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“When you touched yourself, Pen, who were you imagining?”

I don’t hesitate. “You. When I touched myself, I wanted it to be your fingers, your tongue… doing it to me.”

Adriano doesn’t bother with finesse—he rips my panties off, the fabric snapping once. I watch it flutter to the floor, tattered, and bite the inside of my cheek, a thrill spiking through me.

“I’ve been starving for your pretty pussy,” he rasps, cutting straight to my core. “Will you let me taste it, Pen?”

“Please…” My voice trembles. “Please, I need you.”

He drops into the chair, his hands clamping around my hips, and pulls me forward until I’m splayed right in front of his face. Embarrassment floods me—he’s so damn manly, all muscle and edge, exuding experience I can only guess at.

I’ve had lovers, sure, but it was always quick, mechanical, just fucking to fuck. This? This is different—spread out like a feast for Adriano Vieri, the man I’ve craved forever, and I’m already slick, teetering on the brink.

He starts slow, lips brushing the insides of my thighs—kissing, licking, nipping hard enough to sting, then soothing the bites with soft and wet strokes. Red welts will bloom by morning, I know it, and the thought makes me clench.

“You’re so hot,” he murmurs and trails kisses from my knees up to my dripping core. “Forgive me, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’ll be gentle. You’re soft. Fragile. Fucking perfect.”

“Oh, Adriano…” His name slips out in a breathy plea.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, voice a velvet command. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please…” I’m desperate.

“Fuckkk—” His eyes darken, locked on me. “Your pretty pink pussy’s dripping for me. I need to taste it.”

His tongue swipes over my folds, and a gasp rips from my throat, loud and unbidden.

“Shh, sweetie,” he warns, lips grazing my skin. “Don’t want the whole damn building hearing how loud I make you.”

I want to scream it—how good he feels, how he’s unraveling me—but my career’s barely started, and I can’t torch it yet.

“Okay… okay,” I pant, biting back the noise.

He dives in again, a skilled finger parting me open for his tongue. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Pleasure slams through me, electric and wild. My hands plunge into his hair, holding tight, anchoring him between my thighs.

“This feels so good,” I moan, voice breaking. “Please don’t stop—don’t stop making me feel this good.”

His beard scrapes my pussy, rough and delicious, sending jolts up my spine. I can’t help it. I grind into his face, hips rolling as he sucks my clit hard, fingers pumping inside me, fast and deep.

“You taste sweet,” he growls, voice muffled against me. “Fuck, I could eat you everyday.”

“Mmmm,” I whimper, pleasure searing through every nerve. “Right there… oh, Jesus, there…”

He kisses my clit, tongue flicking, teasing my wetness while his fingers stay buried, curling up to hit that spot—the one that makes me see stars. Then he’s back, sucking hard, and I’m lost.

“Adriano,” I whine, grinding harder, chasing the edge.

He pulls back just enough to rasp, “Come on my tongue, Pen. I want your orgasm in my mouth. Give me that sweetness.”

“I’m so close…” My voice cracks.

That’s all he needs. He goes harder, faster, tongue and fingers relentless. I shatter, coming undone in his mouth, a sob muffled against my palm as ecstasy floods me, hot and blinding.

“Holy hell, Pen,” he mutters, standing, stepping back, snagging my ruined panties from the floor. “Gonna need these for a while.”

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