Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 27 ~

His hands curled around her hips, hauling her against his body as his tongue flicked against hers, causing her to moan; a sound that shot through the both of them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life. Like the other kiss, this set off all kinds of pleasures along her body and she didn't want it to stop. However, the brick against her back told her that making out with this man outside her dad's house was not smart. Well, shit, making out with him in general, wasn't smart. So, with an effort that she didn't know she had, she broke the kiss and pulled away, looking at him.

His eyes were slightly dazed and fuck if she didn't want to see what they looked like when he was buried deep into her and holding onto her wrists. His slightly plumped lips lifted up and she cocked her head to the side. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but she had a clue. "What?" she asked.

"Your eyes speak volumes. They are eating me up, do you know that?"

"I gathered. Do you want this?"

"Fuck me, I do. I shouldn't, but I do." His hand came up to play with her hair and she smirked.

"Then take me to a location where no one else is, and fuck me, Adriano." He blinked and nodded, taking her arm and leading her back to the car, a lot calmer in her anger now, but revved up in other ways. He helped her in, his hand brushing over her ass as she climbed into the car and the growl behind her told her he liked what he felt. She had to admit, she liked what she felt too.

As soon as she climbed in and sat down, her head hit the headrest. Was this a good idea? Fuck to the no! But she had no doubt that he was having issues like she was and the only way to go about getting rid of it, was by taking care of it. And they were both adults enough to know that. And, of course, acknowledge it, then step back, and go on about their way. She turned her head to look at him as he climbed in. His head turned her, his eyes flashed again, and a sexy-as-sin smirk fell on his lips, causing her to cross her legs tightly.

His hand shifted the gear shift and out the driveway they flew. Usually, with her sexual exploits, she wasn't much of one to take charge or tease. She usually let men do what they wanted and pleased her how they saw fit unless they weren't pleasing her at all. But as she glanced down at that hand on the gear shift, she couldn't help but take it and put it between her legs. His eyes glanced at his hand before it started rubbing her pussy through her shorts, causing her to moan.

"Fuck, I've never had a woman do that, Ignazia." She pushed her hips more against his hand, knowing her heat was seeping through the clothes.

"Yeah, shall I stop?"

"God damn, no." His foot hit the gas pedal even more and before she knew it, he was pulling into the driveway, and into the garage. He turned to her, wrapped his arms around her, and drew her over his lap, crushing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, and one she loved. Her lips fought his for dominance as his hands yanked on her shirt to tug it over her head and tossed it in the front seat. In this car, at this moment, the thought of her body wasn't something on her mind, and by the way he was caressing her, his hands moving up her sides to cup her breasts, he wasn't thinking about it either. His hips lifted up to press against her aching center and she moaned. God, he felt so hard and so perfect against her that she couldn't stop her own hips from rubbing against him.

Her fingers danced over his chest for a moment before they moved down to his belt buckle and started undoing it. But his hands that were rubbing her breasts through the bra quickly grabbed her wrist gently. She broke the kiss to stare at him with dazed eyes, not sure what the hell was going on. He wanted her, she felt that, so why stop?

"I'm not fucking you in my car, Ignazia." She glanced around and then looked back at him.

"It wouldn't be my first time." With that, she leaned over to kiss him again, but he pulled his head back and unlocked the car.

"One, I hate fucking someone in a car, I don't find it hot. Two, I really don't care for how the smell of sex lingers in the car. Not that I mind the smell, I just don't like everyone who happens to get in my car to know my business." And with a move she wasn't expecting, he wrapped his arms around her and got out of the car. Her legs locked around his hips and her arms flew around his neck. She didn't think he had it in him to lift her up and by the chuckle he released, he could see that thought on her face. "You aren't as bad as I made out." Without giving her a moment to process that, his lips were back on hers as he walked them to the wall, pushing her roughly up against it, not that she minded.

Her fingers slid through his hair as she let out another moan once her back connected to the wall. She wasn't certain where the longing for the man came from; after all, he was quite the jerk to her, she just knew it was there, and that even the briefest coming together would be enough to get him out of her system, of that she was certain. She pushed against him even more, rubbing against the hard-on settled between her legs. Her hands slide down his neck and over his chest to start undoing his jacket and shirt, wanting to feel so much more from him.

He broke the kiss to shed his shirt, along with hers, and undid her jeans, pushing his hand between them and running his fingers over her center. She arched against his hand, her head resting on the wall, and his lips brushed along her neck as he pumped his fingers faster. She whimpered, loving the feeling but knowing it wasn't enough for her.

"Adriano," she moaned, and he lifted his head up from her neck to look at her. "I need you in me, fucking me, not your fingers." He smirked and pushed her shorts off, setting her down long enough to remove them and undo his pants. Once he got them down, he lifted her back up, pushed her hard against the wall, and then pushed into her, causing her to cry out. No one was ever quite that rough with her, and she loved every fucking second of it. Her nails ran over his arms and his shoulders, feeling the flexing of his muscles along the way and it caused her to become even wetter.

"Fuck, Ignazia, what the hell is causing you to be so wet?"

"You," was her simple answer. He pushed into her even more, and she leaned forward, running her tongue along his neck before nipping and sucking. And the action caused him to speed up, pushing into her even faster. She whimpered again, sucking even harder, neither of them caring above their own pleasures.

"God damn, don't stop," he mumbled, and she smirked. She never would have pegged him as the type of man to have his neck sucked on, but he sure seemed to move harder and faster when she started. He ran his hand along her back and over her ass, holding her even tighter as his pace picked up, pushing her even more roughly against the wall. She was sure there would be abrasions and they would show in her dress tomorrow but fuck if she minded.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Adriano, I'm so close," she whispered in his ear as she finally broke away and tugged on his lobe.

"Let me feel you, Ignazia." She cried out as he shifted slightly, his dick now rubbing her sweet spot and she shivered as her arms clutched him tightly while she came, her hot breath fanning his neck. "That's...it," he grunted, his hips still pushing into her. "Again." She shook her head, not knowing how she could come again, but his actions didn't stop, and she could feel the pressure build up once more inside of her.

"Adriano," she whispered, and he pulled back to look at her. His eyes locked with hers as he thrust faster into her, his dick hitting that spot over and over. Within moments, her cry echoed in the house again as she came for the second time, her tightness squeezing him and causing him to follow. He growled as he came, his mouth buried against her neck, his lips kissing along her vein. She closed her eyes, the feelings overwhelming her.

What was she thinking? Of course, that shit was hot, he was hot, and he knew it. He also knew how to please women, there was no mistaking that simple thought. But she was wrong. Boy was she ever fucking wrong, and she was going to be paying dearly for that. Because this one time, as great as it fucking was, was not going to be enough. She was going to crave him like a kid craved sugar. He was fast going to be her addiction and given the shit show of a life she was currently living, not to mention the fiancé he had, this was something she couldn't have. A hit it and quit it was not going to work here and she now knew she was royally fucked and had no way to get out of it.