𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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"Don't rip it, it's a unique piece." I pant between kisses, my hands fighting with the lapels of his suit jacket as he backs me into the wall right next to the elevator.
"I would never." He murmurs with a smile, helping me take his jacket off as he slowly reaches for the straps of my dress. "It's Dior." Carefully pulling down both at the same time I take my bra off as I watch him kneel before me. His hands roam every inch of my upper body until he reaches my hips, where he pauses to look at me. Desire clouded his eyes, silently begging me for permission.
I nod, tangling my fingers inside his hair and resting myself against the wall for further support.
"Eres la mujer más preciosa que he visto jamás." He switches to Spanish and if I already wanted him to rip my clothes off and fuck me until I forgot my own name I don't even know what I want him to do to me now. (You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.)
"Fuck me, Miles. Make me scream your name so loud everyone out there will know who is the man ruining every single part of me." I beg, digging my nails into my scalp hard enough to leave a mark.
"It will be my pleasure." He whispers, bringing my dress all the way down with my underwear too.
His touch feels like fire burning through my skin, and when I look at him right before he presses his mouth into my center I can't help but shiver. My legs almost give out. Whenever he looks at me, I melt, but when he does it from down there, when the only look on his face is the need to satisfy me it's like every part of me combusts.
"Fuck." He sucks on my clit and I dig my nails deeper into his scalp, smiling to myself when I notice him moaning in satisfaction.
I knew he would like pain.
Putting both his hands around my thighs he opens my legs further and starts sucking harder. He knows exactly what he is doing. It's like he can read me like an open book. And I have never been this happy about someone figuring me out so well before.
"You are— hell, you are too good at this." I have had my share of sexual partners and not one gets even remotely close to his skill level.
"Going straight to my ego." He stops for a second, looking at me with a proud smirk.
"Shouldn't have said anything, you are already smug enough." I would be too if I fucked half as good as he does but he doesn't need to know that.
"You want me to stop?" He asks, that prideful look of his still there.
Grabbing his chin I look directly into his eyes and whisper, "Don't you fucking dare."
"Now that's what I thought." He smiles again, grabbing my right leg and putting it over his shoulder to give himself a better angle.
