Page 8 of My Italian Roommate

“No, I look like a slob,” she chuckles.

I place my hands on her hips and gaze down into her eyes, “You really know how to drive a man crazy, don’t you?”

She blushes and looks down at her feet, “No, I didn’t mean to. This is just me.”

“Even better, princess. Even better.”

“So, what’s for dinner?” she asks, pointing to the aluminum trays with their white paper tops.

“Italian. You like Italian, don’t you?” I ask, still clutching her by the waist.

“I love Italian,” she utters barely above a whisper.

“Chicken carbonara, fish puttanesca, beef braciole,” I point to each dish as I open the lids. “I wasn’t sure what you liked.”

She smiles and says, “I was thinking spaghetti and meatballs. I’ve never tried any of these things. It all looks so good.”

“Then by all means try a little of everything. I wouldn’t steer you wrong, little one.”

She turns to me and giggles.

“What’s funny?” I grab her hand and pull her toward me.

“You’re a race car driver and you said you wouldn’t steer me wrong,” she grins and the light in her eyes is enough to make me laugh at her terrible joke.

“I didn’t know you were a comedian, too.” I hand her a plate and watch as she places just a tiny amount of each dish on it. As she leans forward, her cropped top rides up on her back revealing her tiny waist and the curve of her hips. I clench my fists and bite down on my lower lip. Dammit. How can I focus on the meal when she’s the one I want to eat?

“I have some wine. Should we have wine with our dinner?” she asks me.

“You’re more than welcome to, princess, but I can’t drink the night before a race.”

“You race tomorrow?” she looks surprised at first, then, oddly disappointed.

“Yes. Why don’t you come? You can be my guest in the pit.”

“I’d love to, but what happens after the race? Are you leaving town?”

She’s not ready for me to leave. That’s why she looks disappointed. That thought only makes me want to stake my claim on her. She’s not getting rid of me that easily.

“Tomorrow’s race is only one in a series. We do two more here before we move on to Florida. Why? Are you going to miss me when I’m gone?”

“Well, we’re just starting to get to know each other. It would be sad if it all ended tomorrow. Wouldn’t it?”

“It would be devastating,” I wink. “Let’s sit down and eat.”

I watch as Mallory delicately lifts her fork to her mouth and I find it becoming immensely difficult to control myself. My need to touch her is all-consuming. I fear that if I don’t do something soon, I won’t be able to put my attention where it needs to be—on tomorrow’s race. I’m on edge because of her.

Kissing her isn’t enough. I need to bury myself to the hilt inside her and coat her walls with my seed.

She finishes and sets her plate down on the table. This is my opportunity and I have to take it. She turns to say something to me, but I put my finger over her mouth to silence her then take her head in my hands and pull her toward me. I claim her mouth in a searing kiss and slide my tongue inside her luscious mouth. She loops her arms around my neck and pushes her small body against mine, giving as much as she’s taking.

Feeling emboldened by her willingness, I reach down and cup her breasts in my hands. They’re firm and full just as I knew they would be. I squeeze them tightly then stroke her nipples with my thumbs. Her breath quickens as I press the weight of my body against her. My aching cock rubs against her thigh, causing the sensitive tip to pulse and drip. I feel like an animal possessed.

I grab her crop top and push it up to expose her pretty tits then slide down, burying my face in them. I lick, suck, and nibble all the while watching her face. She has her eyes closed and mouth wide open, sighing and moaning with each flick of my tongue. I slide my hands down to her shorts and pull them off as I drop to my knees.

I place my hands on her thighs, and with one swift motion, I force them apart. Her expression changes and I see some sort of startled anxiety on her face. Is it the fear of the unknown? Is she wondering just how far I plan to take this? I don’t know and at this point, I just don’t care. She hasn’t tried to stop me and I need to taste her so badly so I drop my head and strike her swollen clit with my tongue. She lets out a scream and digs her fingers into my hair.

“I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy until you come on my face, little girl,” I tell her.

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