before descending over my stomach, slowly inching my way towards my aching pussy. Fabi grabs my hand with a roughness I haven’t felt before. I can’t decide if it's anger or desire that's more evident in his eyes, or maybe a delicious mixture of both.

“Mine,” he grits.

“Better claim your winnings then, Moretti.”

He settles his legs on either side of me and sits back on his heels lifting my hand away to slowly re-insert the same two fingers he had in me before, picking up right where he left off.

His pace is fast. The sound of my wetness and our ragged breaths echoes around the room. He spreads more of my arousal over my clit and lowers his head to blow a cool breath over my sensitive spot, sending me over the edge as my orgasm rips through me.

Never in my life have I felt such an intense orgasm, which is the only thing I can think of that would prompt the next words to leave my mouth.

“Fuck me, Fabi.Please, fuck me.”

He stops to look at me, waiting for a sign that he heard the words correctly.

I don't care that he kidnapped me.

I don't care that he forced me to marry him.

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