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Just being around her sends all my control right out the window. I could chalk it up to being aroused by a woman for the first time in years, but I know in my soul that it’s so much more. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so obsessed with someone I’d just met. The need to mark her as my own is almost overwhelming. The need to claim her, breed her, bind her to me in every way humanly possible before we leave this damn locker room is driving me insane. There’s no denying it: she’s mine. Mind, body, and soul. Now that I have her in my arms, I’m never letting her get away.

“I don’t know…” her voice trails off as I grip her chin lightly between my fingers, tilting it upward and forcing her to look right at me. Her caramel eyes were shining with her unshed tears.

“Why are you crying?”I whisper, brushing my thumb across her cheek.

She takes a deep breath in, her eyes drifting shut as she nuzzles her cheek into my palm and sighs. “This is all so overwhelming.”

I lean forward and brush my lips against hers. Her eyes fly open as she presses her hands into my chest and stands. I slide my hand up her thigh, my fingertips trailing beneath the rough fabric of her dress and kneading the flesh below her ass cheeks. “The feeling is mutual.”

She shivers slightly, shaking her head, and I chuckle as I run my nose along the shell of her ear and inhale.

“You smell good enough to eat,” I whisper.

“Who said I wasn’t?” she responds quickly before ducking her head slightly. “Crap. I didn’t mean to imply anything. That kind of just slipped out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” I respond before leaning in closer and pulling her earlobe into my mouth and nibbling lightly on it.

A soft moan escapes her lips as I grip her ass cheeks in my hands and place her on the dining room table. Unable to stop, I trail light kisses down her neck, wrapping her hair around my hand and tugging slightly.

Maya drops her head back onto the table with a thud, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing comes in short gasps.

“You have no idea all the filthy things I want to do to you right now,” I whisper as my eyes flick up to hers as they widen in surprise.

“But where…” her voice trails off in a moan as I run my hand up her leg, dragging the material of her dress up her legs, exposing more of her flawless skin. She arches her back as her legs spread and my hand continues toward her warm center.

“He’s having a sleepover at my cousin’s house. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupted.”

Maya should be treated like the queen she is, but I can’t hold back for much longer. My need to claim her, to show everyone who she belongs to, is overwhelming.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?” I run my finger along her swollen lips, pinching her clit and rolling it slowly between my fingers through her panties.

“Do you ache for my cock deep inside you?”

The thrill of having Maya completely at my mercy is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. It would be easy to pull my cock out and fuck her blind right here in my dining room, but I resist.

“Just say the word, baby. Tell me what you need.” I bite down on her neck, unable to suppress the groan bubbling from my lips.

“You. I want you,” she says, barely above a whisper, as I lean forward and bury my nose into her pussy, inhaling deeply. I should stop this now and continue with the evening as planned, but now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no going back.

“Good, because I’m never letting you go.”

CHAPTERFIVE

MAYA

“Please,” I beg, my hips lifting off the table as Giulio drags his tongue up my lower lips, not even sure what I’m asking for.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve given myself orgasms, but this is different. It’s as if there’s a blazing inferno running through my entire body, unable to find relief.

Giulio pulls my panties to the side, sliding one finger between my lower lips.

“I need… I need…”

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want my chef knowing my fingers are buried deep inside your pussy,” he growls before nipping at my inner thigh and shoving another finger inside me, curling his finger and brushing against my G-spot. “I’d kill him if he walked out here and caught sight of you, needy and ready for my cock.”

I widen my legs, as his finger moves in and out, sending blinding pleasure through my body with each pass. “More,” I moan loudly before slapping a hand over my mouth.

Giulio pulls his finger out of me, and I whimper.


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