She attacked my shirt and fumbled the buttons open. Her delicate hands slid up my chest, and every nerve erupted in flames. I had to have her. I had to take her right here on my desk. To hell with everything else.
This woman was not my niece. She was smoking hot, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I would risk the whole world to feel her hands on me.
Her hands found their way behind my back, and she pulled me toward her. She scratched her fingertips down my stomach and yanked my belt open. She raked her fingernails up my thighs and drove me wild.
I dove in and kissed her hard and deep and fast. She kept gasping and forgetting to kiss me while I slipped my fingers inside her bra. She squealed when I pinched and rolled her tight, hard nipples.
I leaned over her, tilting her back on the desk, and she wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me in. My cock ached to feel her, and I groaned in agony when she lowered her hand between my legs and started massaging me through my pants. I couldn’t stand this.
I crammed her skirt the rest of the way up and grabbed both sides of her panties. She stared up at me with drunk, wild eyes while I slid them down and dropped them on the floor. Now nothing stood between me and her.
She glided my zipper down, and her maddening little hand darted into my boxers. My prick pulsated in her hand, and she started stroking me. Fuck, she turned me on like nothing else!
She pushed my pants down, and my naked cock lay exposed and hard as a rock in her hand. She leaned back and guided me between her legs.
Her glistening crimson slit opened for me, and she fell back, supporting herself on her arms. Her sex-intoxicated eyes drown me in madness, and I propped myself over her.
I started kissing her more slowly and deliberately, and the whole scene slowed to a standstill. Her mouth told me she wanted this. Her body seethed beneath me and opened for me to take her.
GIA
Isaw myself spreading my legs to steer Leo Evangelista’s hard, bare cock between my legs. A little voice in my mind kept telling me I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop myself.
He felt so fucking hard and hot in my hand. My pussy quivered, driving me out of my mind. I had to feel him in there. I fantasized about Leo for years. Now, here he was leaning over me, getting ready to take my virginity exactly the way I always dreamed.
His mouth wouldn’t let go of me. He kept kissing me, and his ice-blue eyes consumed my being. He stroked against me, but he didn’t drive in like I hoped he would.
He glided his thick shaft between my swollen petals, and my honey coated him down to the root. I whimpered and rotated my hips back in time to that mind-blowing rhythm. I needed him so badly. Why didn’t he take me?
My juices made him slippery and maddeningly hard, but he still didn’t plunge all the way in. I leaned back and tried to pull him in with my legs, but he only slowed down.
I wanted to cry. I wanted him so fucking bad, but he only eased back, kissing me gently. It took all my courage to finally kiss him, and now I found out he didn’t want to.
I dug my fingernails into his back, but he only straightened up and pulled his prick out of my hand. “No, Princess. It isn’t right.”
“Yes, it is…” My voice cracked, and I reached out to take hold of him again.
He didn’t stop me from squeezing and stroking him while we kissed, but he didn’t rise, either. He kept getting farther and farther away, even as his cock throbbed hard and stiff at my touch.
When he pulled away the next time, he didn’t let me restart. He took hold of my hand and took it off him. “No, Princess. You can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes. You can!” I heard my voice rising in panic. I had to. I couldn’t come this far and not go through with it.
“You’re a virgin, Princess. You have to keep yourself pure for whoever you’re going to marry.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he laid one finger on my lips to silence me. Then he got busy pulling up his pants and buckling his belt.
That twisted the knife worse than anything. I ached for him. I ached in general. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I wouldn’t have waited this long if I didn’t have this stupid Italian tradition hanging over my head.
“You aren’t ready,” he went on.
“Yes, I am. I’m more than ready.”
“You might want it, but you wanting it doesn’t make you ready.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m supposed to protect you, not steal your virginity from whoever you’re going to marry.”