Page 24 of Alessio

Slowly, I breath in, inhaling Alessio’s manly scent. It always drives me crazy. It’s a mix of his natural aroma and cologne or aftershave, but he smells so good. Turning my face into the chair, I press my nose closer to take a bigger sniff. “Smells just like him.”

“Like who, amore?” he growls.

“Ah,” I screech, trying to climb out of the chair to only find myself in Alessio’s arms while he sits in his chair. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He holds me tightly against his chest, stopping me from falling or moving at all, really. “Relax, amore. You looked so beautiful while you were sleeping I didn’t want to wake you. And you always smell like roses.” I blush, trying not to read too much into that. He said that this morning too.

“What time is it?” I ask, looking toward the window where the sun seems to have shifted in the sky.

“It’s nearly two.”

“Oh my.” I try to get off him again, but he pulls me back. That’s when I feel something hard on my ass. Shit. That’s his gun, and it’s massive.

“Be careful, amore. You don’t want that to go off,” he growls against my ear. I’m about to be afraid when the weapon jerks against my ass. It’s not a gun, but something else loaded. His teeth nip on my earlobe. “Then again, maybe you do.” He holds my hips and rolls them over his lap so my ass grinds on his length. My body responds effortlessly and naturally to his possession.

I can’t hide the arousal that falls from my lips. “Alessio.”

“Good girl. I want to hear you say my name all the time, amore. You need to say it while you ride me,” he says, biting down on my earlobe. “But first I need to punish you for falling asleep on the job.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, but you did. You told me you weren’t lazy. Then I come to find you curled up in my chair with your perky tits nearly spilling out from your top. You’re lucky I didn’t send one of the other men to check on you.”

“Would they have hurt me?”

“No, but I would have gouged their eyes out and made your punishment a lot worse, amore.” He lifts me off him and stands me between his legs. “Lean over my desk.” Alessio’s voice has deepened, losing all softness. I do what he says as the juices flood over my lower lips, need driving me wild while I silently send up a prayer that he plans to make me come.

I bend over the desk, feeling the air on the back of my thighs. His hands slide from the back of my calves slowly upward, teasing until they reach the hem of my skirt, flipping it over and showing him my soaked panties and round ass. “Fucking drenched even from this angle. You even got my pants all wet, bad girl. You’re supposed to be cleaning, not making a mess. What am I going to do about that?”

“I don’t handle the laundry,” I sass. His hand quickly comes down on my bottom. I cry out and whimper, feeling the sting that goes straight to my pussy.

He leans over and grips my throat, lifting me closer to growl against the shell of my ear. “You’re in a bad position to give me that smart mouth of yours, June.”

“You like my mouth.”

“Smart woman. Give me a kiss.” Normally, I’d give him attitude, sass him to death, but I need his mouth on mine, hungry for those stern lips touching, claiming my kiss. Tilting my head, we move in and our mouths meet, tentatively caressing at first. However, a moment passes before I move my body and turn to straddle him face to face and kiss him deeper. He lifts my ass onto the desk, spreading my legs wide so that his body can fit between them and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss grows hungry, needy; my hands dig into his hair, scraping at his short strands and dragging him closer. His hands move along my back, lifting my ass so my pussy grinds against that impressive cock held back by all those layers. Our tongues clash as we kiss intensely, desire rushing through us.

When neither of us can breathe, we pull slightly back to catch some air. He presses his forehead against mine. “You’re avoiding your punishment.”

“I thought this was my punishment,” I tease, smiling up at him. He bends down and nips at my bottom lip.

“That smart mouth needs to be punished. Knees, now.” He cups my throat, kissing me hard once more before helping me off the desk and onto my knees. Although I make like I protest, I can’t hide the excitement. I’m sure his area rug under his desk will prove it later. He undoes his leather belt, and I watch in fascination as he frees himself. Slowly Alessio’s large cock comes out of his pants, and I’m floored by the size. I thought it felt big pressed against me, but now, in my face, it’s massive. The tip is darkened and the length is long and engorged, waiting for me to indulge.

“Go on and open that mouth that you love to give me all damn day. Suck on my fat cock.”

“Make me.” I smile up at him, wanting him to show me who he is. I see the flare of desire in his eyes.

“Fine, little girl. You’re asking for it.” He grabs the back of my hair, gripping my ponytail forcefully, tugging my head back. I yelp and part my lips, causing a grin to spread over his face. “Good. Maybe you’ll do as I say.” He slides the tip of his thick rod over my lips, and I moan.

The experience is new, but I’ve read so many books and I’ve imagined Alessio doing this to me so many times. He continues to push his way into my mouth, inching until I can’t take any more of his length and begin to gag. Pulling out slightly, he slides back in.

“Don’t close your mouth. I want your jaw tired, baby girl. Then you’ll be too tired to talk shit to me.” I slide my tongue around the bottom of his length, giving no fucks that I’m drooling because I know he’s enjoying this punishment. He pushes it in and out a few times.

“Enough. Fuck, June. Suck it, baby girl. Wrap those lips around me.” His plea is loudly heard and I obey, sucking hard, sending tension down to my pussy that’s throbbing with need. I love the soft and yet hard feel of his girth in my mouth as I work his cock in my mouth, taking him deeper, learning not to gag as often.

I pull off several times, moaning around it as I lick the base and then return to sucking on his huge cock.

“I’m going to come.” He pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up off the floor and back on the desk with my thighs wide open. Tearing off my panties, he tests my entrance with his fingers, and I’m soaked with need.

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