Page 76 of Italy Can Bite Me

I grip Katie’s ass and lift her into my arms, her legs possessively claiming my waist. Her skin blazes against mine, her breath coming in short, soft pants that tease my neck—my cock throbs. I see the metal table, a stage for our bodies to come together, and I carry her to it. With one decisive motion, I sweep my arm across the cluttered surface, sending toiletries, towels, and God knows what else crashing to the floor.

“Are you serious?” she says with a half-scolding, half-breathless laugh.

“Do I look like I’m joking, bella?”

Her lips twitch as she tries to hide a smile, but it’s no use. I tenderly set her on the table, her robe open, exposing her to me. She’s flushed, her skin glowing in the room’s dim light. I take a step back and drink her in.

Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. Her nipples pebble, as if they can anticipate my intentions. The slight curve of her stomach, the softness of her thighs—where I know she’s still slick and ready for me. She’s perfection. She’s mine for the taking.

“Dio mio,” I whisper, my hands skimming up her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Katie, you’re…” I pause, trying to find a word that could begin to describe how stunning she is.“Un miracolo.”

“What does that mean?”

“A miracle.”

She looks away, nibbling her bottom lip as my praise sinks in. Her sudden shyness is a complete contrast to the fiery, maddening, and incredibly confident woman who challenges me with her cleverness. Seeing these hidden depths of her is a shot of adrenaline. I want to dive in, explore every nuance, uncover every secret, and savor every part of her.

But then my dick chimes in—loud and clear—impatiently urging me on to the thing we’ve both been burning for.

“There will be time for adoration later. Now? I’m going to fuck you until you forget what day it is.”

I step out of my pants. Her lips part as her gaze lands on my rock-hard cock. She just stares, saying nothing, as if she’s trying to figure out how the hell this is going to work.

“Wow,” she finally breathes. “I mean… wow. You’re huge.”

Heat floods my chest, a mix of pride and desire. “Careful, bellissima,” I say, catching her fingers as they reach for me. “Your touch will finish me off before we start.”

“That bad, huh?” she teases, her voice full of that playful edge I’ve come to crave.

“You are too much, way too sexy,” I murmur, stepping back between her legs and running my hands over her bare thighs, spreading them to make room for me.

“Wait! We need a condom! I’m all for being reckless, but not that reckless.”

My lips twitch into a grin as I reach into my pants pocket and pull out the condom, holding it up like a trophy. Her eyes zero in on it, widening slightly before flicking back up to mine.

“You kept it?”

“Of course,” I reply, my grin widening. “You went to such lengths to keep it safe. Figured it must be valuable.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands.

“I’ve been wondering where you got this. I’ve never seen this brand before.”

“Don’t make me answer that.”

“Oh, I’m going to need an answer,” I say. “Did you smuggle it into Italy the same way? Sneak it past customs tucked inside yourperfettapussy?”

“Let’s just keep it a mystery and call it divine providence.”

I nod, my grin turning wicked as I rip open the foil with my teeth. The sound slices through the air.

I pump myself a few times, the pressure almost unbearable, before sliding the condom on. My free hand moves to her center, my fingers tracing her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“Time for your next orgasm, bella.”

I pause for a fraction of a second to let the moment sink in, then push inside her… slowly. Every inch she gets tighter, slicker—Cristo, she was made for me.

“Oh God,” she breathes out with longing.

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