Page 42 of Undercover Desires

She tastes phenomenal.

My scruffy jaw is definitely going to leave beard burns after I am done eating her out, but right now, I simply don’t care.

I bury my nose, sucking and licking and groaning.

She thrashes against my tongue, incoherent and begging.

Her knees begin to shake within minutes. She is so close. If I dragged it out longer, I know I can get her to gush all over again. But then I remember that we are in public and she would have to find something to wear just to get home.

So, I choose to grant her mercy, holding her steady as my tongue dips into her. She shudders violently as her orgasm wrecks her.

She is crying out and from the mirror I watch.

She is shaking, whimpering and somehow also moaning my name. “Alessandro, please.”

When the last of the tremors pass through her, I lift off the floor to stare at her through the mirror.

“Così dannatamente perfetta.”

I document my own features through the mirror. My face is flushed, my jaw and lips wet from all her juices. She on the other hand looks like a thoroughly fucked goddess. I could have a painting of her like this, satiated and blissful.

My hand is in her hair now as I turn her around and kiss her. My heart drops to my toes.

She tastes like negroni and something else minty. So fucking her.

Her panties are still askew, her breasts still out.

Unable to stop myself, I rock my erection into her once as I continue to lick into her mouth.

Her hand slides down to cup me through my pants. “You are hard.”

I laugh gently, “I was just between your legs,tesoro.It was bound to happen.”

She bites down on her lip, “Can I see?”

“I have a meeting, Rachel.”

She squeezes me again, “Even if I use my manners, sir?”

I grin through my groan, “Fine.”

She smirks at me, but instead of unzipping my pants I whirl her around to face the mirror.

“Alessandro, what are you doing?”

I flash her my devilish grin. “You wanted to see it, now you get to see it. I am about to come.”

She is still confused until I start unzipping my pants. “Eyes on melittle damsel.Look at me through the mirror. You can see me come, but I did not say anything about seeing my cock.”

Her lip protrudes like she does when she is ready to protest when I line my hard length against her ass.

My hands clasp her waist as I control her motions, rubbing my cock against her. I am going to use her to get off.

She wants to protest, but every time my cock slips between her thighs, she sighs so loudly that she forgets. My precum smears on the back of her thighs and her round tight ass. I rock into her, watching as her own breath becomes shallow and her gray eyes become stormy.

My hold on her tightens as I continue to rub against her. This is so fucking filthy and dirty and amazing.

She cups her own breasts and begins to play with her nipples as I continue to use her as a rag doll. My breathing becomes heavy as I use one hand to hold my cock and slide it against her clit. She shudders at the contact.

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