Marco cursed in Italian under his breath and shot her a look filled with frustration. She chuckled, for she experienced that same crazy urge to get him naked and on top of her—or under her, or sideways.
She rested her hand on his knee, tapping it a couple of times in a silent message of comfort. He placed his hand over hers, and his warmth enveloped her skin. “Does the partition often break?” she murmured.
He smiled. “Never.”
“Maybe it’s a sign,” she said playfully. “To take things slow.”
Marco circled his index finger on her hand, the gentle and unassuming touch hardening her nipples. An unbearable ardor overpowered her, and she didn’t need to touch her cheeks to feel their heat. She couldn’t wait to have his long olive finger touching her intimately. A splash of apprehension blended with excitement. The driver was taking them to Marco’s place.
The contract she signed earlier stipulated he wouldn’t force her to do anything against her wishes. She’d be in his domain, though. What if he completely changed his mind and killed her? God, she really had to quit watching all those Lifetime movies.
“Where’s the bold girl who stripped in my office earlier? The one who promised me a worthy performance?”
She had taken her clothes off because that had been part of a script she’d created. She’d had time, albeit brief, to think about a strategy to get his attention and get her way. And now…now she’d have to deliver the goods.
“Are you having buyer’s remorse?” she asked, in another attempt to keep the mood light.
He lifted up her chin so she had no choice but to look deep into his eyes. “Never.”
She half closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side and hoping he’d kiss her. But he stroked her jaw and stared at her without making any headway. “Why not?” she murmured.
He leaned down until his mouth brushed her earlobe. Tingles multiplied inside her, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms. “Because this is a new driver and I don’t want pictures of me screwing the pastor’s daughter online.”
“Oh,” she said, unable to hide her disappointment. “That’d be bad for your image.”
“I’m more worried about your image.” Definitely. How would she be able to pass as his lovely bride-to-be to his dying grandmother if pictures of her ass leaked all over social media?
Minutes dragged until they were finally driven into the underground garage of a high-rise building in Manhattan. He ushered her into an elevator, and just their luck, a couple of teenagers argued inside about a rock band’s new song. Marco kept her close to him, his hand biting into her skin, and the nearness alone sent little thrills of excitement through her.
The elevator arrived at the top floor with a ping, and when they exited, she realized they were at the foyer of his penthouse. He snatched her to him, kissing her with such wild passion she almost fell back. She linked her arms around him and celebrated inwardly when he scooped her up. She’d appreciate the decor of his place later. Now she preferred to dive headfirst into this naughty ocean of sensations.
The one thing was obvious about his place—the size. By the time he eased her onto the mattress in his bedroom, her breaths came in small gasps. One more second and she’d be completely breathless. He began to undress, flinging his jacket across the floor without much fuss. When he pulled the shirt over his head, she sat. She’d felt his taut muscles, but now she saw them.
Her pussy clenched, the pearly cream filling her snatch. He caught her looking, and when he moved, the well-defined pecs and ridges of his six-pack bunched. Wow. This man… “It’s like John Cena and Bruce Wayne had a son,” she said, then realized she’d shared her nerdy comment out loud.
He grinned. “I’ve never been much of a Batman fan, but I’ll take the compliment.”
“If you’re not a Batman fan, we may need to rethink all this,” she said, circling her index finger.
“Don’t worry, tesoro mio. I’ll take you to Gotham City tonight,” he said, and glided her on the bed until her feet touched the edge. He slid off her underwear, and she inhaled sharply. Within seconds, he disappeared between her legs, and she threw her head back.
This is really happening. She braced herself mentally that he’d second-guess, but nope. She watched him blow on the skin of her thigh, and resolution filled her.
He cupped her pussy, his hot breath causing tingles. Moved by instinct, she squirmed, slightly swaying her thighs, but he hooked his hands under her ass and kept her in place. He licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she mewled, a strand of pleasure arrowing up and down her body. Whatever reason had brought them together, she wanted him—wanted this, and the degree to which she responded stunned her.
