Page 46 of Relentless Pursuit

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Page 46 of Relentless Pursuit

She bit her bottom lip, slipped her thumbs inside her jeans, and pushed them over her curvy hips.

I was naked in seconds, grabbed Penelope, and stepped into the shower. Her legs curled around me, and I inhaled one breast, then the other.

“Oh…” she moaned, tossing her head back, her fingers clutching my shoulders.

My desire for her knew no bounds as I flicked my tongue and sucked her in.

“Wait…wait…” She repositioned as she slid down my hard frame to her knees, opened her mouth, and sucked my dick to the back of her throat.

“Shit!” I cursed and gripped her head, guiding Penelope up and down the slope of my cock.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned and bit back curses as I fucked her mouth. Slowly, at first, but the more she opened her throat, the deeper and more fiercely I rode her tongue.

Heat bombarded my skin, every nerve in me a live wire that prickled like sizzling meat.

Penelope was eager to fulfill my desires, and that was something we had in common, which made our sex a melting pot of fulfilling pleasure.

She gagged, drooled, and slid that tongue across my shaft, bringing me to the brink of my climax.

“I want it inside you.”

I lifted her back in my arms and pushed my rock-hard erection into her pussy. Hands-on her ass, I spread her cheeks from below and drilled into Penelope’s drenching essence, slamming her against the wall and battering her flesh until we both came.

“Oh!” she screamed. “Ah! Oh! Dominic!”

Her eyes blinked rapidly, and she convulsed as I pounded. Shockwaves speared through me, and I gritted my teeth as a snarl moved through me. I was crazed, a wild, untamed animal that became unhinged by one woman—Penelope.

Heavy breaths moved between our mouths and tongues as we shared our mouths and combined our kisses.

“Fuck,” I cursed. I was floating and held her tight in case she was, too.

“I love you,” she purred.

“Who?”

“Dominic…Professor Lucas…the Black Rose.”

Darkness filled me as I stared at her, and she licked my lips and bit my mouth. She loved me for me—all of me, and that’s something I never imagined I’d have.

“Hmmmmmm.” I kissed her mouth hard, and her hands framed my face. “I’m so fuckin’ in love with you. Fuck, Penelope.”

We kissed harder, and our bodies hummed, becoming aroused again.

“We’ll never make it out of here like this.”

“I’m going wherever you go,” she whispered.

I bit down her jaw, then drew back and grabbed a sponge.

“I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands off you when we’re out.”

“Good. Because I don’t want that.”

I lathered the sponge and washed her body, and she returned the favor. Once we’d left the shower, it took her an hour to dry and change before we went to join Sicilian activities.

* * *

“Ooooh, this is so good.” Cheese stretched from the arancini ball Penelope ate. The risotto Italian street food was popular here in Sicily. It was made of a ball of rice with a crispy breaded outer layer, melted cheese, and creamy risotto filling.




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