Page 21 of My Italian Roommate

“I was just about to get dressed,” I tell him.

“Don’t. Come over here,” he commands me so I walk to him.

He grabs my bra and pulls the front clasp loose, freeing my breasts and moving his hands to my shoulders. He pushes down on them guiding me to my knees.

“Do you know how to give head, baby?”

“No,” I reply, licking my lips because every inch of him is perfect.

“Then it’s time that I teach you how, princess.”

Maybe it’s the wine or the way that my body reacted when I saw him in just his shorts but something has caused me to lose my inhibitions. I lean forward and kiss his taut stomach, enjoying the feel of his washboard abs on my lips. He takes my hands, places them on his waistband, and I tug them to the floor, exposing his fully erect penis. It bounces in front of my face and I wonder how I’m ever going to fit it in my mouth.

“Lick the tip, little one.” He holds it by the base and hisses when I run my tongue across the smooth skin.

“That’s good. Fuck, keep going,” he urges me so I run my tongue down the bottom of his shaft and then back to his glistening head. He pounds his fist against the doorframe and groans, “Put it in your mouth.”

This is it, the moment that I was worried about, but I want so badly to please him that I’ll do anything. I take the tip in my mouth and wrap my lips around it.

“Yeah, princess, just like that,” he moans and pushes his way a bit further into my mouth. He takes my head in his hand and holds me steady as he slides in and out of me, feeding me a little more with each stroke. “Relax your jaw. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

I close my eyes and try to relax, thankful that he’s taken the reins and decided to do all of the work. How could I have expected anything else from such a dominant, bossy man? He digs his fingers into my scalp and grunts as he increases the speed of his thrusts.

“I wish you could take it all, baby. Someday, you will,” he grunts and I wish that I could argue his point. I want him to be satisfied with me. I don’t want him to crave anything I can’t provide but I’m on the verge of choking now, tears pricking my eyes. I don’t think I can take anymore.

“Hold on, princess. I’m gonna come,” he pants and my panties grow moist from the thought of tasting him for the first time. It feels so perfectly naughty to desire such a thing and that may be what excites me.

The first few droplets land on my tongue, and Mario holds his cock still inside my mouth. Seconds later, he grunts and fills my mouth with his salty, white juices. He slides out of my mouth and watches as I swallow his seed.

He takes my hands and helps me to my feet, kissing my forehead and still breathing hard.

“You did good, baby. Now, let’s get you out of those damp panties so I can return the favor.” With that, he lifts me up and carries me to the bed.

Laying me down on my pillow, he removes my panties and cups my mound in his hand. I arch my back and sigh when he touches me. He runs his fingertips across my skin, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms and my toes to curl. My clit swells in anticipation of his touch but he continues to tease me until I’m ready to burst.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl. Nothing happens until you tell me.”

I bite down on my lips as he taps on my skin. I don’t care what it sounds like. I need him inside me so I call out, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy.”

I’m completely at his mercy but saying those words is still so freeing. Like I’ve been looking for it my whole life and finally found it.

“Hold on, little girl, I’m gonna ride you hard,” he says as he lifts my legs off the bed and slides into me.

11

AN UNCOMFORTABLE AFFAIR

MARIO

The sports channel confirms exactly what I was thinking. Dylan McGee scored the biggest win of his career yesterday. Our team placed second, which is pretty good considering Dante’s lack of experience. Surely anyone with a brain knows that Dylan only won because I was disqualified. You’re welcome, fuckface.

Mallory is still sleeping so I make a run to the phone store. It’s about time I replace the one I threw on the street. I’m sure Tony’s been trying to reach me.

When my new phone activates, I find that I’ve missed about a hundred calls from reporters, talk show producers, my mother, and Tony. There’s no way that I plan on ever listening to the messages but the text alert goes off and I see a message from Tony.

“I don’t know why you’re avoiding me but we have to talk now!”

Since it was sent about an hour ago, I call him to find out what fresh hell the racing commission has in store for me. The phone rings once and Tony answers.

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