Secret Italian Prince's Baby

"You won't," I said confidently. "You know what you're doing."

"The legacy..." he responded.

"The only thing that you're responsible for is doing the best you can. You can't control the future."

"Come here." I could see heat in his eyes. I moved closer to him on the couch. He moved me so that I was stretched out under him.

"You have a pureness, a simplicity, that I love." He kissed my cheek and bit the top of my ear then nibbled on my earlobe. "You're so easy to talk to. You make all of it sound so easy."

"It can be as easy or hard as you make it." I bit his jawline.

He began attack the side of my neck with the ferocity of a shark. My hands clenched into fists as I panted beneath him.

"I have to taste you," Massimo said. He flipped the bottom of my dress up and yanked my underwear down my legs. His face was buried between my thighs as I bucked upwards. His nose was rubbing my clit as his expert tongue lit me on fire. I had a strangled half groan that died in my throat.

"Come for me, cara."

I screamed as he picked up the pace and made my body shake. I could feel him picking me up. He had me stand next to the arm of the couch. My legs were too shaky to hold up. One arm was pulling me against his body.

"Your ass is fantastic," he said, giving me a light slap. "So firm. Round." He bit my shoulder before letting go. I could hear him pulling off his belt because his buckle clinked. Then he put the belt around my front. He pushed me down so I was bent over the arm of the couch. I could feel the head of his cock pushing into my body. When he was fully seated inside of me, I learned what the belt was for. He lifted me so I was a little closer to him every time he thrust inside of me.

I was already wet from my first orgasm, so the glide in and out was smooth. I was on my tiptoes as he moved the couch with each thrust. I could feel my muscles tightening around him, beginning to flutter.

"Ah," he said. As soon as I felt his seed spurting inside of me, I let go and my body clenched around him. He kept pounding inside of me as I gasped for air.

When he finally let go of me, I fell down on the arm of the couch.

"I don't think I can move," I said. "For at least a century."

"It was good for me, too, tesoro."

He picked me up and cradled me in his arms. I looked into his eyes. His hair was in a slight disarray from banging me so hard.

"I'll take you to a bed now," he said. "And we will repeat this experience."

His hands slid down my sides and laced together in the small of my back. "I want you again.”

I looked up at him. He had the face of a fallen angel. I was ready to whisper, "Yes."

He held my hand as we moved through the room. A few moments later, he was bring us into his bedroom. During the short walk, his hand never left mine. If I weren’t enchanted by his eyes, maybe this wouldn't be happening. But for some reason, I was absolutely fine with the fire that I could see in his eyes.

He pulled me into his bedroom. Then he peeled my remaining clothes off as easily as shucking shrimp. I was naked and beneath him as his warm mouth descende

d on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. He rocked his erection against my softness. I whimpered as the tip of it explored the outside of my core.

"Last chance to say no," he groaned. "I won't be able to stop in a minute."

"Yes, Massimo," I said.

The intrusion of his cock made me scream. It felt incredible as his body invaded mine and claimed it as his own. His hands came down to pin my wrists against the mattress as his hips picked up steam. I looked into his eyes and felt his all-consuming focus on this moment. Just two people in a bed. Nothing else in the world.

When I fluttered around him, he withdrew and let go of my wrists. I immediately protested, trying to grab his hips and bring him back into me.

"So impatient," he said, a smile in his voice. The darkness of his hotel room meant that I only caught a ghost of a smile.

"Come back," I growled. I moved him so that I could sit in his lap, straddling him. I tilted my head back so that I could kiss his mouth, his jaw, and his ear. "You smell good," I told him.

"You smell even better, bella," he whispered before he bit the top of my ear.