If he continued this way, she’d visit Gotham City a lot sooner than planned. He licked her folds and buried his head between her thighs. She thrust her hips into his mouth, and without delay he sucked her. A loud moan left her lips. She didn’t mean to sound so dramatic, but there was only so much she could take. He thrust his tongue into her, his nose pressing into her twat.
She bucked, and soon spasms rode through her, and it took her a few seconds to catch her breath. “Holy Batman.”
He licked every drop of her then worked his way up, giving her belly openmouthed kisses. She quivered, so soon, already recognizing that powerful craving fueling up inside her. He chuckled against her breasts, a hearty, manly sound. He knew exactly how much she needed him, and she couldn’t save face. “You taste delicious,” he said. “Wanna try?”
“Yes.” Yes, to everything, a savage part of her shouted.
He dipped down and kissed her, his tongue bringing her own tangy essence to her palate. Tasting herself made her feel as primal as an exotic, foreign dance. She dove her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the warmth of their skin-to-skin contact. He broke the kiss, tracing down her neck, and she moaned.
“These are huge tits for a pastor’s daughter,” he said, cupping her breast.
“What are you going to do about it?”
He grinned. “I’m going to fuck them.”
Chapter Four
Marco pulled her to the edge of the bed, then slid out of it himself. He wanted to play with her breasts, but it’d be easier if he didn’t crush her with his weight. So, he positioned himself in front of her, and she took the hint, cupping her tits and pressing them together in an irresistible offer.
His blood rushed hot and thick to the tip of his cock, where pre-cum bubbled as his underside veins expanded. He wouldn’t last long, but merda, he needed to last for her. Smiling, she loosened her grip on her tits, just so he could thrust his dick in between the fleshy mounds.
Oh, the sensations engulfing him… He could die now, with his cock nicely squeezed between her silky, firm tits, and he’d be absolutely okay with that. He stared at her, unwilling to jerk away his gaze. She was a showstopper. A blush covered her face, her eyes were semi-closed, yet she still managed to look at him as if she wanted to learn how to please him. He swallowed; his throat had never been this dry or thick. He moved his dick on her, heat radiating from her chest.
A groan or two escalated from the depth of his lungs. Soon, she massaged her tits on him, the jism from his tip a natural moisturizer. He clasped her hands, showing her exactly how he liked her to touch him, guiding her. He increased the pressure, the rhythm, enjoying how her blush deepened but she kept looking at him, her eyes darkening to a Christmas-tree green.
“You know what? I want to taste you, too,” she said, and before he replied, she’d palmed his rod and dipped down.
He threw his head back, his temples throbbing with excitement. She licked his length, her tongue lazily gliding on his cock. Meanwhile, she cupped his hard, heavy balls, putting just enough pressure to get him to growl.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? You like it dirty.”
“I like it dirty with you,” she said, then resumed provoking him, this time running the tip of her tongue along his rod.
Dio. She worked him to the point of no return. He was a breath away from coming, and the thought played in his mind. How delicious would it be to release himself inside her sinful mouth, while she kept her sexy eyes on his, swallowing every last drop of his seed? The image sent a spasm through him. He would fuck her mouth again and give her a good, hot load, but not this time. He touched her wrists, pulling her away from his rod, and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”
“So bossy,” she said, but did as told.
“Batman didn’t get to where he was by being nice now, did he?”
“Point taken.”
She splayed her hands and knees on the mattress.
“Lift your ass up.”
She glanced over her shoulders. “You’re out of control.”
He brushed her belly, and she quivered, her back arching. What a sight. Sighing, he watched her for a moment in complete silence, tension stretching the air between them. He didn’t want to ever forget this moment, even when she was long gone from his life. He hoped, even, that despite the unavoidable outcome at the end of their contract, he’d keep the sweet image of the gorgeous woman surrendering to him, with her delectable breasts bouncing down, her strawberry-shaped ass in the air.
