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Her glossy green eyes widen.
I lick her from the bottom landing strip to her clit, and then raise my head. “I want you coming hard, repeatedly.” I do it again, with more force, and she wiggles and squirms in my arms. So responsive. So eager.
So exquisitely perfect.
I dive in and go to town, licking her and fucking her like a man possessed. And I am … Why deny it any longer?
She grips my hair and gently tugs me closer. I let her. If my girl deludes herself into believing she has any control, so be it. Though I do go harder and faster, plunging mercilessly into her while pressing my thumb against her clit.
She moans my name, and I still. “Alessandro. Please, Alessandro.”
How many orgasms will it take to make her forget that fucker Al?
I tilt her up, drive my tongue deep, and grin like a fool as she goes off like a rocket. Withdrawing, I suck on her clit until she can’t take any more.
But we’re far from done.
I crawl over her limp body and, with an unsteady hand, drag my raging erection across her excitement. Whatever control I still have slips. I need inside like fucking yesterday.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes flash open.
I thrust deep.
It’s hard to say what gets me off more, her wide-eyed bewilderment or her greedy pussy squeezing around me, missing me almost as much as I missed her. “I’ve failed.”
“Failed?”
“At breaking you in.” I withdraw, and then slam home. “All the fucking back in New York, and you still fit snug as a glove.”
She reaches up to cup my face. “There’s really only ever been you.”
Fuck. Her admission makes me want to howl. I’m a possessive fucker, yet something about her brings it out in extremes.
I’ll figure out a way to keep her.
Mine.
I lean in and kiss her, catching her surprised gasp in my throat. And then with great control, I move, pulling back and sinking deep with slow, methodic movements.
Sweet Riley’s tongue matches the rhythm. Fucking my mouth as my cock fills her up. I’m rarely slow and never soft, and always after my own filthy pleasures. This is different. And as her beautiful breasts bounce beneath me, her warm body surrounds me, and her heart races against mine, like a man in uncharted territory who knows when he’s landed a good thing, I give in to the intense pleasure.
Our lips never part. Not when she’s moaning. Not when I’m struggling not to release my load into her like a randy teen. Prolonged gratification, my ass.
Her thighs clench my hips tighter, seconds before my girl breaks our kiss with a scream.
I slam home deep, and then shake with pleasure as I pump her full of seed.
Cock still buried inside her, I lie part on her, part off.
Stealing time, like a thief.
Holding her, as if I’ll never let her go.
CHAPTER 23
RILEY
