And that thought alone, pushed me over the edge. I felt it from my toes to the tips of my hair. It was like an electric shock, sending waves through my body and sending me to heaven.
This man was a walking, talking orgasm.
He closed his lips over my swollen clit and sucked it with force.
“Enrico!” I cried out, my entire body shaking violently as waves of pleasure smashed through me. This had to be heaven.
My feet met the cold hardwood, a stark contrast against my heated skin. With a seductive zipping sound, my dress loosened and fell down my legs, pooling around my feet. I forewent a bra since the dress had a built-in one and now I stood naked in front of him while he was still dressed.
Then, as I watched him under my lashes and with labored breathing, he stood up, then rid himself of his socks, followed by his dress pants and shirt. God, he’d been commando this whole time! My mouth watered at the sight of him naked. Olive skin covered every hard plane of his muscles, making me salivate. I wanted to lick every inch of him.
I had no idea from where he produced a condom, but I was grateful at least one of us was thinking. The damn thing didn’t even cross my mind. I watched him rip the condom wrapper with his teeth and then roll it onto his length and just the act of it was a whole new brand of porn.
“You know, if you record yourself rolling on a condom, I bet you’d make millions on an Only Fans page,” I rasped, my eyes locked on his shaft. “Or TikTok,” I noted reluctantly.
I hated the idea of anyone seeing this man’s naked body. I wanted to claim it as my own. Claw any bitch’s eyes out if they dared look his way.
Jesus, that’s kind of violent for a one-night stand, I mused in my head.
His finger trailed over my breasts, twisting one nipple, then the other. My back arched into his touch. His musky scent overwhelmed me and I realized, I’d never be able to eat chocolate without thinking about this.Him!
“Get on the chair,” he ordered. The sound of his low, gravelly voice made my heart stutter.
My gaze flicked around the room until I saw the chair he was referring to. It was close to the window and my heart hammered against my ribcage. I opened my mouth to question him whether he really wanted me there, but the intense look in his eyes told me everything.
With my heartbeat drumming, I padded across the room and lowered myself onto the chair, its cool material like ice against my searing hot skin. Never wavering my gaze from him, I scooted backwards, watching him approach me like a predator ready to devour its prey.
“Open your legs.”
A trickle of arousal made its way down my inner thighs. Good God. The man had made me climax twice already and my pussy was still greedy for more.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Dolcezza,” he purred with a dark warning.
Fuck it. He wanted evidence of my arousal, he’d get it. I spread my legs open, leaning against the soft back of the chair.
“You going to get down on your knees for me, Enrico,” I drawled lazily, my voice huskier than I’d like it to be. “You ready for the next round?”
Enrico’s lips tugged up and he actually seemed to like my temper. Lovely. I, Isla, had officially lost my mind.
Despite being naked, he looked like a king as he walked towards me and to my shock he got down on his knees.
“Anything for my queen,” he purred, then buried his face into my pussy.
He ate my pussy like a starved man who knew this was his last meal.
When we finally collapsed into bed five hours later, I was thoroughly fucked. My lips were swollen and stubble marks covered every inch of my fair skin. Not to mention bite marks. I’m sure the look on my face was testament to the fact that I had been to sex heaven and back.
I woke up to dark eyes staring me down, five inches from my face. I screeched. She didn’t. I scooted away like she was a plague, pulling the sheets up to my chin.
“What the fuck?” I hissed.
She didn’t answer. In fact, she didn’t even flinch. My eyes darted next to me to find the bed empty. Jesus, where in the hell was Enrico?
“Who are you?” I spat, glaring at the woman. She was pretty. Dark hair. Even darker eyes. Petite. Olive skin that made you jealous. It was easier to hide your emotions with that kind of skin complexion.
Again, no answer. “Where is Enrico?” I asked, tiredly.
She reached over to the nightstand and all the wrong scenarios twisted in my mind. She’d kill me. She was a psycho. I could see the front page already - Jealous ex-lover kills a one-night stand.
Get yourself together, Isla, I scolded myself mentally.
I startled, jumping out of my skin, when she pulled out a photograph. So fucking weird.
She flipped it over and my heart stopped.
It was Enrico’s wedding photo. And this woman… she was his wife.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
TO BE CONTINUED