Later, when the contract ended, she’d be indifferent to him, and maybe he’d feel the same way toward her. She might even foolishly try to get more out of him. Right now, he’d enjoy every second in her presence…every minute he’d bought.
“Is my ass so big you’re changing your mind?” she asked in a light tone, yet he sensed nervousness in her voice.
“Your ass, like the rest of you, is overwhelmingly perfect,” he said, nudging her thighs farther apart. “In the near future, I’ll give it all the attention it deserves.” The idea of plunging into her back entrance until he exploded teased him, but he knew he’d have to ease into that with Lily. He wanted to make it enjoyable for her, to have her rough moans filling the room.
Now, he’d focus on the wet, tight pussy he’d touched. He played with her folds just enough to confirm how much she wanted him to screw her. His gut clenched, his body throbbing for release. If he waited longer, he’d come in his hands.
He pulled her woman lips apart and plunged into her. She gasped, and for a moment her back arched, like she was getting used to having him inside her again. He took a sharp intake of breath, reveling in the exquisite sensation of her walls clinging to him without any barriers. Having sex without a condom wasn’t something he did often, but with Lily… He had to give in to the raw need to claim her completely, free from any restraints. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight. So tight and perfect. If I wasn’t a second from coming, I’d suck your pussy all over again,” he said truthfully. He’d loved her musky scent, the way her tender flesh responded to his tongue.
He leaned over her and searched for her clit.
“Oh, yes. Right there. Touch me, Marco.”
Damn, he liked it when she called his name with such urgency. Her plea encouraged him to delay his own pleasure—as much as he could—and tease her, rubbing his thumb on the nub.
“So good,” she said, breathless.
Now that she was distracted, he moved his rod inside her, earning another moan. He retreated, and when he thrust into her, he tapped her button with his finger, furthering the torment.
“This is… I feel so complete. Like you’re inside all of me.”
Her words pumped adrenaline into his bloodstream, dizzying his head for a moment. Complete. His heart skipped a beat. Damn it, that’s how he felt, too. Like nothing else mattered as long as he buried himself inside her. Snap out of it, man. He blinked and continued the naughty dance in and out of her, gradually upping his rhythm. “One day, I’ll fuck both your holes. I’ll ram my cock into your gorgeous ass while working a vibrator into your greedy pussy,” he said, needing the safety net of dirty talking.
“That sounds so good. But won’t it hurt me?”
“I’ll make sure you’re more than ready when it happens. Will you let me, Lily? Will you let me fuck you any way I can?” he said, his body rigid with tension.
She rocked her hips into his cock. “Yes. God, yes. I’m coming from talking about it.”
Strands of a powerful, exhilarating climax moved through him. Furiously. Madly. “I’m stuffing your cunt with my cum, baby,” he said, breathing out. “All for you. Do you want it?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Oh, God,” she said, and quivered, finding her own peak.
Driven to the brink, he let go, and his body shook as he exploded inside her. Joy stirred him, a powerful force that he had never experienced before. He slammed into her one last time, feeling every ounce of strength deserting him as he released himself deep inside her. That organic exchange, so simple and raw, caused him to smile.
Gradually, she lowered her body, and he realized he was too heavy for her, so he eased her onto the mattress and rolled to the side.
He ran his hand down his face. His heart carried on the frenetic beating for longer than he cared to count.
“I can’t move. I’m destroyed,” she said. “Can you wrap me in the sheet like a burrito and hand me to your driver?”
“What makes you think my driver is up this late?”
“Or request an Uber. That might be better. I need to hit a drive-through, anyway. I’m starving.”
Starving. He slid out of bed and slipped on lounging pants. Then he walked around the bed. She remained still, with her ass in full view, her head to the side. Smiling, he wrapped the sheet around her.
“What, what are you doing?” she asked, her eyes reaching her hairline.
