Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 25 - Thanksgiving [Part 2]

Sorry this took so fucking long to write.

Chapter 25 - Thanksgiving [Part 2]

"Valentina," Daman lightly shook me awake. My eyes flickered, adjusting to the bright daylight that was shining into the room through the sheer white curtains.

"Mmm?" I groaned, too lazy to open my eyes.

"Wake up, I have the day planned for us."

"Okay, just five more minutes."

"Nope!" Daman chuckled and fumbled with the sheets. I felt the mattress move beneath me and I opened my eyes to find him straddling me.

"Daman, get off. I'm seriously tired. In case you've forgotten, I had to fly here in the middle of the night and spent the following day following you around at the beach."

"I remember," he bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips.

"You complained about it all day yesterday. At the beach," he kissed the side of my neck, "when we had lunch with the company members," he placed his lips on my breast, "and after dinner."

"Okay, whatever." I tried to push him off but it was no use. Instead, he bent under the sheets moved his head in between my legs.

"Daman!" I tried to pry him away but by body instantly went weak when his finger brushed against my clit. Even though I had underwear on, his touch sent lightning bolts through my body. He finally pushed the cloth aside and gave me a long slow lick. His hands were gripped on my sides, giving him full control to press my body into the mattress to prevent me from moving away.

"Please, go a little faster baby," I begged, needing him to give me more skin-to-skin contact. I tried to encourage him with my soft moans, and finally, he picked up the pace and began to lap his tongue around my center in movements that were quicker but still too slow.

Less than a couple minutes in, he paused and lifted his head up. I glanced under the sheets to see what stopped him.

"Are we awake now?" He grinned.

"I hate you, you annoying little--" I was cut short when he quickly pushed two fingers into me, earning a sharp gasp to escape my mouth.

"Oh my...fuck," I groaned.

He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them dry. I squirmed under his grip at the sight of the erotic action.

"Okay," he began to move away from his position on top of me, "time for breakfast."

"I don't think so," I quickly stopped him by locking my leg around him and springing myself onto him. Now, I was straddling him.

"Ooh, someone's awake and kinky as--"

I stopped him by placing my hand over his mouth. "Shut up and fuck me."

I unraveled my leg from his hip and lied back down on the bed. I parted my legs and lifted them off the bed, granting him access.

He shook his head at the gesture. "Hands and knees," he demanded.

I quickly obliged and resembled my body to his liking. Everything I did was to Daman's liking; pleasing myself included making sure that I was pleasing him. Of course the sex itself was an experience, but I died for the praise and dirty talk Daman gave me during.

So there I was on my hands and knees, twitching with desire. I could hear him rearranging himself on the mattress, preparing to enter me, but the seconds of preparation felt like minutes.

"Hurry up," my mouth moved for me. As the words left my mouth, I knew I would be punished for the demand--not that I cared.

Daman brought his cold hand down on my bottom, spanking the tender skin. My body jerked to his touch, and I arched my back up, eager for more.