Page 30 of King of Greed

So wet. So perfect. Somine.

Alessandra let out a small whimper when I closed my mouth around her nipple, licking and sucking until she pulled my hair hard enough to hurt.

“Please,” she panted, bucked against my hand in a fruitless search for more friction. “More. I need more.”

“More what?” I grazed my teeth over her nipples and soothed them with soft, leisurely licks. One hand forced her writhing hips still while the other played with her clit, lingering on the spots that drove her wild. “Tell me what you want,amor.”

“I want…oh God.” Her hands fisted the sheets as I continued my journey down her torso. My mouth trailed between her breasts, down her stomach and over the smooth rise of her pubic bone. Her skin was hot to the touch, and tiny trembles wracked her body the closer I got to her clit.

I paused at the juncture of her thighs and looked up, soaking in the sight of her flushed face and glazed eyes.

“I asked you a question,” I said calmly. I pushed a finger inside her, eliciting another cry. “Tell me what you want, or I’ll keep you here all night.”

“I want you inside me,” Alessandra panted. She squirmed, clenching around me with obvious need.

“I am inside you.” I added a second finger, withdrew, then pumped inside her again with agonizing slowness. My body practically vibrated with the need to thrust inside her and taste her cries as she came, but I wanted to draw this out as long as possible and savor every second. “Be more specific.”

“Fuck me.” Her plea escaped as a gasp. “I want your cock inside me. Please.”

Her words nearly undid me. I groaned, sweat beading my forehead as I pulled my fingers out and buried my face between her legs.

“Not yet.” I circled her clit with my tongue, letting the taste and scent of her distract me from the ache in my cock. “I want you to come on my face first. Show me how much you want it.”

Alessandra’s pleas morphed into unintelligible sobs as I feasted on every inch of her. I loved the way she arched into me, greedy and searching. I loved how she panted my name and pulled on my hair. I lovedher,and I’d missed having her in my arms so damn bad that I would give up every possession just to freeze this moment in time.

I gripped her thighs and rested her legs on my shoulders so I could thrust my tongue inside her. I locked her ruthlessly in place as I tongue fucked her, letting her sobs of pleasure drive me faster and harder until she finally came with a shuddering climax.

Her arousal drenched my senses, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

A quick shift in positions and I was inside her, sinking in slowly for both our sakes. Her because she was hypersensitized from her recent orgasm, me because she felt so good I had to grit my teeth and silently run through the Yankees roster before I embarrassed myself.

I exhaled deep, ragged breaths each time I pulled out and pushed in, making sure to hit her most sensitive spots instead ofpushing her into the mattress and fucking her brains out like my baser instincts screamed at me to do.

My wife was home, and I’d be damned if I wasted the night on a one and done deal.

Alessandra clung to me as I drove into her, harder and faster, until she was gasping for air. My hands fisted on the mattress; my breaths grew choppier. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, and even though I should’ve known better, I made the mistake of looking down at where we were joined.

It was the end of me because seeing my cock slide in and out of her—seeing how perfectly we fit and how fucking well she took me—was so fucking hot and primal that my orgasm peaked without warning. It climbed up my spine, snapping my restraints and driving me to fuck her deeper with long, savage strokes until she fell apart with another scream.

It’d barely faded before my own climax exploded. It flayed me raw, contracting my muscles and heightening my senses to the point where I might die from the stimulation. Alessandra’s nails clawed at my back, prolonging our waves of pleasure, and as we rode them out together, I had the dim thought that if I did die, I would do so happily because I was exactly where I belonged: with her.

CHAPTER 14

Dominic

IT SMELLED LIKE LILIES AND RAIN MIXED WITH GOLDENwarmth. It smelled likeher, and it was so damn intoxicating I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes even though the strength of the sun on my skin told me it was late morning.

I was usually in the office by six, but I didn’t want to wake up and find out last night had been a dream. There’d been too many of those, and too many subsequent showers where I’d washed off my disappointment over Alessandra’s absence in real life.

Snippets from the previous evening floated past my mind’s eye. Seeing her at the restaurant, bringing her home, our kiss and what came after…

A niggling feeling told me I was forgetting an important piece of the puzzle, but I’d deal with that later. She was home where she belonged, and I—

The soft rustle of clothes dragged me out of my slumberous bliss.

I cracked my eyes open, my stomach hollowing when I saw the bed beside me was empty. Another rustle wrenched my attention to the corner where Alessandra was pulling her dress overher head. The sunlight bathed her in an ethereal glow—hair shot through with gold, skin a deep bronze against red silk. She had her back to me, but she was etched so thoroughly in my brain I could picture every flicker in her expression. Feel every curve, map every dip and valley I’d spent hours worshiping last night.

Her dress spilled over her thighs, and she zipped up the back with agonizing care. She didn’t want to wake me, which meant…

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