Page 47 of Filthy Desire

Gio resumed his frantic rhythm, pounding her pussy, his thrusts erratic and frantic, as his balls tightened. He was almost there.

“Touch your clit, Kara.”

Kara moaned and her body undulated beneath him. “I’m almost there.”

With one finger in her ass and one hand in her hair, he pumped harder, and her moans grew louder.

Then he felt her pussy spasm and she trembled. “Yes! Gio!”

Kara’s climax sparked his own, his balls drawing up tight. His dick twitched in the heat of her pussy and suddenly there was nothing but hot, carnal pleasure. Jet after jet of cum unleashed as he filled her up. It dripped out of her hole and down his balls, down her thighs. The sight was filthy and so fucking good, Gio shuddered again, another jet of cum releasing.

He withdrew his thumb from her ass and wiped his hand on the blanket underneath. His hips gradually slowed and then his spent cock slipped out of her.

Without pausing, he bent down and licked her pussy, tasting himself, tasting her. Kara’s thighs quivered as she moaned out his name.

Nothing had ever tasted sweeter.

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KARA

THE NEXT EVENING…

Kara’s nerves were flying high and with good reason.

Yesterday had been a whirlwind. And today she was getting ready to meet Mario Ferraro, Gio’s grandfather. The original don.

Her life was getting more interesting with every passing day. Ever since that fateful one where she and Gio’s lives had collided.

Should she thank Sara for her massive fuck up?

Yes and no.

The incident had landed Kara in Gio’s orbit but that was it. Kara was here, living with the filthy don of New York, because Kara made it happen. She’d taken a negative and turned it around and now look at her.

And Gio had shown her exactly how well their partnership was going to work as he pounded her into oblivion last night. After the first round, they’d slipped into the kitchen and sipped on champagne and then had sex again. That room was quickly becoming her favorite place in the penthouse.

She’d fallen asleep in his bed and woken up to him eating her out. Gio was a thorough man and sex was no exception. He spent a half hour teasing her, licking and tongue fucking her until she orgasmed. Twice.

Her initial impression of Gio had her believing he was a selfish lover.

He was anything but.

And Kara never imagined that she’d be with a man that she respected as much as she did Gio. He wasn’t a typical guy but then, who cared about typical? Her life wasn’t typical.

Speaking of which, now they were being driven to Mario Ferraro’s home for dinner.

Meeting the parents – or grandparents – for the first time.

Mind fucking blown.

She’d never done anything like this and felt strangely unsettled. Gio had told his grandfather about her business, so there was no need to lie or hide who she was. But would Mario be welcoming or was he going to give her hell for seducing his grandson? Only one way to find out…

She hoped she didn’t look too fucked out. Picking up her purse, she pulled out a compact and glanced at her face.

She’d chosen a black turtleneck dress to cover the love bites on her neck. She’d also left her hair down and wore minimal make up.

Her lips were still swollen, her cheeks naturally flushed.

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