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“You so fucking pretty, and so is this pussy.” His voice was low and eyes on fire. He kissed her thighs first, slow, tongue dragging along sensitive skin in teasing, dedicated strokes. He bit gently, then soothed the spot with soft licks, leaving her trembling.

Paige gripped the edge of the pool table, nails sinking into the felt.

Giovanni glanced up at her, before asking in a strained voice, “Why you ain’t got no panties on, Paige?”

She grinned, but before she could tell him she didn’t wear them, his lips latched onto her swollen bud. His tongue lay heavy and flat on her, dragging upward with focused intent. Paige cried out, hips jerking, but his hands held her firm, kept her open. He ate like it was divine instruction, like somebody told him her pussy held the answers. He was marking her, claiming her, carving his name into her body. She’d never forget.

He took his time, tongue drawing slow, wicked circles around her clit, dedicated, and so damn sure of himself.

“Shit,” she cursed as two fingers slid inside. She was ruining his pool table, and he didn’t give a damn. Giovanni devoured her like a menace, until her legs trembled so hard she thought she might come apart at the seams. “Fuck.”

He leaned back just enough to murmur, “You don’t even know. I could lose myself in you tonight. This pussy? Addictive.”

Paige couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Every inch of her was dialed into the obscene, devastating sounds he made between her thighs. The wet kisses. The low groans. The suction. Her release crept up hard and fast, curling tighter with every flick of his tongue.

“Vanni… fuck…” Her voice cracked as she rolled her hips toward his mouth.

He slid one hand up, pressing down on her lower belly, anchoring her, making sure she felt everything he gave and everything he took.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, tongue relentless. “Don’t fight it… fall for me.”

And she may have.

Paige shattered against his mouth, the orgasm ripping through her in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long damn time. Maybe ever. She sobbed out his name, hips jerking, thighs clenching around his head, but Giovanni didn’t move, didn’t stop, riding her through every tremor, every aftershock until she collapsed panting against the pool table.

He finally looked up with a glistening face, he licked her off his lips with a mischievous smile.

“Show me your favorite position.”

A devilish grin grew on her face. She should’ve known he was a freak. But she was, too. He watched Paige slowly roll over and toot her ass up on all fours. Giving him a full view of her beautiful ass cheeks and glistening pussy. “I had a fuckin feeling.”

Giovanni slapped her on her round ass and watched it jiggled before he caressed it.

“Do it again.”

He obliged giving her what she wanted. He smacked her other ass cheek, and she yelped before wiggling her ass in his face. He bit down on his lip and almost drew blood.

“You like that shit?” he asked caressing her ass cheek with one hand while the other slid up and down her pussy lips. She was writhing beneath his touch. She couldn’t form words, but he wanted an answer. “Answer me, Paige. That’s what you like?”

“Yes, yes I do.” A breathless answer escaped as he smacked her ass cheek again. She was fifty percent sure she needed a minute, but also sure she didn’t want him to stop. She was already naked, no need to deprive herself of the many orgasms she knew the night would bring.

He stepped back to remove his clothing and give her a minute. She peeked over her shoulder, and her eyes grew wide as saucers, at the sight of his thick dick. Her mouth watered and lip drew in between her teeth. She went back and forth on returningthe favor, but she knew sucking his dick with her eyes on his and swallowing his kids after was too much for the first night. He’d be at her doorstep tomorrow and every day after.

“I’m not calling you tomorrow.” Her voice was shaky, already betraying her. “And I’m not falling in love with you either.”

Giovanni’s nostrils flared and face twisted. She didn’t know it yet, but she’d just signed herself up for ride on the fuck around and find out express. Her words hadn’t even settled before he had a handful of her ponytail, dragging her back with an arm at her waist.

“Repeat that, I dare you.”

Her feet stayed planted, even as every nerve ending fired off like warning shots.

Giovanni nodded, gripped her throat, and eased deeper—slow and unrelenting.

Her mouth fell open on a gasp. Thighs trembled.

He filled her, muted her, owned every inch of breath and body in one relentless rhythm.

“Say that shit again, P. I can’t hear you,” he barked, slowing to that deep, dragging pace that made her walls stretch and cling like she was trying to keep him. He leaned back just enough to watch the mess she was making on his dick—thick, glossy, proof she’d wrote a check she couldn’t cash.

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