Page 27 of The Don's Prisoner

“You're welcome, my darling. Any time.”

She looked up at me, and the reflection of the flashing yellow hazard lights in her eyes made them look like they were twinkling. She had no idea how damn beautiful she was.

“Would it be alright… if I thank you… properly?” she asked, and I grinned so wide I felt like my face was going to break in half. My dick jerked to life in my trousers, but I ignored it, taking a step closer so that our clasped hands were sandwiched between us.

“You never have to ask permission for that,” I assured her. “But do tell, what does ‘thanking me properly’ entail?”

“This,” she said and went up on her toes to kiss me. I angled down for her, and our lips met—already half open so they locked perfectly together. I sucked on her bottom lip and released it so I could move on to her top lip. But she didn’t want to play around, it seemed. She opened her mouth and moaned as our tongues touched.

She tasted like frosting, and I wanted to devour her. Our kiss the last time had been fantastic, and it had taken everything in me to walk away from it, but this? This was so much better. Because she had chosen it. She had asked me for it. I doubted if it had even registered with her what that meant, but she had fucking asked permission to kiss me.

Suddenly, I wasn’t happy with just a kiss.

I bent my knees and grabbed her ass, pulling her up so I could carry her without breaking the kiss. She let out a squeal and kicked her feet a little in excitement, or in protest, it was hard to decipher which, but she didn’t push me away. She just kept kissing me with long wet strokes of her tongue and building the need inside me.

I walked us over to the hood of her SUV and leaned her down gently, running my hands up her sides as I did. She was wearing a very soft fabric dress that fit her body like a glove and I wanted so much to tear it off of her. I wanted all of her. I wanted to feel her skin in my hands, on my lips, on my tongue. I wanted to know what she tasted like, inside and out.

I moved from kissing her lips to kissing the side of her neck, and she let her head fall back, her long hair spilling out over the hood of the car behind her. Damn, she was a fucking pin-up. With one arm, I held her to me around the waist, and with the other I let my hand roam along her body. I kept expecting her to tell me to stop, to back away, but she didn’t. She reveled in my touch, and I could practically see her panting in the darkness.

I cupped her breast with one of my hands and could feel her taut nipple against my hand. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

I groaned and pulled her up, closer to me. She spread her legs, and I nestled my hips between her thighs. My cock hardened, and I could feel on her where it wanted to be. I pressed forward, and she wiggled her hips, teasing me with the friction it created.

“Fuck,” I groaned, and when I looked up, I could see her smirking.

“Just needed to make sure I was making it just as difficult for you to keep control as it is for me,” she panted.

If she had been any other woman, I would have taken her right then and there. Fuck, I wanted to so bad. She felt so good, smelt so good, and we were so close to closing the deal. All I had to do was hike up the skirt of her dress and unzip my fly. There would be no stopping us.

“Oh, you are making it hard for me alright,” I told her between kisses as my mouth traveled down her collarbone to her shoulder, then down to her cleavage. She trembled as I used my hand to lower the neckline even more, revealing that nipple I had felt earlier through her dress. I flicked it with my tongue and her whole body jerked.

“Gio…” she hissed, and I grinned. I loved how she reacted to me, and I loved my name on her lips.

“Say it again,” I told her and took her nipple into my hand. I squeezed and pulled a little, watching her face as I did so. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and she moaned my name even louder. Good girl.

“Gio… I…” she swallowed. I pushed forward with my hips and took her nipple into my mouth again, biting it gently. She ground herself against me, panting.

“You what?” I asked, and she kissed me again—so hard and desperately this time that we would probably both end up bruised the next day. She put her hands around my neck and pulled herself up a little, letting one hand fall between us. She rubbed her hand up and down my length through my trousers, and now it was my turn to moan loudly.

“You are playing with fire,” I warned her. “I’m not usually one to go for long periods without sex, and I haven't had any since we said we would be exclusive.”

“No?” she asked, pausing her hand at the tip of my cock. It pulsed in her hand, but her eyes were locked on me.

“No,” I told her truthfully. “I may be a man-whore at heart, but I also stay true to my word. I’ve flirted, sure, and I visited the strip club a couple of times. I’ve even had to start jerking off three times a day watching porn, but I have not fucked another woman.”

“That’s… wow,” she said, clearly caught off guard. “Oddly, I feel really touched by that.”

“Oh? That’s what you feel touched by?” I asked with a grin as I moved my free hand down to her knee and then slid it under her dress and up the inside of her thigh. When my fingertips grazed her panties, I stroked from the outside, wanting to tease and entice rather than satiate the need growing inside her. I wanted to play with her, just as she had played with me.

A car drove by, but neither of us cared. We were too focused on each other—like we were waiting to see which of us would cave first. Would I pull out my cock and take her right there on the hood, admitting that I needed her more than she needed me? Or would she be the one to say fuck it and spread for me, begging me to fuck her?

By the state of her panties, I was betting that it was a neck-and-neck battle because they were soaking wet. I pulled my hand away and brought my moist fingers to my lips. She watched as I opened my mouth and slid my fingers inside, tasting them. Damn, did she taste good.

“Mmmm… yes…” I said and decided that it was both of us who were going to win tonight.

I pushed her back up onto the hood of the car, and she leaned forward, propped up on her elbows.

“What are you…” she started, but I didn’t give her time to finish. I pushed her dress up to her waist and moved aside the thin fabric of her satin panties. Then I leaned forward and licked.

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