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“Paul!” I cried out, and my body shook and shuddered as I came again.

I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly in his grasp. His tongue lapped at the juices trickling out of my pussy, then went back up to suckle my clit. It was so sensitive that it seemed that he ripped my next orgasm from me, pleasure and pain intertwined in a web of fire within my body.

He kissed his way slowly up my stomach, with one hand he gripped my breast, his fingers squeezing into the tender flesh almost painfully. His mouth clamped down on my nipple as he plunged his fingers inside me.

I buried my face into his shoulder to muffle my scream.

His fingers curled, twisting inside me maddeningly. When I was on the brink of another orgasm, he withdrew his fingers and pulled away.

I cried out in protest, as he left me aching and empty. I needed him to fill me, to take me.

He stood and dropped his satin boxers to the floor, releasing his rock hard cock from its confines.

“Please, please, fuck me please,” I begged him.

He was on top of me before I could blink, his chiseled, muscular body pinning me to the bed. He nudged my legs apart, and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my pussy. I raised my hips up toward him, needing more. I needed all of him.

“Eager, are we?” He chuckled, then plunged himself inside me to the hilt, stretching me open wide.

“God, oh god,” I moaned, burning my face in the crook of his neck. His unshaven stubble brushed across my face roughly, and the scent of aftershave and sweat filled my nose

He pushed into me with excruciating slowness at first, giving me time to adjust to his wide girth. I grew wetter and he pushed into me harder and faster.

I clenched around his hardness and he placed one hand over my mouth to muffle my scream as I came on him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him in even deeper.

“You’re mine,” he growled, roughly thrusting into me.

He moved his hand to wrap lightly around my throat, I gasped and shuddered under the slight pressure of his touch.

“Yes… yours,” I whimpered.

Swiftly pulling out of me, he buried his head between my legs again, lapping the juices that covered my slick pussy. His fingers spread me open, and his tongue moved inside me, pushing me over the edge once again. I ran my hands down the rippling muscles in his back. My back arched as I came, burying my face into my pillow.

Sliding up, Paul once again kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He slid his hand under my ass, lifting me up to meet his cock. He rubbed the head back and forth across my wet slit until he finally entered me again. I pulsed around him, as orgasm after orgasm rocked through my body.

Paul groaned as he continued to slam into me. I clung to him, nails raking down his back.

“Gia!” he said, twitching and jerking inside of me, filling me with his heat.

I am his.

Chapter Seventeen

Paul

I woke to Gia tangled up around me, her leg tossed over mine, her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually spent the night with a woman. But she was different. She was alluring, she was quick-witted, and while naive about many things, she had a backbone of steel hiding under those delicious curves. I was fairly sure she’d march right after me and drag me back to bed if she wasn’t done with me yet. Her determination, her stubbornness. She had gotten under my skin from the moment I met her and refused to leave, regardless of how hard I had pushed her away from me.

I lifted her arm from where it rested across my chest and slipped out of bed, trying not to wake her. She looked so peaceful, so content, she made me feel peaceful too. Desire, ambition, drive… I was used to those. But peace was something new. I wanted to just look at her for a while, but when I had finished dressing, Gia called out to me.

“Paul? Where are you going?” she asked me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“I need to report to Angelo. He’ll want an update on last night,” I told her.

“Oh, right. But we need to talk later,” she said, studying me.

“We’ll do lots of things later, I promise you,soubrette,” I replied, grinning wickedly at her as I left her room.