40. Chapter 40
Iache for him, my every nerve ending on fire as I stare at the outline of Morello”s hard length straining against his pants. I have to have him, need to taste him, to soothe the ache in my core that only he can fill.
In one swift motion, I drop to my knees before him, my hands shaking as I undo his belt buckle.
His cock springs free, thick and throbbing, his head already leaking in anticipation.
”Oh, fuck,” Morello groans, his hands fisting in my hair as I take him into my mouth.
I moan around him, an overwhelming sense of power surging through me as I feel him shudder under my touch.
My tongue swirls around the head, savoring his salty, musky flavor.
Slowly, I slide him deeper into my mouth, my throat constricting around his girth.
I know I”m playing with fire, but the high stakes only turn me on more.
”Alina, baby,” he groans, his voice a mix of pleasure and restraint. ”Fuck, you”re killing me.”
He pauses.
”And I”m more than okay with dying this way. Holy fuck, you”re good at that.”
I look up at him through hooded lids, my mouth full of his cock, a naughty grin on my face.
This very real man, the formidable FBI agent Morello, reduced to moans and curses by my touch.
It”s empowering and freeing, like nothing I”ve ever experienced before.
I bob my head faster, taking as much of him as I can, my tongue swirling around his shaft and teasing the sensitive spot just underneath the head.
”Oh my god, the throat. Yes,” he rasps.
I love the way his fingers dig into the couch, as if he”s battling for control.
I know deep down that he”d never hurt me, but the primal part of me thrills at the idea of him losing himself to my touch.
”Ah, fuck, Alina,” he moans, his voice gritty with restraint. ”You”re gonna make me...”
That”s all the encouragement I need, knowing his pleasure is completely within my control, and mine alone.
I suck harder, my moans vibrating around his length as I use my hands to massage his balls.
His cock twitches in my mouth, and with a roar he comes, spilling his release into my waiting mouth.
As I swallow, my core throbs with envy. I want him inside me, deep, to feel that power, that connection.
I stand up and straddle him, my wet core inches from his face. ”Your turn, Agent Morello,” I purr, running my nails down his chiseled abs.
Morello
My hands grip the couch as Alina straddles me, her wetness dripping onto my face.
Her scent fills my nostrils, intoxicating me as my cock still twitches from what has to be one of the most epic blowjobs I”ve ever received in my life.
I can”t get enough of her.
As I lap at her pussy, her moans spur me on, pushing me to give her the release she so desperately needs.
Her nails dig into the leather of the couch, her body trembling above me.
”Oh fuck, Morello,” she moans, her hips grinding against my face. ”Don”t stop. Right there.”
I can feel her tensing, and I know she”s close.
I redouble my efforts, my tongue plunging deeper inside her, and swirling around her clit.
”Yes! Oh God, yes!” she screams.
I chuckle, the vibrations shooting straight to her core. ”Call me Vincent, . I want to hear you scream my name.”
My tongue continues to dance over her sensitive spots, my fingers sliding inside her, teasing her, stretching her, preparing her for what”s to come.
Alina”s moans fill the air, mingling with the sounds of the city outside.
”Vincent,” she moans, her voice shaking with need. ”I”m close, I”m so close.”
”That”s it, Alina,” I growl, my voice thick with arousal. ”Let go for me.”
Alina comes, her juices coating my face as she shudders above me.
I drink her in, every drop, relishing in her pleasure.
I love the way her body clenches around my tongue, the way her nails dig into my shoulders.
I”m lost in her, consumed by her.
I don”t care that we”re in danger, with the world crumbling around us.
All that matters is her.
As her moans subside, I look up at her, my face drenched in her essence.
Alina”s chest heaves, her eyes hazy with lust.
”Damn,” she breathes out, collapsing on the bed beside me.
I stand up, naked, my cock rock hard once again, and lead her to the bedroom.
”There”s more,” I growl.
With a groan of desire, I push her onto the bed and flip her onto her stomach, her hands pressed into the cool headboard.
She gasps, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with desire.
Unable to resist, I once again bury my face between her legs, this time from behind.
She gasps as I slip my tongue into her entrance, almost sending her leaping off the bed.
She moans, loud and wanton, as I lick and tease her swollen bud from behind.
I lap up her juices, her taste addicting me like nothing else.
”Morello,” she gasps, her nails digging into the sheets. ”Vincent fucking Morello!”
With one last, hard flick of my tongue and a deep, steady thrust of my finger, Alina shatters, my name on her lips a keening cry of release.
Her entire body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
As her orgasm begins to subside, I reach forward and entangle my hand in her”s hair, and she gasps as I pull her head back, exposing her delicate throat.
”You don”t know the things I”ve thought about doing to you, bella,” I growl.
My tone is rough with lust and need, and I notice her shiver involuntarily.
”Show me,” she breathes.
I can tell that she”s finally starting to trust me, even though she worries she shouldn”t.
My body aches for her.
I want to protect her and fuck her brains out all at the same time.
My cock throbs for her.
Slowly, I insert one finger inside her, then another, stretching her as she moans.
