Sinking to my knees, I lick my lips at the sight of his hard length, tasting myself again. Raising my eyes to his, I’m unsure of how to do this. I’ve never actually done it before. I want to make him happy, I want this to be good for him—so good.
Touching my mouth to the tip of his cock, I kiss him there. My eyes stay focused on his, looking up through my lashes. He smirks, the blunt resting between his lips as he reaches down with his hand and cups my cheek.
He takes the blunt away from his lips, blowing the smoke down at me, his other hand moving from my cheek to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I part my lips as he tugs my head back. His eyes never leaving mine, they focus on my own as he slowly sinks down my throat.
Massimo drops his chin, his lips curling into a grin. “Fuck, you feel good, dolcezza.”
Pride bursts throughout my entire body at his praise. I want to make him feel good, I want to show him that we can work, that this will work, always. Massimo growls as his hips work faster, his cock sinks farther down my throat with each thrust.
“Fuck,” he growls, stopping.
He’s still down my throat, my lips stretched wide as I continue to look up into his eyes. Sliding one hand up the inside of Massimo’s thigh, I gently begin to massage his balls. My other hand, I slip between my legs and start to touch myself.
“Fuck,” he repeats before he shifts his hips, taking a step back from me.
I lose him from my mouth, my hand falling from his balls. I open my mouth to say something, to ask if I’ve done something wrong, but he must read my question before I ask because he shakes his head.
“Keep touching yourself, I want to watch.”
“On the floor?” I breathe.
There’s a moment of silence, then he reaches down and picks me up, carrying me over to the bed before he sets me down on my feet, my legs wobbly.
“Turn around, bend over, I want to watch you from behind while you make yourself come.”
“But I want to look in your eyes,” I whisper.
His lips curve up into a small smile. “You will next time, this time I want to watch and I want this view. This time it’s for me, next time for you.”
“Next time?” I breathe.
He lets out a chuckle, leaning forward, his lips brushing mine before he speaks. “I want five before we leave here, Pippa. One for every year I was away and couldn’t make you come on our anniversary.”
“Massimo.”
“Turn around, dolcezza.”
Slowly, I do exactly what he asks, reaching for my dress, I pull it up the rest of my body, throwing it to the floor, then unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms until I’m completely naked. Leaning over the side of the bed, I slip my hand between my legs and tilt my hips back.
Licking my bottom lip, I slide my fingers through my folds, dipping them inside of myself before I circle my clit. I do that over and over until I feel my body’s desire to just focus on my clit. I forget about standing, about being watched, about everything as I search for my climax.
My hips jerk beneath my touch, moving with my fingers as I climb closer and closer toward my release. It doesn’t feel anything like it did while I was alone and touching myself over the years.
With Massimo watching me, I feel sexy, wanted, desired and although I can’t see him, I know without a doubt that Massimo is enjoying every moment of this. All thoughts of sexiness, of desire, they completely disappear as my hips take over, my body almost not my own as I come.
My thighs shake, moans and whimpers escape my lips before I let out a short cry. My arm trembles as I attempt to continue to hold my body up. Massimo is immediately behind me, one of his arms slides around my waist to hold me up and support my body. At the same time, he buries himself inside of me to the hilt.
My head flies back as I let out another cry, this time because he’s stretching me, filling me expertly full. His other hand wraps around the front of my throat, pulling me up, forcing my back to arch while his hips move.
“Touch your clit, I want to feel you come around my cock, dolcezza,” he growls against my ear, his warm breath washing over me.
“Yes,” I moan.
He hums, “You want that, don’t you? You want to come?”
“Please,” I whimper.
He laughs softly, his fingers tightening around my throat at the same time his hand around my waist slides down between my legs and I feel his fingers with mine.
“We’re both going to play, Pippa. You’re so fucking hot. I’m never leaving you, not ever again, beautiful girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
MASSIMO
Pippa is completely sated, and snoring lightly when I leave her in the room alone. I lock the door behind me so that nobody can get inside to her. Though, they couldn’t anyway, not with the security that this place has.
I left a note next to her so that she would know that I’m in Arlo’s office and to text me before she leaves so that I can come and escort her. Security has been notified and will be watching her door for any movement and alert me.
I know that she’s safe in this building, Mia has cameras that cover every fucking square inch. However, I don’t fully trust anyone with her safety, not the way that I trust myself. Too much fucking shit has happened, plus there’s the little fact that whoever shot her is still on the loose.
I’m hoping that when I get to the bottom of whatever the fuck Erin has going on, I might just tie up the
