“Oh, this old thing?” I tease, secretly thrilled.
He chuckles, “Babe, I already want to fuck you and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it all night if you’re wearing that.”
“Oh,” I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
Damn, I love that dirty mouth of his.
He checks the Rolex on his wrist. “I think we can make time.” He looks over me again, then winks. “If you want.” He says lower.
God, do I want to.
My core is tight, and I can already feel that I’m wet and ready for him.
“Yeah,” I say, the heat rising in my body. “I want that.”
He smiles a grin that stretches his lips and makes him look like a predator, ready to strike.
“Strip,” he demands. “Leave the shoes.”
I oblige. Slowly let each strap drop off my shoulders, then undo the zipper on the side of the dress, and let it fall to the floor in a heap of fabric.
“Fuck,” he whispers, running his thumb against his lip. “
I stand in before him in nothing but nude lace panties and the strappy heels. There was built-in support in the dress and I didn’t really need a bra, the look on Gio’s face says he doesn’t mind.
His eyes rake over my body before he lifts one finger and motions for me to come closer. I reach him in two steps, lifting my gaze to look up at him. He brings his hand to my breast then down to my ass giving it a squeeze.
“Jesus, Annie. You are absolutely stunning.”
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him say that. I reach for the shiny black buttons of his shirt, undoing each one with careful consideration. He removes the bow tie, tossing it to the couch. His jacket and shirt follow one after another.
“I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.” He whispers into my ear.
I flash a sinful smile as I drop to my knees in front of him. He slides down his pants and briefs exposing his cock in all its glory.
I wrap my hand around the base and stroke to the tip, he moans as soon as he feels me there. I lean in close, running my tongue along the length of his shaft and then pausing at the top to suck in the tip.
“Fuck,” he moans, a hot breathless sound.
I feel the power dynamic shift. This powerful rich man has all the prestige in the world, unless I’m on my knees before him. Suddenly, I feel drunk with control.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, collecting all the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.
I suck him for a moment before sliding him deeper into my throat, taking as much as I can almost the entire way to the base.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that baby.” He’s breathless above me as I work him with my mouth. Sliding up and down on his cock.
“Stop,” he pulls me off quickly, before I can make him cum like this. “Not yet.” He leads me back to my bedroom and pushes me back onto the bed. His palm presses against my pussy as he leans over me. “You already wet for me?” he smiles as I grind against his palm, his question answered with just that movement.
“Please, Gio.” I moan.
“Yeah, I love it when you beg baby.” He winks.
He grabs the lace panties and slides them down my legs, tossing them away. Trailing light kisses along my legs he works his way back up to my pussy slowly. “Just as I thought,” he slides a finger through my folds to find me already wet. “You’re ready for me.” I watch as he brings that finger to his lip, sucking my juices off.
He trails more kisses up my abdomen to the column of my throat until he reaches my lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” he asks, the tip of his erection so close to pressing into me.
My whole body is shaking, I want him inside me so bad, more than I’ve ever wanted someone.
“Yes. Please.” I moan.
“Yeah, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Gio. I want you to fuck me.” I writhe underneath his touch.
“Anything you want, baby.” He presses into me, eliciting a moan of satisfaction.
He feels like heaven inside me.
I meet each of his thrust, each time a small moan leaves my lips.
Stars linger in my vision as he pumps in and out of me in sweet succession. His touch on my skin is electric, one hand gripped onto my hip and the other around my head. Squeezing, feeling, loving.
He presses his lips onto mine for another burning, bruising kiss.
“Yes!” I yell as the beginning of my orgasm comes into sight. “Fuck, Gio.” I can barely even recognize my own voice as I whine and beg for him.
“That’s it baby,” he growls into my ear. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”
I feel the pressure explode from me. I scream, a deep sound as everything inside of me releases.
“That’s it baby.” His pace becomes more rushed and erratic until he comes undone with me.
I can feel the wetness between my thighs, his cum dripping out of me.
“You didn’t use a condom?” I ask in a breathless whisper.
“No,” he looks at me. “You’re not on birth control?”
I stand, going to the bathroom to wash away the sticky remains of our sex. “No. I’ll grab some Plan B. Don’t worry.” I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my waves are shaken up and my lipstick is smeared. I look well fucked.
“Why aren’t you on anything?” He asks, following after me. His arms wrap around my waist as he studies me in the mirror.
“I haven’t needed it,” I mumble.
Through the mirror I
