Page 125 of Steal My Heart
I pull back, admiring the way her pupils have blown out, her rosy nipples begging for attention beneath the fabric of her dress. “Is my naughty Remi game?”
“I’m game.” Her husky voice goes straight to my cock.
“Good girl. We’ll play this game another time. For now, I need to be inside you.” I emphasize with the thrust of my hips.
“Oh.” Remi moans and begins grinding her pussy against my length.
“Unless you want me coming in my pants, let me take them off.” My fingers bruise into her hips, stilling her movement.
“Maybe that’s my dirty fantasy,” she challenges.
Remi
Making Angelo Calvani lose control does sound like a fantasy, but I’m up for making it a reality.
He watches me with a mixture of heat and amusement as he spreads his arms on the back of the couch. “Grind away.”
And now it’s my mission to make this refined man come in his pants.
“Angelo,” I whimper, rolling my hips as my hands fall to the hem of my dress. Lifting it over my head, I toss it on the floor.
He takes in my bare breasts, his nostrils flaring. “Such a filthy girl.”
I begin tweaking my nipples with the roll of my hips. “I’m not the one who’s going to come on themselves.”
“You think so?”
My pussy drags over his throbbing cock in response.
“Mmm.” His head falls back against the couch, his eyes fluttering shut.
My triumphant smile falters when, on the next roll of my hips, my clit brushes the pad of his thumb he stealthily moved there. “Oh.”
“I love it when you do that,” he murmurs. “Like your own pleasure surprises you, which leads me to believe you’ve not had nearly enough. Our next free day, I’m tying you to our bed and making you come until you think you can’t come again, and then I’ll make you come again to prove my point.”
My body shivers at his threat, but I refuse to come before he does.Stubborn. It’s written on my palm, for crying out loud.
Placing that right palm on his shoulder, I use it as leverage as I rub my pussy over the head of his cock. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and ride my slick pussy over your face; coming over and overuntilyouthink I can’t come again, but I’ll make myself come to prove my point.”
He laughs darkly, grabbing my cheeks and causing my lips to puff. “Remi, Remi. It’s so sweet that you think you could tie me up. But I’d gladly let you ride my face until your little heart’s desire.”
Determined;it’s also written on my palm, and now I use both of them to hold onto his shoulders as I grind faster and faster. Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to fall off the cliff before he does. “Angelo, please.” I whimper on a moan, my panties drenched. “I know you want to come for me. Only me.”
He groans, his hips bucking as he comes, and I lose control, a strangled cry as I come.
Falling into his arms, my chest heaves in rhythm with his.
“We’ll call that a photo finish.”
I smile dreamily, snuggling into the crook of his neck. “The photographer didn’t photo it, though.”
“And I never will. As much as it would turn me on to watch us, I would never risk someoneelsewatching us.”
“There’s more than one way to watch ourselves.” I glance across the room to the mirror.
“Naughty and clever,” Angelo murmurs, cupping my cheeks and bringing my lips to his for a tender kiss. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’ve made a mess that we need to clean up.” He glances down to where we’re both soaked.
“Excuse me, you made a mess.” I poke his solid chest, and he smiles, causing a warm feeling to settle in mine.
