Page 41 of The Broker

This is actually happening.

I ease the zipper open, and her dress falls to the floor. She steps out of it and turns around, and I swallow hard. She’s wearing a cream lace bra, a pair of lace panties, and nothing else. Her breasts are round and full, her hips luscious and curvy. I clench my hands into fists, fighting the urge to pull her closer. Given what Valentina told me, I’m awed by her trust. I don’t want to do anything to erode it.

She clears her throat. “It’s your turn. Take off your shirt.”

I unbutton it and toss it aside. She surveys me with hot, hungry eyes. Ilikethat look. “Lie down on the bed.”

I do as she asks. My heart is beating so fast I think I might pass out. I’ve wanted Valentina for ten years. I’ve tried to deny it until I’m blue in the face. But now she’s actually here. In my bedroom, in her underwear. Looking at me like she’s seeing me for the very first time.

It feelsunreal.

“And now I tie you up.” She straddles me, a blue-haired goddess, and my mouth waters. Her plump breasts are practically falling out of her bra, the dark pink outline of her nipples visible under the lace. “Hold still, please.”

She ties my wrists together and loops the rope around the headboard. I flex my muscles, testing the bonds. She knows what she’s doing; I’m not getting free any time soon. Then again, why would I? I’m exactly where I want to be.

“And now, your ankles.”

When she’s done, I’m spreadeagled on the bed, restrained, my heart racing in my chest, my cock so hard it hurts. “Take off your bra and panties, Valentina.”

“That sounds suspiciously like an order.”

My lips twitch. “It’s a request.Really.”

“Is it?” She unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, then pulls her panties down her hips. God, her magnificent breasts, her rose-tipped nipples. She’sdelectable.A work of art, a Botticelli painting come to life, all curves and temptation.

“Come here.” I can’twaitto taste her. My cock strains against my trousers. “Kiss me.”

She shimmies over to me and straddles me. I kiss her, nibbling on her lower lip, pushing my tongue into her mouth.Mine.She hums in pleasure and kisses me back. I lift my hips, trying to grind my hard cock against her pussy, wishing I had my hands free. Her swollen nipples are begging for my fingers, my mouth, my teeth.

I’m panting by the time she pulls away. “You’re killing me here, Valentina,” I grit out. “At this rate, I’m going to come in my pants, and I haven’t done that since I was a teenager watching porn on the Internet. If you don’t get that sweet little cunt on my face, I’m not responsible for what happens.”

She smiles at me, a bright gleam in her eyes. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I stare, mesmerized, as she moves into position. She takes her time, her progress excruciatingly slow. My cock feels like it’s going to explode, and my balls ache. My little sparrow is teasing me, and Iloveit.

Her hips sway above my face. If my hands were free, I’d pull her down on my face and feast on her. I strain upward, ignoring the ache in my shoulders and my biceps. She hovers above me, leaning on the headboard to support her weight.

The intoxicating scent of her fills my nostrils. “So wet,” I say through gritted teeth, greedily licking every sweet drop. “So fucking wet. You like teasing me, don’t you, sparrow? You like me tied up?” I strain up and swipe my tongue through her slit. She tastes like a feast,and I’m starving.

She moans and grinds into me. I lick up her center and circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, and she jerks above me, her thighs quivering with the strain of staying still. “Dante,” she groans. “Please.”

“Please, what, sparrow?” I lick and suck and tease her. Each moan from her sends an arrow of need straight to my groin, but I ignore my cock with determination. It’s been a very long time, but tonight isn’t about me and what I want. Tonight, it’s about Valentina. About making her come on my face, her juices smearing on my chin, her scent filling my every breath.

She tangles her fingers in my hair. “Dante,” she groans. “Please. . .fuck.” That last word comes out as a wail. “I can’t. . . I’m going to. . .”

Her thighs grip my face, her clit grinds down, and she comes on my face, long and hard. I keep tonguing her until she finally goes slack and pulls off me.

The whole episode couldn’t have lasted ten minutes. But these ten minutes have done what the last ten years haven’t. They’ve changed everything.

I’ve had a taste of Valentina, and it only confirms what I’ve always known. She’s a drug in my blood, and I’m never going to be able to let her go.

For a long time, she lies next to me, staring up at the ceiling, not saying anything. “Are you going to untie me?” I ask her finally.

“Oh, right.” She jumps up. “Sorry.”

“You okay?”

“Never better.” She sits up, her eyes resting on my straining cock. “Can I. . .”

“Yes.”

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