Page 51 of Choosing Hope
“Does she taste good, Compagno?”
“Delicious,” I rasp and suck harder on her clit, knowing she’s only moments away from her first orgasm of the evening. I reach up with both hands and squeeze her nipples between my strong fingers, pleased to see her head tip back as she half groans and half screams out her release.
Desperate not to miss the experience, I push my tongue up inside her, already knowing her core muscles are so toned that they’ll suck my tongue deeper inside her, and her cream will flow down into my throat.
As her body stops pulsing, I withdraw my tongue, keen to replace it with my now rigid dick. Kalie smiles as I start yanking at my clothes to remove them.
“Oh, yes, sir. Please give me your hard cock.” I adore her submission.
She knows how I love her to beg for my cock, but I don’t need it today, the knowledge that Carlo’s keen to take my place is enough. Iwant him to see me take her. To watch me burying myself inside her while he longs for her.
I rid myself of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor in my enthusiasm to thrust into her, I snatch a condom from the courtesy bowl. Once sheathed, I step forward.
Sliding myself inside a woman while staring into her eyes and witnessing the lust bursting in them is always such a turn-on. Seeing the way a female body takes me never ceases to captivate me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Carlo approaching. He’s taken off his shirt, revealing sun-kissed skin and the beautiful lines and contours of his muscular torso. My fingers itch to reach for him—but I don’t.
Standing close behind me, I can tell from his breathing that he’s desperate to get involved.
Her quizzical expression allows me to interpret perfectly Kalie’s mood as her attention shifts to him. I’m aware of what he’s going to do, and it’s going to blow her mind.
“Slide your hands under your ass cheeks and pull them apart,” he orders, peering over my shoulder as she follows his instructions.
As soon as she lifts her flesh, the depth of my cock increases, making her groans louder.
Kalie watches Carlo’s hand as it moves down my body. Her eyes are bulging with excitement. I’ve never mentioned Carlo and my relaxed sexuality. And I’m happy for her to remain ignorant about it. My shoulder twitches, hoping to voice my concerns silently.
He and I have had sex with so many women, but we usually blindfold them. He knows I don’t want to broadcast my sexuality.
What the fuck is he doing?
It’s been seven months since I was last with Carlo sexually. I’ve done my best to stay away from him. Trying to train my brain not to crave him.The memory of Sophie’s bitter words from that night flood my mind, but within a heartbeat they’ve mixed with Dr. Klein’s soothing words about love never being shameful.
Sophie used to delight in seeing him touch me, and I loved to see her pleasure. I’ve never understood why her pregnancy spun everything on its head.
Carlo swipes his forefinger along my shaft before licking Kalie’s juices off his wet finger.
“Hmm, she is delicious,” he growls, pushing his still fully clothed crotch into my ass. Feeling his hardness pressing into my naked flesh and Kalie’s body responding by clamping itself around me is intoxicating.
Carlo syncs with my rhythm, his additional force helping to push my cock even further inside Kalie. She’s now so overcome by the scene Carlo’s creating that her cunt is wetter than I’ve ever experienced. She’s seconds from another orgasm, but I fear I’m closer.
The feel of Carlo’s arousal behind me mixes with the reality that it’s me who’s getting the benefits of all this pleasure, giving me a powerful surge of endorphins.
I grit my teeth, determined to experience Kalie’s climax. Even though I only had to hold on for another few thrusts, by the time my come filled her, my balls were aching with their need to release.
“Cum, Compagno.” The bastard growls in my ear, sending a shock wave of pleasure bursting out of me just as Kalie’s body clamps down.
Chapter Eleven
Spencer
Carlo and I have been sitting in a wine bar in Covent Garden for the last few hours while Carlo grills me about Kalie.
Both of us have consumed far more alcohol than we’re used to. Carlo’s never been a drinker, believing booze to be wasted calories.
“Explain again why this woman is so different? You’ve never let any of these girls get their hooks into you before,” Carlo states, shifting forward in his seat, his legs spread wide.
I scrutinize him. His pose is dominant, imposing. He reminds me of a cockerel puffing himself up before a fight. It’s fruitless. He knows as well as I do he won’t intimidate meinto speaking to him.
