Page 143 of My Italian Love Affair

But she’s curious. Enthusiastic.

And that alone has me gripping onto the last shreds of my self-control.

She licks a slow stripe up my cock, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, and I groan low in my throat, my thighs tensing beneath her touch.

"Fuckingtease," I grumble, my voice thick with frustration.

Daphne just hums in amusement before sucking the head of my cock into her mouth, andfuck, my hipsbuckat the sensation, completely unrestrained.

Her green eyes flick up to mine, wide, anddio santo, I have to physically stop myself from losing it right then and there.

Shelooksso fucking good like this - on her knees for me, her mouth stretched around my cock, her cheeks hollowed as she takes as much of me as she can.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

Her fingers tighten around the base of my cock, her hand twisting, her mouth working in tandem with it, and I swear I feel my legs go weak beneath me.

"Cazzo," I groan, barely managing to suck in a breath as her tongue moves against me. "Look at you."

She moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my spine, and IswearI feel my cock twitch in her mouth.

I release one of my hands from her hair in order to reach down, brushing a few loose strands away from her flushed face, and for a second, Ialmostlet her keep going. I almost let her finish what she started, let myself come down the back of her throat just to see what she’d do with it.

But I don’t.

Because as good as this is, as fuckingperfectas she looks right now, I wantmore.

I needmore.

At the very last second, I grit my teeth and tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her off me with a wetpop.

She gasps slightly, blinking up at me, her lips slick and swollen, her breathing uneven.

I smirk down at her, shaking my head.

"Get up here."

My voice is rough, raw, leaving no room for argument.

She rises slowly, but I don’t let her get too far. The second she’s level with me, I yank her against my body, my mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that’s all teeth and heat.

"Still hate me?" I murmur against her lips, my voice teasing, but there's a challenge there too.

She exhales a shaky breath, but instead of answering, she drags her nails down my stomach, pushing my hoodie up as she goes.

I chuckle, low and rough, the sound vibrating between us.

"Attenta, bella," I taunt as my hoodie drops to the floor behind us.Be careful."You're starting to look like you actually want me."

Her breath stutters slightly, but she squares her shoulders, tilting her chin up defiantly.

"You wish."

Dio, she’s fuckingperfect.

"I don’t have to wish.”

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