“I’m following your command, tesoro,” he said, amusement dripping from his voice. If his employees, or hell, if his brother heard him talking this way, they’d deem him a lunatic. He lifted her from the bed, and she clutched the sheet to cover herself.
“I wasn’t speaking literally. I can wear clothes before I leave.”
He made his way out of his room, and only when he reached the kitchen did he put her on the stool at the marbled island. “There.”
“Where’s my ride?” she asked.
“Do you really think I’d let my driver or anyone else see you like this?” He bet the new guy would drool if he saw her so adorably bare. A possessiveness he wasn’t used to—not when it came to women—poked him. Nonsense. Blaming it on his post-sex haze, he willed the sentiment away.
“Well, I don’t want to overstay my welcome. The contract didn’t specify sleepovers. I’m assuming that after the deed is done, you’ll want me out of your hair. You know, to keep this real and not like the Shakespearean poems.”
She had a point. Sleepovers could blur the lines quickly… Unless, of course, they did little sleeping. “I think there’s a wide range between reality and love sonnets.”
“True.”
He kissed her nose then ran his finger along her cheek. “Besides, it’s my duty to feed you. I helped you burn calories. Now let’s replenish them.”
…
Lily wrapped the sheet tighter around her. She sat on a tall stool in front of the large marbled island. “What do you have in that big, bad fridge?” she asked, pointing at the stainless-steel monstrosity with a built-in TV on the door. Everything in his kitchen was modern, white, and pristine.
He leaned onto the island, his fingers drumming the smooth surface. “What do you want?”
She cleared her throat. Her pussy still throbbed from the sex aftermath, a tingle filling her breasts. Maybe she should have taken an Uber and just left. Why did he waste time being nice to her? They’d had sex, and now they had nothing to talk about. Unless they screwed again. “If I say clam chowder or grits, is it going to magically appear before me?”
His lips broke into a smile that clawed its way into her heart and squeezed it. “I can have it delivered.”
“I bet,” she said, then chewed on her lip.
For a moment, they stared at each other without words to distract them. Ever since she was a
kid, she’d always won stare wars because she managed to keep from laughing or blinking for the longest time. Her forgotten talent came in handy as she fought hard not to lean over the island and kiss him.
“I have an idea,” he said, breaking contact first. “Are you allergic to seafood?”
She shook her head.
“Good. I’ll make you one my specialties,” he said, and turned around to fetch two pots from the cupboard.
She watched him get some organic, expensive-looking pasta from the pantry, as well as spices from the rack, and start working the stove. “Do you cook for all your, er, purchased lovers?” she asked, regretting her question the second it flew from her mouth. What else could she call herself?
He tossed her a glance over his shoulder then opened the freezer and produced a bag with precooked shrimp and scallops. Really, it shouldn’t matter what he did with other women, anyway. A lot of guys were douches and pretended to be something they were not. At least with Marco, she knew what to expect from day one.
“I’ve had girlfriends before. You’re my first purchased, temporary lover.”
The confession brought a silly reassurance to her. She crossed her legs in a vain effort to keep her essence from seeping through the sheet and staining his stool. “Don’t you say that to all of them?”
“No. I always put contracts in place, even with girlfriends, to protect my interests. But this is the first time I’ve signed a contract with much tighter clauses.”
“So you don’t pay your girlfriends for sex?” She admired the way his bare back glowed under the kitchen lights. His gorgeous, dark olive complexion enhanced the well-defined muscles and wide shoulders. Black lounging pants outlined his perfect ass.
“No.”
“Then why contracts?” she asked, curious. It wasn’t like he was marrying them and needed a prenup.
He continued to cook, but she didn’t miss how his muscles tensed for a bit. He probably didn’t get asked these things every day. Maybe she should leave this get-to-know-me question for later. Sure, they were hooking up, but did that mean she had to keep it super light all the time? Without giving in to curiosity?
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