She holds her hand over her heart. “I’m honored you feel that way.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll be back soon.”
She waves her hand dismissively. “Take your time.”
I walk out of the kitchen in the direction Massimo went, searching the vast home for him.
The place is like a maze and if it weren’t for Mia as my guide, teaching me the layout, I’d be lost.
A grunt catches my attention from behind a slightly ajar door and I peek through, my mouth watering when I see Massimo in what appears to be a home gym.
He has his top off and is only wearing a pair of gray jogging pants as he lifts heavy weights on a bench. Rivulets of sweat bead off his chest and his forehead as he works out, grunting.
I clench my thighs together, as my mind instantly goes to the gutter.
Mia is right. A month ago, I’d never care what Massimo wanted or go in search of him, and now I can’t help but be concerned by his odd behavior.
Normally, he works out in the mornings, not after work.
Once he sets the weights down on the floor, I knock gently on the door.
Massimo turns, eyes zoning in on me. “What are you doing in here?”
I let myself in and shut the door behind me. “Mia and I are going to order Chinese food and I wondered if you wanted to join us?”
His eyes narrow. “Is that really why you are lurking around the corridors looking for me?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Not exactly. I noticed you don’t seem yourself.”
He arches a dark brow. “Is that right?” He walks toward me and it’s impossible to keep my eyes off of his chiseled body. The sweat dripping from his skin accentuates every dip and valley of his muscles and the low hanging sweatpants draw my attention to the V disappearing beneath them. “Look at my face, princess, and not my body.” He lifts my chin with his finger. “I don’t appreciate being objectified.”
I laugh, but it doesn’t sound right to my ears. “But it’s okay when you objectify me?”
“Yes, because you are mine.” The air escapes my lungs as he kisses me passionately and I know in that moment that when I went searching for him, this is what I was looking for. I’ve become addicted to this man’s touch despite being certain I’d never let that happen.
When we break apart, there’s a strange look in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
His throat bobs as he swallows and shakes his head. “No.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head and laces his fingers in my hair, yanking me closer. “No, I want to fuck you, princess.” He pulls me around and forces me to kneel on the weights bench in the room, lifting my skirt up. “Good girl,” he purrs when he sees I’m not wearing any panties.
The past couple of weeks he’s been so insatiable I don’t bother putting them on anymore, as he always tears them.
I shudder as he grabs my ass cheeks roughly and parts them.
“This is exactly what you were searching for, isn’t it?” A thick finger thrust inside of me, making me groan. “So wet and ready for your husband’s cock.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, knowing how much he loves it when I call him that.
And then he buries his face against my pussy, sucking on my clit. “Fuck,” I cry, arching my back as he works his tongue in and out. He groans as he licks my pussy, driving me toward my climax like a pro.
“How is that your pretty little cunt is so fucking sweet?” he breathes against my skin, before thrusting three fingers inside of me.
I moan unrelentingly as he works his magic, his tongue swiping and sucking at my clit while he fingers me.
My jaw clenches as I rest on the edge of oblivion, knowing one more move from him will send me over the edge. He knows it too, as he plays with me, letting his tongue skirt around my clit.
And then I feel his teeth there and he nips softly. It’s all it takes for me to tumble into the abyss.
“Massimo,” I scream his name, shaking violently on the weights bench as he continues to lick me through it.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my face.”
I groan as he continues to lick up every drop of my arousal. My eyes rolling back in my head as he doesn’t let up, pushing me higher and higher.
“I could do this the rest of my life, making you climax over and over with my tongue.”
“Massimo,” I breathe, clawing my fingernails into the bench beneath me. “Please.”
He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “What are you begging for now?” He spanks my ass hard. “Arent you satisfied?”
I shake my head. “I need your cock.”
“Greedy Paisley.” He makes a tutting sound. “Isn’t it only fair that you taste me first?”
My mouth salivates at the prospect. “Yes,” I pant, knowing that I’d have his cock in any hole right now.
He walks around and stands in front of me, either leg straddling the bench. The thick outline of his cock is visible in his sweatpants. “Take it out.”
I do as I’m told, reaching forward and pulling his waistband down until it bobs out. He’s not wearing any underpants.
My stomach flutters as I grab it and tug on the thick length of him, groaning as the deep ache inside of me only increases.
“Open wide, princess.”