Page 47 of Steal My Heart
“Mr. Calvani?”
Whap.
“Let’s try again. My name is?—”
“Mr. Calvani!”
Whap.
“Mr. Calvani, you cannot just spank a grown-ass woman!” I cry.
Whap
“Mr. Calvani!”
Whap
“You like my heavy-handed approach, don’t you, Remi?”
Whap.
“I don’t!”
Or do I? Because I’m wet, and I can’t blame the pool…
Whap.
That last swat was more than a love tap, and tears sting my eyes as I concede defeat. “Angelo, stop.”
“Better.” His fingers knead my throbbing ass cheek while I attempt to ignore his massive erection pressing into my stomach.
Except I can’t ignore his massive erection, because who could? Not that I’m some cock expert; I’ve only had sex with two men, and neither was anything to write home about. But this feels like I would have to write a very lengthy novel of a letter. Granted, I don’t have anyone to write home to…
“Remi?”
“Yes?”
“Stop thinking.” His finger slips inside my bikini bottom, trailing along my pussy lips.
“What happened to your rules?” I gasp. “Your family’s rules?”
My clit receives a little warning flick. “As you said, I make the rules.”
“Oh.” A needy sound escapes my mouth as Angelo slips his finger inside me.
He groans. “A first; I’ve never been jealous of my gun before.”
“What?” I try to follow, but it’s extremely difficult because he’s now slipped a second finger inside me.
“You came on my gun. I want you to do that on every part of me.” He moves those fingers in and out with an embarrassinglywet sound.“On my tongue.” In and out. “On my cock.” In and out. “But we’ll start with my fingers.”
“That heavy-handed approach.” I try to come off as cool, but the pitch of my voice is all wrong. Too high. Too breathless.
His dark laughter tickles my spine, settling between my legs. “You’re dripping all over my heavy hand. Turn your face to the side; I want to watch you fall apart.”
My skin feels electric, buzzing with anticipation as I do as I’m told.
“Good girl.” Our eyes lock, his heavy with desire as he begins to fuck me in earnest with his fingers.
