"Thought you didn't do this," she told him, her hands cupping his cheeks as her mouth descended on his. They both didn't, but the urge to possess, to take away, to control was there and they both needed it, desperately, especially after that near-run end.
"I don't," he told her, his hand snaking in her hair and tugging it, her lips breaking away from his. "But I don't think I can wait till I get home. And the need is too strong right now." She didn't fight it, not when she agreed. She tilted her head back, letting his teeth scrape along her neck, causing the desire to start to pool even more between her legs. "This won't be sweet." She chuckled, her nails digging into the suit jacket at his shoulders.
"It wasn't the last time either. Really, Adriano, I don't care." He tilted her head again and fused his mouth over hers, taking the moan she released. His tongue dived in, swirling around hers, and she battled him, shifting so she could rub her core over the hardness in his slacks, while his tongue did unknown things to her. She had never experienced a kiss as she had with Adriano.
He didn't just own her, he controlled her. He was dominating in such a way that she wanted to give him everything, and even though it was forceful, it was sweet. He took and yet he gave. He burned her up and yet he cooled her too. He made her breathless with heat and frustration, and yet, brought moan after moan past her lips. Never did she think she could experience anything like that again.
She also wasn't sure she ever wanted to give it up. Adriano said he wanted to date her, and she gave it a try, but now, she was fully in. Her hands moved to his hair, holding him there as she took what he gave her, passing on the message that she wasn't going anywhere, just like he was telling her. His need for her was so strong that he was going to do something he didn't do, just because he couldn't wait for her. What did that mean? What did that say? Who could ever fight that or be upset over it?
"You're thinking," he growled out, once more pulling her head back and the delicious sting of pain from her scalp sent a big whoosh of electric desire to her core, causing the wetness to grow. "And you're wet. I can feel you soaking your shorts. Fuck, Ignazia, I can't wait to feel that wetness covering my dick." Why were dirty words so fucking erotic? She moaned as she pressed against him even more, causing him to hiss as he attacked her neck, his lips latching on to the juncture of neck and shoulder, and he bit down before sucking. She wasn't one for love bites, wasn't a huge thing in her book, but God damn, feeling that she didn't care if he gave her a necklace of them, she just wanted more.
"I'm feeling. Everything you're doing, Adriano, it's making me hornier and hotter."
"Oh, I can feel that." The free hand that was on her hip, moved to the button of her shorts and he snapped them open. With an ease she couldn't understand, his hand pulled the zipper down and reached in, pushing the material aside of her panties and pushed a finger in roughly.
"Fuck," she hissed, her hips rubbing against the single digit that was brutal in its force and pace, but she didn't care.
"God damn, you're soaking. Fuck, I can't wait, I need to feel you on me." He pulled his finger out and stuck it in his mouth. She watched with hooded eyes and longing hit her. Once he pulled it out, her mouth captured his and her tongue sought his, enjoying the taste of both herself and him; the pleasure only escalating at that. He lifted her up while she still kissed him, and she shifted so that she could pull her shorts down and he could undo his slacks.
Finally, when they were pushed down enough did she eye him. Someday, she was going to suck him clean, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be today, not now anyway. Maybe if they made it home later and he took her again, she could finally taste him. She moved back over his lap, her hand holding him, and she let his grunts of pleasure roll over her. At least he enjoyed that simple thing; it was a plus for her.

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Protecting The Principessa (Complete)
RomanceAdriano Bonetti; womanizer, 2nd in command, douche, and now, Izzy's protector, a role he doesn't want since he doesn't like her. Ignazia (Izzy) De Santis; daughter of mob Boss Carlo De Santis, not your average looking or acting Principessa, unique...