She’s just so fucking responsive, gasping and twitching with every lick, every nibble, and when I suck on her clit—
Shehowls.
My hips twitch up, humping the air.
Never want this to stop. Even as my tongue and jaw start to ache, even as my face flushes hot, I want to drag this out all night. I’m so hard that there’s a stabbing pain in my stomach, but I don’t care. Don’t care.
Allegra whines, grinding down against my face, and this is what triumph feels like. I’m on top of the fucking planet. I’ve never been power hungry like most men in the underworld, but as Allegra yanks on my hair and lets out a rough moan, I’d lay waste to whole cities if it meant hearing that sound again.
“Raul.” Love the way she says my name, so desperate and pleading. “Oh my god, Raul.Please.”
Alright.
Sliding one hand from her ass, down between her legs, I stroke a fingertip around her entrance. Allegra’s thighs are sweat-damp and trembling on either side of my face as I breach her, pushing a finger slowly inside.
“Oh,” she says, scrabbling for a better grip on the headboard. I stroke her inner walls, crooking my finger. “Oh.”
“You’re going to come for me.” My words are muffled, but I know she hears them. “You’re going to come on my face, Allegra De Rossi, and you’re going to stake your claim.”
Her breath catches, and I suck on her clit.
Allegra stiffens above me, muscles shuddering.
On and on and on, I lick her. Driving her to new heights, then drawing out her pleasure. She twitches and moans; she cries out, her whole body flushing hot. Moisture floods my tongue, and I keep licking.
I keep going even when she slumps, too greedy to stop until she flops off me and collapses by my side.
“Have mercy, doc. Oh my god. That was…”
I wipe my chin, grabbing my glasses so I can gauge her reaction properly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Her icy blue eyes catch on the painful tent in my pajama pants, and Allegra smirks. “My turn?”
Jesus.
My heart’s already thundering at a hundred miles an hour—and it’s her first time. No need to rush. My mouth twists, mind racing, then I push onto my knees with a groan. “Let me just…” I kneel above her, flipping her tank top over her tits. Her perfect, pert tits. God. “May I?”
Those nipples are hard as two bullets, pointing at the ceiling, and when Allegra nods, I can barely shove my waistband down fast enough.
“This is probably degrading,” she muses, wiggling to stretch out beneath me in a comfy long line.
I wince, gripping my shaft hard. “Do you feel degraded?”
“No.” She tilts her head, and her smile up at me is almost sweet. “I feel… worshiped.”
“You are.” I grit my teeth, twisting my fist around the head, stomach heaving with each breath. “Fuck, Allegra. You are.”
The mafia princess hums, happy as a kitten, and traces a single, teasing fingernail up my thigh. I choke out a low curse, curling over my fist, and jerk myself once, twice, three times—then paint the smooth, olive skin of her stomach.
“Sure hope you last longer when we finally fuck.”
I shake my head, biting back a laugh. “Don’t.”
“Well,youcan clean me up.”
“Allegra.” We’re bickering again, teasing each other like we always do, but it’s different tonight. Softer; filled with hope. And when I shrug off my t-shirt to wipe down her stomach, her wolf whistle makes me grin.
I trail kisses across both hips, then up to her nipples.