Page 64 of Blood Money

“Don’t care,” he murmured.

Both of us dropped our gazes to see where we were connected. The burn was glorious as he stretched me. When he took his time pulling out, I saw the glisten of me on him. He must’ve, too, because he reached down and gathered some on his thumb before pressing it to my clit again.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned as I tightened my pussy walls around him.

“I can’t help it when you do that,” I whispered in a voice raspy with need.

He did it again, his breath harsh as I convulsed around his leisurely stroking dick. “I can see your pussy move when you do that.”

I barked out a hoarse laugh. “Imagine that.”

“Fuck, you feel good.” His pace increased but still remained too slow for my liking.

“Faster,” I encouraged.

“I don’t want this to end too soon,” he admitted as his crystalline gaze locked with mine. “I feel like I just got you back, and I want to savor this moment.”

“Vittorio,” I growled through gritted teeth. “We can do it again. As many times as you want if you will just. Fuck. Me.”

A guttural curse flew from him as he pulled my ass to the very edge of the counter. Right when I thought I might fall off, he hooked my legs over his corded forearms. Then he finally sped up, and I sighed.

Why? Why did he feel so much better than anyone else ever had?

Because we were made for each other.

His hips snapped at a rapid-fire pace, and each time he bottomed out, it took my breath away.

“Fucking Jesus,” he muttered as he watched his cock get swallowed up by my greedy pussy with each powerful thrust.

Since he’d abandoned my clit to hold my legs, I reached down and played with it myself.

“Motherfucker,” he gasped as he stared at my fingers between my legs. His head fell back, and his lashes fanned his chiseled cheeks. The cords of his neck were pronounced as his lips parted. Sweat trickled down his temple. I watched it roll over his jaw and drip to his chest, where it followed the valley between the perfect slabs that were his pecs.

He was stunning.

Pressure built within me, and I knew I was close. As if it was rippling through my body one section at a time, my muscles tensed. I knew he could tell, because his strokes grew as wild and frantic as my two fingers circling my clit. He was now fucking me so hard I could feel him damn near hitting up into my stomach.

Our sweat-slicked skin slapped as we connected.

Quiet grunts filled the air, but I had no idea if it was him, me, or both of us.

And then the dam burst.

With a scream, I came so hard, I soaked him. That time, a tidal wave of pleasure hurtled me through time and space. I was out of my body and out of control. He didn’t stop, which only prolonged those incredible sensations.

As the powerful contractions of my pussy faded away, I could hear us.

Each thrust echoed the wet sound, and I was mortified.

“Sonofabitch. Fuck. Holy shit, I’m gonna come so goddamn hard.” His fingers dug into the fronts on my thighs as he went absolute beast-mode on me. My tits shook violently with each savage thrust until he drove in especially hard and froze, buried deep. A primal roar burst from him, and I could feel the pulsing of his cock as it filled me.

Time lost meaning as we tried to get control of ourselves.

“That was so fucking hot,” he panted.

“Huh?” I gasped right back.

“You squirted on me.”