”Morello,” she groans, arching her back. ”I need you.”
I tease her entrance with my hard length, denying her the relief she so desperately craves.
She shivers at the sensation of my warm breath against her ear. ”I”ve wanted you like this from the moment I saw you, Alina.”
”And I”ve wanted you, Vincent,” she pants as her breath recovers.
I almost lose myself at the sound of my name on her lips.
”You”ve got me, baby,” I growl, lining up my cock with her wet entrance. ”Tell me to fuck you.”
”Fuck me, Vincent,” she moans, her voice hoarse with need.
And I do.
I plunge into her from behind, deep and relentless, our bodies slapping together in rhythm.
I can feel her walls clench around me, her nails digging into the bed.
Alina, without knowing it, has become my lifeline, my salvation in this dark world.
Thoughts of our dangerous lives, of the FBI, the mafia, all of it melts away as I sink into her pussy, our bodies molding together like they were made for each other.
”Oh, God! I”m close again,” she screams, her back arching.
My pace quickens, pounding into her, unwilling to let her go. ”But I want to be on top. Now!”
She twists her head to look at me behind her, her emerald eyes filled with hunger.
”Alina, are you sure?”
”Never been surer,” she breathes as I turn and lie on my back.
She lowers herself onto my thickness.
I fill her perfectly, stretching her as she clenches around me in ways I haven”t felt in years, or maybe ever.
My hands grip her hips as I guide her movements, our bodies meeting in a symphony of moans and gasps.
Our union is fierce, hungry, as if each thrust stakes a claim, a promise.
It”s as if we”re soulmates, fated to collide despite the odds.
Alina, the woman with ties to two very dangerous, powerful men, and me, the FBI agent sworn to take both of them down.
In some ways, we should have been enemies, but our love is a force of nature, unstoppable, unyielding.
Alina
I can”t believe this is happening.
Morello, of all people, the hottest FBI agent I”ve ever laid eyes on. The hottest man I”ve ever laid eyes on.
Our bodies are intertwined, moving in a rhythm that”s equal parts desperate and electric.
His strong hands grip my hips, guiding me up and down as I ride him, my soaked pussy clenching around his thick shaft.
With each thrust, fireworks explode behind my closed eyes, and a deep moan escapes my lips.
”Yes, baby, take it all. You”re so fucking wet,” Morello groans, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
His eyes, usually so guarded, are now full of raw lust and desire as they bore into mine.
The intensity of his gaze alone is just about enough to send me over the edge.
I lean forward, my breasts brushing against his muscular chest, and whisper in his ear, ”I”ve dreamed about this for so long.”
My breath is hot against his earlobe. It”s the truth. As much as I tried to avoid it, to stay far away as possible because of his occupation, I spent countless nights fantasizing about this very moment, but I never thought it would actually happen.
Morello”s hands slide up my thighs, his calloused fingers teasing my sensitive nipples, causing me to moan louder. ”Oh, fuck, I can”t get enough of you,” he growls, his hips bucking upwards, meeting my thrusts with an urgency that matches my own.
Our bodies move together in a primal dance, our hips slapping together as we fuck against each other, our moans and gasps filling the dimly lit room.
This feels surreal. After being pursued relentlessly by powerful men with ulterior motives, I”m now here, in bed with someone I initially identified as the enemy.
But in this moment, none of that matters.
All that exists is the two of us, lost in a sea of lust and desire.
As the tension builds within me, my nails dig into Morello”s biceps, my orgasm barreling towards me like a freight train. ”I”m...I”m...” I pant, struggling to form words.
”That”s it, baby, let go,” Morello growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he hammers into me one final time. ”God, Alina, you feel so fucking good. I can tell you”re getting close. Now, I want you come apart for me. Come all over my cock, baby.”
With those words, my world explodes into a shattered kaleidoscope of colors.
Cries of pleasure spill from my lips, my body shuddering around him as I come apart in his arms.
Morello isn”t far behind, his own climax shaking his entire body as he growls out my name like a prayer on his lips.
As our breathing slows, we collapse onto the bed, tangled up in the sheets, our hearts pounding in unison.
I can feel the weight of Morello”s muscular form pressing me down into the mattress, but I don”t care.
In this precious, stolen moment, only we exist.
”I...I should go,” I whisper, the reality of our situation seeping back in.
Without hesitation, Morello wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. ”Stay, just till sunrise,” he mutters, his voice gruff with emotion. ”Don”t go now, please.”
And, for once in my life, I don”t argue or run. I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of him as sleep slowly starts to claim me.
Tomorrow, the world could well come crashing down around us, but for now, we have this.
We lie tangled in each other”s arms, our bodies spent, our hearts pounding. I nestle into his strong embrace, my fingers running idle patterns on his chiseled chest.
”What now?” I whisper, dreading the answer.
His grip tightens around me, as if he could keep the world at bay forever.
”I don”t know,” he admits, his voice gruff with emotion. ”I just know I can”t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”
As my breathing slows, Morello pulls me back into his embrace, spooning my naked body against his.
”Shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through my damp hair.
”It”s just us now, Alina. Forget the world outside.”