Page 30 of The Almost One

“Why don’tyouwalk back to the car, shakingyourfine ass, dropyourpants and restyourhands on the hood?”

That cheeky glint I love to see in his eyes appears at my demands and he tilts his head in amused acknowledgement before moving over to the car…putting a lot of swing in his hips as he does. I laugh, because it’s just too funny not to.

The fact that he’s allowing me to take charge this time isn’t lost on me. It’s a step forward, and one I may need to take advantage of when the mood strikes me. I am, after all, fully experienced in being the dominant in these situations.

Leaning against the car, his zipper open, his hands resting back on the hood, he looks expectantly at me, waiting for whatever I plan to do next. But now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t exactly climb him like a tree against the car, because well, I don’t want to dent it.

Fuck it, I’ll make it work. Marco is a sexy-ass mother fucker with the morning sun slipping through the trees, and despite all the shit, I’m a lucky woman.

I stride over to him with all the confidence in the world and drop to my knees, grasping Marco’s already-hard dick in my palm and gently tugging on it. He groans as I begin to lick from his balls to his tip, sucking him into my mouth like the best lollipop in the world. I begin to roll his balls in the palm of my hand, while the other grips his shaft as I continue to suck him off.

Marco moves a hand to my head, trying to control my movements, so I stop and glare up at him with a disapproving look. I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth, with a final suck because it’s too good not to, before standing in front of him.

“I didn’t tell you to touch my head, Mr. Mancini. Put your back against the tree over there.”

“As you wish.” He bares his teeth as he heads over to the tree, but I can see the frustration that having no control is giving him. He’s fighting his urges, for me, and that makes me feel powerful as all Hell. I’ll play with him a little longer before giving him what he wants, though.

I’m wet as fuck right now in anticipation, because every time with this man is fucking amazing.

He stands, waiting for me, his rock-hard cock standing to attention for my viewing pleasure as I slowly stalk toward him.

I lift the skirt of my dress up to my waist as I move, then slide my hands up and over my breasts, tweaking at my covered nipples. Marco lets loose a growl of pleasure, the sight clearly pleasing him as pre-cum leaks from his tip.

“On your knees.” I’m standing in front of him now, zero panties in sight because Marco has stolen so many pairs that I refuse to wear them anymore.

Doing as I asked, he eagerly drops to his knees and immediately begins sucking on my clit, grabbing my ass in both hands and squeezing, hard, which is sure to leave bruises. But they are bruises I will cherish.

Oh, fuck, he’s good. Going down on me is almost like his superpower and I hold onto his head to keep my knees from buckling at the onslaught from his tongue. One hand moves from my ass, sliding around to my pussy, where he pushes two fingers inside me, hooking them in that way that makes girls go fucking stupid, and the building tsunami inside me explodes into a thousand waterfalls with the sheer force of my orgasm.

I’m practically sitting on his head as he laps up my cum, and I want to hand all control back over to him at this point because I need more of him. All of him.

“Fuck, Marco.”

“As you wish, Tesoro.” His signature smirk is back on his face as he stands, quickly claiming my lips with his own, forcing me to taste myself on him. I don’t know why it’s so hot, but suddenly it’s like my orgasm never happened and my body is in need of him all over again.

His tongue explores my mouth as much as mine explores his, and we work together, building up a frenzy of sexual need as we grind against each other.

“Back against the tree.” I manage to speak in ragged breaths between nips and licks, urging him to do this last thing I ask. I need him inside me, and I need it now.

He moves, taking me with him as he backs up. As soon as he stops, I jump, giving him no warning, but he handles me like a pro, adjusting himself to line up against my pussy as I keep my hands hooked around his neck. Feeling his tip against me, I push myself onto him and groan at the satisfaction of being filled up.

“Oh, God.”

“Not God,Tesoro.Your husband,” he growls into my mouth as he grips my ass, helping my movements as I ride him hard against the tree.

My pebbled nipples rub against the fabric of my clothes as my clit grinds against the man sliding in and out of me and he circles my asshole with his finger. I’m about to explode once more from the overwhelming sensations he’s stirring within me, but I refuse. I want us to come at the same time, feel him throbbing deep inside me as we hit that climax together.

We continue to attack each other’s mouths and necks, nipping, sucking, biting, fucking each other like wild animals, and the tingle I love so much with this man begins in my toes, literally curling them as he spins us around so my back is now against the tree. He thrusts into me, again and again, and as his finger pushes into my ass hole and he grunts into my mouth, I let go.

My orgasm is sudden and overpowering, but the pulsating jolts of Marco’s cock emptying inside me reminds me that he always knows exactly what I want. And right then, I needed him to follow my lead. Who knew that the man I met months ago, to whom claiming control was the most essential thing in his life, would hand it over to me just because I asked?

I guess love really does change a man.

There is a lot less tension in the air for the rest of the journey home.Apparently, I’m referring to Marco’s as my home now…

I’ve got secrets to find out and things to learn as soon as we step inside, because I’m not letting Marco get away with his usual antics by not telling me important shit.

We pull up outside the house, and Stefano is already there, waiting by the curb to go and park the Aston wherever the fuck it gets parked—because it isn’t directly outside the house, and there is no garage. Marco usually drops me off and parks it himself, but I’m assuming, with the conversation he knows we’re about to have, he’s proving that he’s not about to run away from this.

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