Chapter 23 #3
“Maybe we should test that theory,” she murmurs against my lips, her voice husky with want.
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” I agree, already planning exactly how I’m going to make her mind go completely, blissfully blank.
I grab her jaw and force her mouth under mine, claiming her with a bruising kiss.
My other hand snakes down her back and grabs her ass, pulling her hips close to mine. Bianca groans.
We break apart, panting heavily.
My ribs hurt with every breath I take but I don’t care.
If the voices go away when Bianca and I are intimate, then I’m going to give her the gift of peace.
And an orgasm, too.
I reach down and yank her shirt over her head before my hands reach the button of her jeans.
She lifts her hips as I pop the button and I help her shimmy out of the material, listening to it fall softly to the floor.
Her bra comes off shortly after, leaving her in only black lace panties.
My eyes lock onto her breasts.
I don’t care how many times I’ve seen them—they’re still the best I’ve ever seen.
I bring my hand up to palm her left breast, my thumb flicking over her pebbling nipple. “Beautiful.”
“You’re overdressed, Alessandro,” Bianca retorts. She starts pulling my shirt out of my pants, swiftly undoing the buttons.
She peels it gently off me, ever mindful of my injuries.
Her eyes trail over every nick, scar, and dressed wound before she looks up at me, her gorgeous eyes serious.
“The Calabreses will pay,” she vows before her hands dance over my belt. I help her undo my belt then pull down my pants and underwear in one smooth motion.
Bianca sighs with happiness when she sees my cock and I can’t help but smirk.
It makes a man feel good to know his girl is enthralled with him.
She drops to her knees and settles herself in between my legs.
Looking up at me through her lashes, she reaches out one hand to grasp the base of my erection.
I hiss, doing my best to not thrust too hard into her hand so I don’t hurt my ribs any more than they already are.
But fucking Bianca. She has other plans. She hums as she pokes out her tongue and swirls it on the head.
I hiss again and reach for her head but decide against it, my hand hovering a few inches away from her hair.
I don’t want to do anything she isn’t comfortable with.
But Bianca pulls herself back and smirks, taking my hand and putting it on her hair as she puts her mouth back over me and starts to bob up and down my length.
I groan aloud and thrust into her open, willing mouth as I hold her by her hair. Heaven. This is what heaven feels like.
And it’s Bianca sucking my cock.
She runs her tongue over the ridges of my dick as she tries to take more of me into her mouth.
I can feel her relax her jaw as much as possible to accommodate my size. I hit the back of her throat and we both groan.
The hair on my thighs rise slightly, prickling with goosebumps.
I clutch her hair tighter and grunt, before praise spills from my lips.
“So good, Bianca. Fuck. Bianca. Goddammit, yes, right there.”
Bianca moans in response and increases the pace, moving her hands to either side of my hips and hollowing out her cheeks as she swirls her tongue over my cock.
I fucking love this—I love the feeling of her mouth on me, the sloppy noises she’s making as she runs her tongue over my length.
It’s almost too much and I can feel pleasure start to unpool low in my stomach.
No. Not yet.
I abruptly pull her off me and she makes a small noise of disappointment.
She looks up at me disapprovingly.
I laugh at the look of betrayal on her beautiful face. “If you didn’t stop, I would not be able to fuck you. And I very much want to fuck you and feel you come all over my cock.”
Bianca’s face turns slightly pink as she swallows roughly. “What about for the second time?” she asks, looking at my cock hungrily. “But I am torn between wanting to swallow you whole and needing you to fill me completely.”
Fuck, that’s so hot.
For a moment, I almost allow her to finish sucking me off but I hold firm.
“No second time, not tonight. But I do plan on making you come multiple times.” I grin wickedly at her before I startle her by lifting her up. She squeals and wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to my desk.
“Alessandro! Put me down! Your ribs!” she protests.
Fuck my ribs.
I’ll happily go back to the hospital after this.
My erection presses against her stomach as I sweep all my papers off my desk before laying her down reverently.
I take a moment to look at her—lips swollen, eyes dark with desire, her breasts rising up and down as she breathes with her strawberry pink nipples puckered.
Even Aphrodite wasn’t as beautiful.
