Page 14 of Her Dirty Secret

And I don’t disappoint him. I rock slowly at first, until he’s groaning beneath me, until I’m soaking wet enough to really ride him. Once I am, I lean into him, arching my hips to slide him in and out, faster, harder, until I feel my climax building. I sit up so he’s fully buried in me and give myself a moment to watch his perfectly exquisite face contract with pleasure. Letting go, I grind into him, stimulating myself inside and out until my orgasm swirls inside me.

It’s when the expletives start rolling off my tongue, and Alessandro grabs my nipples, pinching and pulling into my release. It sends the fire shooting between my core and my breasts and back again before exploding out into my limbs as I ride the wave of my climax. When I finally descend, I sink into him, a mewling, trembling mass of post-orgasmic bliss.

He shifts beneath me, holding me to him with one hand, using the other to hold my ass in place while he pushes up from the bed and continues to take me. I didn’t expect it, and I gasp into the amazing feeling of him fucking me. But he can only go so deep from this angle. So, I roll to the side, and he rolls with me, pressing into me to stay inside.

He slips my legs up onto his shoulders, then braces against them, dragging my ass into his lap so he can take me hard and fast. Soon, my legs are trembling in anticipation of another orgasm. He drops one of my legs and presses into me, circling his hips when he’s in to the hilt so he’s rubbing against me with every thrust. I cry out, and he smirks down at me, knowing exactly what he’s doing, how crazy it’s making me. He slows, deliberately pulling all the way out, only to plunge back in fully again.

“Please,” I beg.

“Shhhh,” he responds. “Trust me.”

And though I’m aching for release, I give myself to him. I surrender to his rhythm, allowing him to fill me only to leave me void over and over, slowly, torturously. Without warning, instead of burying his cock in me, he slips a hand between us, vigorously pumping into me. The switch-up has me arching off the bed, but before I can so much as gasp, his cock enters me once again and his mouth attaches to mine. Plunging his tongue in my mouth, he keeps his cock buried deep, rubbing in a way that brings me abruptly to the edge and hangs me there. My hands find his ass, holding on for dear life, encouraging him. His mouth drops to my neck, his heavy breathing tickling my ear.

I moan into him, and he moans back. I tilt my hips up, needing him as deep as he can go. It changes things just enough to tip me into climax, and I clench around him.

“Ohhhh, mio dio,” he moans as his muscles tighten. “Cazzo, sto venendo.” I can feel his orgasm shudder through him, and it turns me on so much it interrupts my descent, giving me one last jolt of pleasure.

As both of our bodies finally relax, he presses his forehead into my neck. It feels so good laying here with him still between my legs that I’m not ready to let go quite yet.

“What does, ‘Cazzo, sto venendo’ mean?” I ask curiously, stroking his damp back.

Alessandro laughs. “Fuck, I’m coming.” When I laugh too, he picks his head up to look me in the eyes and gives me a light kiss on the lips. “That was amazing.”

“Mmm, yes, it was,” I agree. “Teach me something else in Italian.”

He leans back, pulling out, much to my dismay. After he’s discarded the condom, he lays back down next to me.

“Sei il miglior fra tutti quelli che mi sia mai scopate,” he says slowly.

I laugh but let him repeat it to me until I can repeat it back.

“Sei il miglior fra tutti quelli che mi sia mai scopate,” I’m finally able to say. “What does it mean?”

He’s unable to suppress his shit-eating grin. “It means, ‘You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,’” he replies, bursting into laughter.

I pull the pillow from behind my head, rise to my knees, and proceed to whack him with it. “You arrogant bastard,” I cry out. “I can’t believe you seriously just made me tell you that.” I continue beating him with the pillow as he laughs. I give him one, final hard whack in the face. “Honestly.” I try to throw as much disgust into the word as I can, but I’m having a hard time not laughing.

He pulls the pillow away from me and puts it behind his head. “Maybe I was telling you you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” he replies.

“Maybe?”

“Or maybe not.” He laughs again, acknowledging that I’m clearly not falling for it. “Am I?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Maybe,” I reply airily. “Teach me something else.”

“Hmmm. Perhaps I need to teach you something that will help you answer my question,” he says suggestively. I laugh, and gesture for him to continue. “Leccamela tutta.”

“That’s much less of a mouthful,” I remark. He bursts out laughing. “What?”

He shakes his head, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. When he’s regained composure, he looks at me, trying to keep the laughter at bay. “Just say it,” he urges. “I promise you won’t regret it. Leccamela tutta.”

I give him a stern look, not sure if he’s trying to fool me. “Leccamela tutta,” I say.

An evil glint appears in his eyes and he prowls toward me. I don’t flinch or move an inch. He pries open my naked legs, pushing me back onto the pillows. Then his head disappears, and I feel his tongue there.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, realizing what he had me ask him to do. But as his tongue laps at the extra-sensitive folds between my legs, my brain fogs and heat builds in me, and I find I’m not able to protest. Scratch that, I don’t want to.

While he sucks and nibbles at my nub, sending me into a trembling frenzy, his beard tickles my opening, his chin pressing into my sex in a way that has me wetter than I ever remember being. The erotic sounds of him lapping at me are unbelievable. In a slow build, he caresses me in ways I’d never dreamed of, and though I could languish in the amazing feeling forever, I’m soon coming on his face, whimpering my release, too overwhelmed to do anything else.