Page 61 of Empire of Seduction

This kiss laid waste to any of my remaining resistance. Vito was relentless and I responded just as eagerly, our mouths frantic. The air around us turned humid and the sound of our breath drowned out everything else. I’d missed the way he kissed me, with complete focus and singular intensity, like I was the only thing in this world he needed. When he lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his hips, my skirt bunched around my hips and my pussy pressed against his cock.

“Are there cameras out here?” he asked against my mouth.

“No, but?—”

“Thank fuck.” He spun us both to put me against the wall, and my other leg came up around his hip to straddle him. Now he was holding me up, the brick rough on my back through my jacket. My crotch was resting on his stomach, his hands under my ass.

It all went quickly from there.

He widened his stance, rested me on his thighs, and moved his hands to his belt buckle. Oh, shit. Were we really doing this here? My hands dove to his waist, eager to help, even as mymind tried to impart reality. “Someone might walk out here,” I whispered as I yanked his dress shirt out of his trousers.

“Do you care?” He reached inside his briefs and pulled out his dick.

“Not in the least.” I was delirious, burning up. I needed him inside me. “Oh, god. Hurry.”

“Pull your panties aside. Let me give you what we both want.”

My fingers slid under the lace and I bared myself, my pussy spread and more than ready. He adjusted, lined up and drove in, filling me in one rough thrust. The stretch burned in the very best way as his cock took up all the space inside me, and I clung to him, moaning as my body adjusted. Vito buried his face in my neck, his mouth murmuring Italian curses into my skin, and his hands slid under me to hold me up. He moved once, a gentle rock of his hips like he was teasing me.

I dug my nails into his scalp. “Fuck me now. I need it.”

With a growl, he began pumping, using the wall and his strength to hold me up, his wide cock splitting me in two. He was breathing hard into the hollow of my throat and I clutched at him, using my legs to help create a rhythm. The angle was perfection. My clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, and it was almost like we were dry humping, except he was inside me. My muscles tightened, my insides coiling, the sensation building.

“You’re mine,” he rasped. “All fucking mine.”

The words tipped me over the edge. “God,yes.” I clenched around him, my walls contracting and releasing as the orgasm shattered through me. Bright light exploded behind my eyelids, the euphoria better than anything I’d ever experienced. I soared so high, the release so powerful, that I never wanted it to end.

Vito’s cock swelled inside me and he groaned, his hips pressing me into the wall as he came. Muscles twitched and jerked beneath my fingers, and for a second I worried he mightdrop me, but he held firm. “Sono fottuto,sono fottuto,” he kept repeating as he panted into my throat, the words like a prayer.

I’d have to look up that phrase later.

Then it was over. Slowly, he lowered me to the ground, his forehead resting against mine. Before I could fix my dress, he bent down and got on his knees. I steadied myself with a hand on his head. “What are you doing?”

He held up his phone and turned on the light. A sudden flash of white light filled the alley and I blinked. Vito lifted one of my legs. “Hold this up.” I did and he swept my soaked panties aside, his attention solely on my pussy as he shone the light there. “Hai la più bella figa. Ti voglio sempre.”

“Vito,” I said, my fingers playing with his soft hair. “You know I can’t understand you.”

He spread my lips apart and held the phone closer. “I said you have a beautiful pussy. Right now, my come is dripping out of you.” I heard him take a picture, then his tongue swiped through my slit, causing us both to moan. “Cazzo, you are so sexy.”

Dirty man.

Then I realized what this meant. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

He put his phone away, then lowered my leg to the ground and stood up. In a shockingly tender gesture, he caressed the side of my face and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’m clean. I have never fucked a woman without a condom before.”

“Never?”

“I would not lie about that. Why do you think I wanted to see your pussy just now?”

“Neither have I. Fucked without a condom, I mean. And I have an IUD, so . . . ” I wiped some sweat off his forehead and refused to wonder why we’d both lost our heads. “Has there been anyone since the casino?”

“Of course not.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I can’t even get hard for another woman, let alone fuck her. You have my balls in your fist,mia bella diavoletta.”

A flattering thought, but probably bullshit. “You didn’t get hard during your lap dance at the strip club today?”

He sighed, like he was reluctant to tell me. “No. Limp like a noodle. It was embarrassing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Poor big bad mafia man. Can’t even enjoy a lap dance.”

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