Page 20 of Alessio DeLuca

“I wanna taste you again, Maty. Wanna feel you come apart on my tongue.”

I can only whimper as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, turning his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive inner skin of my thigh. He’s so close to where I’m throbbing for him, my need a wild, desperate thing.

“Alessio…” I keen, my fingers sinking into his hair. “Don’t tease. I can’t…I need…”

“Shh, I got you, little one,” he soothes, his stubble rasping deliciously against my aching flesh. “Trust me.”

And then his mouth is on me and I see stars.

He starts with a long, slow lick through my slick folds, humming in masculine appreciation as my flavor bursts across his tongue. It’s filthy and erotic and so intimate that I nearly come apart from that first touch alone. Fuck, he’s good at this.

But I know he’s just getting started. He explores me with lips and teeth and tongue, alternating feather-light flicks with broad, flat strokes that have me keening his name like a prayer. When he seals his mouth around my throbbing clit and sucks, I nearly jump off the floor, my spine bowing.

“Fuck, yes, right there, baby!” I babble mindlessly, my grip on his hair probably painful. “Don’t stop, Alessio, please don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. He works me tirelessly, his lips and tongue wreaking blissful havoc as he stokes me higher and higher. I’m vaguely aware that I’m being too loud, my cries echoing off the walls of his glass penthouse. But I can’t bring myself to worry.

All that matters is his mouth on me, in me. The expert curl of his fingers as he slides first one, then two inside my clenching pussy, crooking them perfectly to reach that spot that has me going blind.

He plays my body like a fucking artist, every touch feeding the inferno that’s raging through my veins. Tension grows tighter and tighter at the base of my spine, my thighs beginning to tremble and quake where they’re draped over his broad shoulders.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Alessio urges roughly as he feels me reaching the edge. “Let go for me. I wanna feel you.”

It’s his words as much as his touch that send me flying. I shatter with a raw scream, my body convulsing wildly as my orgasm crashes through me in wave after brutal wave. Alessio works me through it with amazing lips, tongue and fingers, wringing out every last aftershock until I collapse back against the window, boneless and spent.

Then he kisses his way back up my trembling body. When he finally reaches my mouth, I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and faintly sweet. It makes me clench with renewed hunger, my abused pussy sparking back to life.

“Alessio,” I manage to rasp, my throat raw from my cries. “Want your dick again, baby…”

He smiles against my lips, a filthy promise. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure, sweetheart.”

And then he’s lifting me effortlessly, banding one steely arm under my ass as he hitches my thighs around his hips. I can feel the thick length of him nudging at my entrance, so fucking hot.

“Hold on,” he commands, voice low and dark with need.

I barely have time to link my arms around his corded neck before he’s driving in, pushing himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke.

I cry out at the sudden invasion, my back arching as he stretches and fills me almost to the point of pain. He’s so fucking big, so thick and long, the fit of him is almost too much. Especially after how he pounded me last night.

But then he starts to move, and any discomfort is lost in a haze of building pleasure. He takes me right there against the window for all of the world to see, the glass fogging with our heat as he thrusts in and out of my wet cunt.

“Fuck, Maty,” he grits out between clenched teeth as he feels me flutter around him. “You’re so fucking tight. Fucking perfect. You were fucking made for me. Fucking made to take my cock.”

“Yes,” I whine shamelessly, my head lolling back against the window as I give myself over to the pleasure of his thrusts. “Only yours, Alessio. Always…ah!…always yours!”

My admission seems to unleash something primal in him, a claiming ferocity that has him slamming into me with renewed force. One hand slides between our straining bodies to find my swollen, aching clit, circling it with a clever thumb as he changes the angle of his hips to grind against that secret spot deep inside.

The combined stimulation is my undoing. I come with a high, breathless scream, my inner muscles tightening on him as I shake in his arms. Distantly, I feel his own release crash through him, his rhythm faltering as he pulses deep inside me with a guttural shout of my name.

For a long, suspended moment, there is nothing but the sound of our labored breathing and the frantic pounding of our hearts where my chest is fused to his. Then, slowly, he carries me over to the bed, with our bodies still joined.

He lays me down on the Egyptian cotton sheets with a tenderness that brings a sting to my eyes, his expression soft and wondering as he brushes a sweat-damp curl off my forehead.

“That was…” I begin, my voice hoarse and thready.

“Incredible,” he finishes roughly, pressing his forehead to mine. “Earth-shattering. Un-fucking-believable.”

I laugh, giddy and drunk on pleasure. “Yeah. All of that.”

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