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Her hair falls over her face like strands of silk, and she tucks the lock hanging over her eye behind her ear.

Perfect.She’s just moved her hair away from her tits, and now I can get a better look at the deep valley between her cleavage and the way the ample flesh bobbles when she leans forward.

She’s straddling me as I lie back against the headboard, one arm tucked behind my head, the other holding a cigar. I probably look badass lying like this with this beauty on my lap, but she wouldn’t like to know that the smoking is my way of dealing with the worry of what I’m doing with her.

The other thing that’s helping me is looking at her. Any fucker with eyes would understand my debacle. How the fuck was I supposed to say no to her?

And after indulging on her for the last two nights, there was no way. The only thing to do was what I’m doing now.

I’m the fucker who’s screwing himself over because I can’t get enough of this woman and I want her to be mine.

So, while she’s straddling me trying to guess what my tats mean, I may be going insane with worry, but I’m savoring the feel of having her like this.

“This one looks complicated.” She circles her perfectly manicured finger over the Chinese characters lining the right side of my abs.

“It’s a story, Bellissima.”

“What is the story?” she asks with a sexy smile, and I take one last draw of my cigarette before I put it out.

“It’s about a boy who discovered that knowledge was power.”

Her face brightens with interest. “Really?”

“Yeah. He realized that he liked teaching others and it was better to give knowledge than hold power. It reminded me of myself, so I got it inked on me.”

She scans over the characters again. “That’s really cool. I’m scared of needles, and I think I might faint if I got a tattoo.”

“Would you now?” I bet she wouldn’t. I noticed that sometimes she underestimates herself.

“I think so. I wanted a body piercing. Actually, I wanted a lot of piercings, but I only got as far as the two in my ears.” She points to the two pairs of little crystal studs in her earlobes.

“They suit you. Where else did you want to get pierced, baby?” I take the opportunity to give her body a scandalous sweep. Those tits are going to get me in trouble. By the look of the sky, it seems it could be in the early hours of the morning.

Something like two or three a.m.

I have a class first thing that I’m going to be a wreck for if I don’t get some sleep. But the chance to fuck her again looms over my head, and there’s no way I’m not going to take it if I have it.

“My nipples,” the temptress says, and I nod.

I almost knew she was going to say that.

I shuffle to straighten up and reach for her breasts, running my fingers over the light pink nipples that darken at my touch and pebble to tight, taut peaks.

“I’m not sure I want anyone else playing with these. Rest assured, whoever gets to hold them won’t be thinking of just piercing them.” I lower my head and suck briefly on her left nipple.

“Don’t you think they’d just think of the art of piercing?” she asks with a little moan when I move to suck her right tit.

“Like fuck. There’s no way they’ll be thinking of art. I’m not thinking of art. I’ve never been thinking of art when I look at your tits.”

“What are you thinking about?” she teases.

“I think you know,” I answer, pulling her closer so her pussy lips rub against my cock.

I’m hard again, ready for her. I reach forward and run my fingers over her slick wet entrance. She moans at my touch and spreads her legs wider so I can get better access to stroke her clit.

She’s perfectly wet again and ready to be fucked.


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