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Their voices and music muffled, I shook my head.
“Wait,” I said, pulling back from him. “Not here. Someone might see us.”
He smiled, trailing his finger against my lips, dipping it inside to brush against my tongue. “Let them.”
“Oh my God …” I tried to push him away, but he held me still, sliding his hand between my legs. “Are youtryingto get caught?”
He smiled, then sat in the chair. “If you sit on my face, nobody will see who’s eating you out.”
“But—”
“One way or the other, I’m going to have your pussy, Ari. Pick a position.”
My cheeks burned, but the arousal that soaked my panties was unmistakable.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He grinned like a wolf circling its prey. “What have I said before, Ari?”
I blew out an exasperated breath, every inch of my body blushing at this point, probably matching the color of the dress he’d just gifted me. “To use my words.”
“So tell me what you want.”
“My pussy on your face,” I murmured.
“Good girl.”
“You really have to stop saying that,” I grumbled as he ripped my panties and pushed up my dress.
“Why? Youaremy good girl, and you make me so fucking hard when you listen.” Rendering me speechless, my mouth parted as he spread my legs wide open, my glistening juicesdripping on his mahogany surface. “Your pussy likes my claim, doesn’t it?”
I nodded and he lowered down his chair.
“Words, Ari,” he purred, pressing kisses against my inner thigh. “I want to hear you say it. I love to hear you screaming my name, so please, indulge me.”
I groaned, suddenly overheated. “Yes, my pussy likes everything about you. Now please, Matteo, kiss me already.”
He chuckled, keeping his eyes on me.
“Kiss you where?” His mouth inched closer to my pussy, then before reaching it, he diverted back lower. “Here?”
“No, wrong way.” I scooted closer.
He shifted directions to the outside of my thigh. “Here?”
“Stop torturing me.” I dug my nails into his sculpted arms. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said. “Now sit on my face.”
He gripped my hips and pulled me forward, helping me into position.
Without another word, he cupped my ass and held me still as he lost himself in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck …” I bucked against his mouth and ground myself against his stubbled face as his tongue toyed with my lips.
He sucked my clit in and out of his mouth, slowly driving me out of my mind.
Shutting my eyes, I tossed my head back as he kept up his relentless rhythm. The pressure built and the sounds drifting from outside faded. I couldn’t focus on anything but him and his mouth between my thighs, the feel of his tongue controlling my pleasure.
