Page 54 of Giovanni the Savage

No guilt, no shame, just desire.

I pull his shirt off and run my fingers down the ridges of his perfect torso. I take the bait and place a kiss on his chest, and he exhales while pushing my pants away before slipping two thick fingers inside me at once.

“Fuck!” I moan when he starts plunging in and out.

His pace is calculated, carefully brushing the walls of my pussy and moving through my juices. His thumb is rubbing me while he’s at it.

“God, this feels so good.”

I throw my head back and hold his hand in place before he pulls my head back and rejoins our lips fiercely, creating a crescendo of sexual hunger.

He curls his fingers inside me, and suddenly, the need for more than just his fingers washes through me. He seems to sense this because he retracts his fingers and pulls down my panties, leaving me bare and wet.

“Condoms,” he whispers and turns to leave, but I pull him back and remove his joggers.

“I’m on the pill,” I assure him, taking in his length. His dick is huge, with veins popping out and a bit of precum on the tip.

He jerks when I touch it, removes my hand, and pins it beside me.

Our eyes meet, and in a swift movement, he drives his cock inside my pussy.

“Fuck!” I yell aloud from a mixture of pain and pleasure. The pleasure overrides the slight sting from his size.

“You good?” He pauses, kissing my neck.

I nod, and he pulls out slightly before plunging back in, causing a string of curse words to roll from me.

“You’re so tight, Luna.”

His gasps are labored while he’s plunging into me mercilessly after the slow start. His thrusts are just as calculated as his fingers are, driving me to ecstasy.

As I feel my orgasm coming, I’m chasing my high just as desperately as Giovanni is chasing his. We maintain eye contact, and he pinches my nipples when I try to look away.

For the first time this week, I’m not consumed by guilt. The guilt has been replaced by desire and want that has been sated.

I don’t think about how I’m about to stab the one who just fulfilled my desire right in the back.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – Giovanni

I adjust my tie for the hundredth time as I walk to Luna’s office. I feel giddy like a schoolboy and clutch the bouquet tighter before knocking on her door. I never knock before I enter, but somehow, I feel like I should this time.

Things have felt different between Luna and me ever since she nursed me at my house and, well, she had an orgasm on my kitchen counter.

We’ve fallen into a comfortable routine of calling and texting each other often. She has also visited a few more times since then, and we’ve been fucking with reckless abandon. In my defense, it’s never felt this good.

Being with Luna feels normal, like it was meant to be. When I’m with her, I forget about my worries and focus on the warmth she brings in.

“Come in,” her soft voice sounds from inside her office.

I turn the knob and push the door open before stepping in.

“Gio!” she exclaims, rising from her chair.

The nickname has stuck, and hearing her call me that is satisfying.

How can one person have such an effect on you in a few months?

“Hey, baby,” I reply.

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