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“Così bene, così bene,” he moaned.

His words were sexy, and I somehow had to enjoy these moments. His fingers delved inside me, sinking them deeper, finger fucking me. I squirmed and wiggled deliriously as his mouth continued to tamper with my clit. His tongue played sweet music with the nerve endings sending me closer and closer to the edge. I tried to fight the sensation that was building, my womb was contracting. My heart racing and breath ragged, I was soon about to climax, and he would taste it all.

In and out he slid his digits in me, wiggling them about as he lapped up all I had. His tongue was back on my nub as I pressed my boobs together feeling the heat building within me. My core muscles were contracting, I held my breath.

My mind and body were not my own Antonio had full control. I was so close to exploding…

Chapter 28

ANTONIO

Ihad her legs wide open allowing me to relish every inch of her intimacy. I laced my tongue over her clit, eager to make her climax. My fingers slammed in and out of her as my dick throbbed eager to come out and play, only it had to wait as this was my moment to play and tease. She sucked my cock last night not giving me the chance to return the favour, so here I am, and I’m not giving up. I know once my cock got inside her, I would last seconds, she was so tight hugging my manhood into another league.

My tongue worshipped her nub, determined to never give up. She was wiggling and dancing under my captivation, pleasing me that she couldn’t go anywhere. My Layla.

Her body jerked and went into a shudder, she cried out as she climaxed placing my tongue to her opening longing to drink her honey. Wow she tasted like the best tonic in the world. She was my future…despite what my papa would say if he was still alive, but he wasn’t, and Layla was mine.

Waiting a few seconds looking down on her helpless body, so perfect and natural, unlike the many women I once looked at. I hadn’t been properly to the strip club in weeks, yes, I had been there for business but to watch the girls, no, I had my Layla who would dance for me and better still she would spend the night keeping me warm, magical.

Taking a firm hold of my cock, running my hand up and down the shaft. I toyed with the tip, using my secretion to lubricate the end. I moved closer to the bed, leaning over my girl before placing my manhood to her entrance. I want this to be good for us both to feel the energy and mystical powers. I want our bodies to move in sync, hypnotised and delirious. I want us to feel weightless and our bodies lifting of the bed in harmony. She was my precious and sharing these moments was a match made in heaven.

“Layla... ti amo e voglio fare di te la mia principessa,” he said lovingly.

Did I hear right? I could not believe I just delivered the three words. Thank goodness I said them in Italian so she wouldn’t understand.

My cock end at her opening and without hesitation I slowly slid inside her, stretching her as she moaned in a glorious o. She was sensational, as I sunk my girth deeper into her sanctum, stimulating her core, giving her the pleasure, she deserved. I was in her tight hole, her muscles contracting, hugging my dick like I wanted her to.

Penetrating her and in slow motion I withdrew to plunge back in. I closed my eyes sacrificing my soul to her and this moment of love and passion. Our bodies were together working in rhythm, we were a symphony playing the most erotic tune together. If there was a moment in my life to stop and hold the moment now, was it.

Pushing into her opening, lusting each stride.

Her moans were music to my ears. I strike, she took short, rasped breaths. Each stride was like a little more she pieced my shattered heart together.

“Layla…Layla,” I called out. My dick pumping hard with the blood, making my cock end more sensitive. “I cannot hold, I cannot…no…no.” I filled my girl to the brim with my thick cream. My body jerked violently, as I held my breath and gasped, annoyed I couldn’t damn well last those few minutes longer.

Withdrewing and saw all my fluid seeping out of her womanhood. I kneeled on the floor exhausted and happy, now I had to cuddle her and give her all the love I have.

In a heartbeat I had her cradled in my arms, holding her tight, running my fingers threw her mattered wet hair. I didn’t care.

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“Boss we have the girls here for you,” Cecco informed me.

I lifted my head, wagging my brow. I had a few girls who left the club recently and they need to be replaced, only leaving the mansion and Layla was something I didn’t wish to do, so the girls came here.

“Get them in here then,” I shouted not being in the mood to have valuable time wasted.

Richard the club manager stepped in the room. I glared at him as the sound of high heels tapped against the tiled flooring outside. The door was pushed open and in came four young woman wearing underwear, they stood in a line before me with smiles across their faces.

Waiting for the music to start, the same song that Layla danced to erotically the other night. My mind drifted away, seeing her preform the sexy act, pressing those fabulous, delicious tits together to antagonise. She danced around gyrating, swaying those sexy hips, sending my dick wild and eager to come out and play. I heaved my breath as she sat across my lap and pressed her beauties into my face.

Fuck I was about to come in my pants.

Lifting my head to see the girls were already topless.

Clicking my finger, and the music was stopped. “Start again,” I ordered.

I had to stop thinking about my girl, I preferred to watch her dance but then I had already told her I loved her in another language, she was my tease, my pleasure and my to the point of no return.