A Touch of Sin |18+|

11

VALERIO

My lips were on hers the instant the door shut behind me. I couldn't keep my hands off her, far too gone to even consider anything else.

"This is your home?" she asked, her voice still husky from the throat fucking. Just thinking about it sent an unfathomable amount of adrenaline through me, forcing the blood to rush to my dick until it was bordering on painful.

It didn't matter that I already came. I needed to feel her, not just on my dick but on my tongue too. It was excruciating.  I wanted—no, needed to give her the pleasure that she deserved. I needed to hear her moans—see the face she made as she climaxed on my tongue.

It had been way too fucking long and words couldn't describe how badly I wanted it.

Her hands were on my shoulders, taking my jacket off and I dropped my arms just for a moment. The jacket fell to the floor, and my hands were on her again. I sucked her lower lip, pulling a moan out of her chest as I reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands.

I moaned with her, enjoying how full she felt underneath my fingertips. Her tits were pressed up against me and her arms were around my neck, holding me close to her.

There was nothing separating us besides our clothes and the urge to rip her dress off her body hit me so fucking hard it took everything in me to stop it.

Her dress was pretty, and Alani would kill me if I ruined it.

"Very beautiful," she murmured, referring to my house. I smirked at her compliment. If she wanted, I'd show her around later.

I kissed her jawline, moving her head to the side with my fingers just below her chin. On her own, Alani exposed her neck to me—giving me all the access I wanted. I traced kisses along her collarbone until I found the small dip at the bottom of her throat.

My arms circled around her waist and I blindly undone the watch on my wrist while my lips never left her soft skin. She smelled so good. It was fucking intoxicating. The next thing I removed were my cufflinks. Why do I have so many clothes on? I couldn't focus on anything else besides ridding our bodies of clothes so I could feel her bare skin against me.

Just as I was about to unbutton my shirt, Alani laid her palms on my chest and managed to push me away. She took a few steps back, wiping her mouth with her hand but it couldn't hide the sly smirk on her lips. I paused. What the fuck was she up to?

"Don't be rude. You have to give me a house tour," she said innocently, shrugging her shoulders. I narrowed my eyes at her.

The first time she teased me, I could have possibly let it slide. But it was evident that her goal was to rile me up and judging by the way I glared at her, it was fucking working.

I still had pent up anger from the brief encounter with my brother and if she kept up her little act, she was going to be the outlet for all my frustration.

"Don't play with me right now, amore," I warned, taking a step closer while I slid my tie off.

She smiled, kicking her heels off and my eyes followed hers as she dropped down a few inches. "I'm not playing with you."

Alani set her hands on her hips, breaking eye-contact to inspect the interior of my living room.

I bet she didn't even care about it.

"Who designed this—fuck!" her sentence was cut short by me bending down to fling her body over my shoulder.

Alani squealed, and I gave her a sharp smack on her ass as another warning. "Be still," I said, and she froze in my grasp. "Good girl."