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Giovani grinned wickedly as I reached between us to unbutton his jeans, cupping the front of him. He smirked even wider as my eyes went huge at the feel of him.
He was massive, just like I suspected, and I licked my lower lip, wondering how he’d feel inside of me, how he’d taste.
I slid on top of him, the contact causing me to gasp as he tightened his grip on me. I breathed out, sliding back and forth on his cock. He watched me with lidded eyes, letting me do as I wanted as that feeling built again.
“Touch me,” I demanded, wanting his hands on me.
He obliged happily as he swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple, and I gasped as he drove me to the edge again.
He hummed, grazing his teeth across my breast, and I sloppily hurried my pace, chasing after that high I was looking for.
He bit down, tugging at my nipple just as I tumbled over the edge, gasping from the force of my orgasm.
But I needed more.
“Naughty girl. You came all on your own,” Giovani smirked, teasingly.
The moment I tried to move my hips, his hands tightened around them, preventing any sort of movement.
“Giovani,” I glanced up at him, pleadingly, a whine I couldn’t stop in the back of my throat coming out. “Please fuck me.”
Something in his gaze snapped and before I knew it, his hand snuck around my head, grasping my hair in his hands as he kissed me.
The taste of myself lingered on his tongue. It was odd and salty but not bad.
Giovani shed his pants with skill, laying me back down gently as he took himself in his hand, pumping a few times before he slipped on a condom I hadn’t seen him grab. I watched with wide eyes, wondering how on earth a monster of that size could fit inside of me.
His fingers dove back into me, and I cried out as he stretched them out inside of me, opening me up for him. Once he seemed satisfied, he aligned himself against my cunt, and I breathed heavily, both in fear and excitement.
I kept my eyes locked on his.
Do it. Take me, I wanted to say.
He listened.
The head of his cock pushed through my opening and I winced, not quite hurting but feeling the stretch. I hung onto the back of his neck, breathing through my nose. It stung, but not quite as much as I thought it would.
I gasped as he fully pressed into me, filling every inch of me perfectly until I was so full, I felt I could burst. I clenched down on him, testingly, and he groaned.
“Easy, carina,” he said softly, letting me adjust for a moment.
I clenched his arms as he leaned over me, my legs wrapping around his waist as we breathed together. At this moment, we were one.
“Merde,” Giovani cursed and then he began to move.
I gasped aloud as he plunged inside of me, the pleasure filling me. I writhed underneath him, but I was pinned between him and the floor.
His lips claimed mine as his pace increased. I tried my best to meet him, sloppily moving my hips to his, but I couldn’t focus on anything but his cock as he pounded into me.
He was so deep, fucking me harder and harder as he swallowed every inch of my gasps and moans.
That pleasure built in my stomach, sending shockwaves through my skin every time he slammed into me. It was building and building like a balloon. His lips moved to my neck, his teeth lightly biting at the skin and his breath burning as our sweat-soaked skin mingled together.
I couldn’t tell what was him or me any longer.
“Giovani,” I cried out and he cursed once more, his teeth digging into my skin roughly as he pushed into me one more time, and we were both coming undone.
There was silence, only the sound of us panting, and then Giovani was rolling off of me, laying on my side as his cock pulled out of me with a squish. I could feel something pouring out of my cunt, dripping onto the floor, but I didn’t care.
I turned on my side, my eyes meeting his as what we had just done washed over us.
I didn’t regret it, but there was a sense of shame.
Dahlia. What would she say if she knew what we had just done? This could ruin our friendship.
“What’s on your mind, carina?” Giovani asked, propping himself up on his elbow to watch me, “You’re distracted.”
He brushed my hair away from my face, cupping my cheek so gently, like I was glass that he could break.
“Dahlia,” I answered, worriedly. “I’m worried she’ll hate me.”
He frowned, pulling his hand back from me, “Do you regret it?”
“No!” I cried, grabbing onto his hand as I dove into his arms. They wrapped around me so naturally, as if this was where I belonged. “I can’t say I don’t like you and I definitely don’t regret it, but I’m worried about how she’ll react. She’s my best friend. I can’t lose her.”
“I like you, too,” Giovani chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “So, we’ll just have to keep it quiet until we know if we can work or not.”
I was smiling before I realized it, my heart bursting with joy to know he liked me too. We lay there on the floor, a mess together, but there was nowhere I would rather be as I soaked in his presence.
But eventually, I became uncomfortable with the stickiness.
The two of us got up in silence, gathering our clothes and pulling them back on. I watched Giovani button up his shirt, missing the sight of his bare skin but knowing this wasn’t the time.
“I don’t want Dahlia to see me leaving here like this,” I gestured to the mess that was my hair and clothes. “So I better be gone before they get back.”
Giovani nodded, a smile on his lips as he walked me to the office door. Right before I grabbed the doorknob, he pulled me in for one last kiss.
“I’ll see you later, carina,” he smirked, tracing the mark he had left on my neck.
I blushed, rushing out of the office as I heard his laughter echoing behind me.
Well, Damn.
I was so fucked–in more ways than one.
*Giovani*
Cigar smoke swirled around in the air as I breathed in the Cuban tobacco. Irish whiskey and a cigar was a perfect pairing, a swirling harmony of flavor, or at least to me it was. The study was quiet after Olivia left, but my thoughts were still racing in time with the clock.
The scent of sex still lingered underneath the smoke as I leaned back in my leather chair. The study was empty now, but I could still taste her on my lips.
My eyes kept lingering on the spot on the carpet where I’d fucked her. She was clearly inexperienced, more so than I thought she would be, but it was amazing.
The way she had moaned so deliciously underneath me, her little body clinging to mine as the pleasure tore through her… she was so sweet and so tight around my cock. Even just the taste of her was incredible, her fingers curled in my hair as she called my name with every breath.