My hands slide down her body before I find the waistband of her underwear and quickly slide the black lace down her thighs, past her knees, and off entirely.
Bianca gets onto her elbows so she can look at me.
“You really should be careful,” she tells me.
“I don’t care,” I retort before I put my hands between her thighs and wrench her legs open, moving my shoulders between her ankles and kissing her leg, starting just above her knees.
My mouth waters at the sight of her beautiful pussy—all wet and pink and mine.
I lick a stripe from her core to her clit, groaning as I do so. “You taste so good, Bianca.” I bury my face in her center, licking and suckling at her folds, devouring her like a man starved. Bianca’s hands clutch my hair and she moans and grinds her hips into my open mouth.
“Oh God! Alessandro—” her breath catches in her throat as I bring my hand forward and start teasing my finger around her opening while my tongue focuses on her clit. I then ease a finger into her tight, wet heat.
“Relax, Bianca. You know I take care of what’s mine.”
Bianca’s chuckle is hoarse. “God I shouldn’t love that possessive language, but I do.”
Well that’s good to know. But she heeds my words, relaxing her inner muscles as I work her from the inside. “Good girl,” I murmur before returning my tongue to her clit and putting in a second finger.
So good, so good.
She cries out and I increase the intensity of my tongue, lapping at her clit as my fingers gently stroke and prod at her pussy.
I can tell she’s close. So close.
My fingers curve and hit a spot inside of her that she must like because she screams my name as she comes, her hands clutching my head as she grinds against my face, her whole body spasming, clenching tightly around my fingers.
My free hand roams lazily over her breasts as she comes back to herself, breathless and boneless in the wake of her pleasure.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” I chuckle darkly.
Bianca moans in response. “Thank fuck.”
I smirk as I move into position, my hand around my length, stroking as I shift closer to her.
I nudge my cock into her folds, moving the head, circling her clit. She moans again and opens her hips up even more, pushing herself up against me.
I chuckle and continue circling.
“Goddammit, Alessandro. Please,” she manages to get out.
Well, since she asks so nicely…
I line up the head of my cock and slowly push inside her. Bianca arches her back, taking me in another half inch or so.
I groan, moving my hands back to her hips and continue moving in with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, until I’m buried in her up to the hilt.
“Fuck. Bianca—I can’t get enough,” I moan then pepper the side of her neck with small kisses, until I stop and suck a bruise into the side as she writhes beneath me.
“Alessandro, move please,” she begs me, unable to stop herself from rutting against me.
I start to move, withdrawing slowly and entering her again and again. I look down at her, overcome with emotion.
“Bianca,” I breathe.
I move my hand up to cup her jaw, two of my fingers sliding inside her mouth.
Bianca instinctively sucks around them, licking to the rhythm I’m setting with my thrusts. “Such a good girl. Oh, fuck. You take me so well.” Bianca’s eyes roll to the back of her head and I can feel her legs start to tremble.
Her whimpers increase as her orgasm hits her full force and she screams around my fingers, trembling violently.
I’m no better as I watch her clench and spasm around my cock. I move my hand down her throat after she stops quivering, traveling down her body until I reach her waist.
I lift her hips, repositioning her body on the desk to suit my pleasure and start thrusting into her with abandon.
“So good for me. So perfect,” I pant out between thrusts. I move faster and she opens her hips wider, clearly wanting to bring me even closer to her as I pound into her relentlessly.
My thrusts start to stutter before my orgasm hits me.
I bellow her name as I fall off the cliff, my body shaking as I thrust into her a few more times as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
Once it’s over, I sag against her before gently removing myself from her. We groan as I slide out of her and collapse onto my desk chair.
My ribs are killing me and it hurts to take a deep breath, but again I don’t care. That was some of the best sex of my life.
“Bianca?” I ask, smiling at the sight of her limp body sprawled on my desk.
“Hmm?” It seems words are impossible for her right now. I smirk.
“So,” I drawl, unable to resist the opportunity to tease her while she’s still boneless and satisfied. “I take it the voices are nice and quiet now? Or did Giuseppe have some advice about your orgasm technique?”
“Fuck off, Alessandro.”