Page 121 of Craving Danger

I cup one of her breasts and squeeze it hard, which earns me a moan.

“I’ll shove you onto the bed.”

Pushing my other hand down her front, I grip her between her legs and feel the heat coming from her needy pussy.

“Then what?” I growl as I rub her pussy while pinching her nipple through the shirt.

“I’ll…I…I…”

“You’ll what, baby?”

“Franco,” she gasps. “Fuck me.”

I push her up against the wall, and unzipping my pants, I free my cock before yanking the sweatpants down her legs. Grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her onto her tiptoes and slam my cock inside her pussy.

I pull her ass back against me with every thrust and fuck her senseless.

Moans and sobs spill from my woman, and within seconds her pussy grips my cock as she orgasms.

I follow right behind her, and squashing her against the wall, I enter her with a few hard thrusts before I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

A growl rumbles from my chest as I come inside her.

It takes a moment before we come down from the pleasure, and when I pull out of her, I watch as my cum trickles down the inside of her thighs.

I swipe some onto the tip of my finger, and pulling Samantha away from the wall so she’s leaning back against my chest, I bring my finger to her mouth.

Her lips part, and I groan when she sucks the cum off.

Slapping her bare ass, I say, “I want you eating breakfast with my cum between your legs. Don’t dare wipe it off.”

“Yes, sir,” she replies, her tone obedient as if we’re at the office.

Crouching behind her, I pull the sweatpants up her legs.

When I tuck my cock back into my pants and pull up the zipper, Samantha turns around to face me with a playful smile on her face.

“What perks do I get for sleeping with my boss?”

I can’t stop a grin from tugging at my lips. “Hmm, we’ll have to talk about it once we’re back at the office.”

Taking her hand, I lead her down the stairs so I can feed her.

Samantha

After I’ve had my fill of crispy bacon and french toast that Milo apparently prepared, Franco leads me to the living room.

Walking inside, I see Milo and Marcello standing outside on the veranda where they’re talking to a woman.

When we near them, the conversation stops, and they all glance at Franco and me.

The woman, who’s dressed in the same black combat uniform as the other guards, folds her hands in front of her and straightens her spine.

There’s so much respect on her face as she looks at Franco.

“Morning, “Franco says, his tone back to being stern.

“Morning,” they all reply in unison, then Marcello says, “I’ve updated Via. She’s ready.”

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