Page 15 of Blood Ties

My self-restraint was dwindling and my lust was already on a tight leash, but at her words, I let it run wild. Pure need roared through my veins as I roughly removed her clothes. As each inch of her ivory skin was revealed, I kissed, nipped, and licked every luscious curve along the way. A little voice in my head tried to warn me, but I ignored it.

Bad idea. Such a bad, bad idea.

On my hands, I could practically see the metaphoric blood that was there. The contrast of my darkness against the purity of her pale skin was almost obscene. I had no business touching her, but yet I did it anyway.

By the time I tugged her pants down her legs, I was on my knees. She pushed my shirt over my shoulders and I shrugged it off, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.

As my palms smoothed up the outside of her thighs, I trailed my tongue up the insides until I reached her apex. Frustrated that her pants still held her legs together, I removed her shoes and peeled off her leggings. Once I lifted one leg and placed it over my shoulder, it beautifully displayed her and allowed me to dip into her heated core.

She reached out to grab my shoulders for balance.

After one single swipe through her pussy, I paused long enough to moan, “Jesus, that’s good.” Then I was swiping my greedy tongue through her soaked cleft and plunging into her tight sheath, the way I wanted to do with my aching cock.

This was reckless and crazy, but hell if I could stop. One taste and I was a junkie for her exquisite and unique essence.

She had her hands tangled in my hair as she scraped her short nails along my scalp. I practically purred at the feeling.

“God, Alessio, that feels… amazing,” she breathlessly admitted as she shamelessly ground her clit against the pressure of my ever-moving tongue. She chanted “so good” over and over until a soft cry fell from her lips and she flooded my face with her release. It ran down my chin as I sucked every drop I could from her soaking, throbbing cunt.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” I ground out before I bit her pussy lip playfully.

She tugged at my hair and I stood up, wiping my mouth on my upper arm as I did. Our gazes held as I unbuckled my pants and deftly unfastened them. They dropped to the ground, and I kicked them away before I shoved my boxer briefs down to free my cock. Slowly, I stroked my length, twisting my wrist each time I reached the head.

“Are you sure?” I asked, as if some minuscule, sane part of me knew this was insanity.

Her pink tongue swept over her full bottom lip. “Yes. Please.”

“What do you want?” I asked her.

“I know I must be out of my goddamn mind, but I want you inside me. Ineedyou inside me.”

At that, my dick jumped and pulsed in my grip. Not waiting a second for her to change her mind, I released it long enough to grab her ass and lifted her up. She hooked her legs around my hips, and I used the floor to ceiling windows and one hand to balance her while I lined myself up with her slick flesh. She was still so wet that I slid right in. A few strokes and I was buried balls deep. She was so hot and tight around me, I lost myself a little.

Breathing became a task.

Conscious thought, what was that? A distant memory of something, obviously.

With her hips in my hands and her legs around my waist, I drove hard up into her. She moved up the glass and her nails scored the flesh of my shoulder. Teeth bared, I hissed in a sharp breath. Several more times brought me closer to the promise of ecstasy.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” Her cry filled my condo as I filled her over and over until we were nothing more than an animalistic combination of sweaty limbs and desperate need. Each thrust slammed my pelvis to her swollen clit, and I ground against her every time.

Her body stiffened as if it knew to brace itself for what was barreling down on us.

Then, her hot cunt tightened around me, squeezing harder until it contracted and throbbed around me.

I gritted my teeth as I fought to keep myself in check. Once I was sure I had control, I pulled out and she whimpered. “Turn around. Hands on the glass,” I demanded, and she immediately complied. “Good girl,” I whispered.

This end of the condo offered the same stunning view of Millennium Park that Vittorio and Gabriel’s condos shared. It was unlikely anyone could see us, but the thrill that someone might had my cock aching to be back inside her.

The sight of her curvy hips made my fingers flex. Reaching out and grabbing her in a bruising grip, I pulled them toward me until her ass jutted out and her glistening pink pussy called to me. The Chicago view framing her ivory body was breathtaking. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

She glanced over her shoulder, and I was a goner. Nothing that had happened earlier in the day mattered as I lined up and drove deep inside her. It was pure heaven.

“Alessio!” she gasped. The sound of my name on her lips was a potent and deadly thing because I became another person. Driven by sheer lust, I pulled out and fucked her hard. The view outside disappeared as the only one that mattered was her wet pussy squeezing my cock like no one before her ever had.

The slap of damp skin each time I slammed into her only spurred me on. The way her porcelain white ass jiggled with each thrust made me want to mark it up. I gave her a swift smack on one perfect globe and she cried out as she clamped down on me so tight I almost passed out.

“God, do that again,” she urged.

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