Gio

His lips lift into his infamous grin. “Hi, sweetheart.”

He lets his eyes wander over me from head to toe. “You wearing that?” he licks his lips.

“Oh, this old thing?” I tease, secretly thrilled.

He chuckles, “Babe, I already want to fuck you and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it all night if you’re wearing that.”

“Oh,” I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

Damn, I love that dirty mouth of his.

He checks the Rolex on his wrist. “I think we can make time.” He looks over me again, then winks. “If you want.” He says lower.

God, do I want to.

My core is tight, and I can already feel that I’m wet and ready for him.

“Yeah,” I say, the heat rising in my body. “I want that.”

He smiles a grin that stretches his lips and makes him look like a predator, ready to strike.

“Strip,” he demands. “Leave the shoes.”

I oblige. Slowly let each strap drop off my shoulders, then undo the zipper on the side of the dress, and let it fall to the floor in a heap of fabric.

“Fuck,” he whispers, running his thumb against his lip. “

I stand in before him in nothing but nude lace panties and the strappy heels. There was built-in support in the dress and I didn’t really need a bra, the look on Gio’s face says he doesn’t mind.

His eyes rake over my body before he lifts one finger and motions for me to come closer. I reach him in two steps, lifting my gaze to look up at him. He brings his hand to my breas

t then down to my ass giving it a squeeze.

“Jesus, Annie. You are absolutely stunning.”

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him say that. I reach for the shiny black buttons of his shirt, undoing each one with careful consideration. He removes the bow tie, tossing it to the couch. His jacket and shirt follow one after another.

“I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.” He whispers into my ear.

I flash a sinful smile as I drop to my knees in front of him. He slides down his pants and briefs exposing his cock in all its glory.

I wrap my hand around the base and stroke to the tip, he moans as soon as he feels me there. I lean in close, running my tongue along the length of his shaft and then pausing at the top to suck in the tip.

“Fuck,” he moans, a hot breathless sound.

I feel the power dynamic shift. This powerful rich man has all the prestige in the world, unless I’m on my knees before him. Suddenly, I feel drunk with control.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, collecting all the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

I suck him for a moment before sliding him deeper into my throat, taking as much as I can almost the entire way to the base.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that baby.” He’s breathless above me as I work him with my mouth. Sliding up and down on his cock.

“Stop,” he pulls me off quickly, before I can make him cum like this. “Not yet.” He leads me back to my bedroom and pushes me back onto the bed. His palm presses against my pussy as he leans over me. “You already wet for me?” he smiles as I grind against his palm, his question answered with just that movement.

“Please, Gio.” I moan.

“Yeah, I love it when you beg baby.” He winks.