Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire (Guilty Pleasures #4)

“You are beautiful, Ella, and I’ll have no trouble f*ck

ing you senseless. You see, I’ve always wanted to do this.” Max smiled into her eyes as he began untying the pretty pink ribbon on the neckline of her skimpy nightie. Her nipples were hard, and showed prominently through the fine material. It was like unwrapping the perfect present. He saw she was aroused, but he could also see she was wary, too. That fact alone heightened his own arousal. His cock felt like hardened steel pressed against the inside of his shorts. When she’d first walked into the bedroom, he knew she had something on her mind. Well, if Ella wanted a night of hot loving to forget her worries, he would not disappoint her.

Max peeled the material back, exposing her ample breasts just enough to lick the dark brown areolas. She smelled like heaven and tasted divine. Her back arched and she gripped his shoulders more tightly. He knew then that her nipples were supersensitive, just the way he liked them.

“We’ll leave this sexy little nightie on a while longer,” he said, pressing her possessively onto the bed. When she went to remove her strappy gold sandals, he stopped her. “Leave them.” He’d never seen a sexier pair of feet, and he wanted to enjoy them. Each toe had been perfectly painted in hot pink. The vibrant color complemented the tan on her beautiful, long, smooth legs.

Kneeling between those sensual legs, he took hold of an ankle in each hand and raised them from the bed. Then he kissed each one in turn, savoring the delicate bone structure wrapped delectably in the thin, gold straps. He rubbed his thumb over the leather thongs, tightly buckled around her heel. “You have beautiful feet. I could just lick and kiss them all day long.” He then worked his way up each leg, caressing the smooth, tanned flesh with his lips and tongue. “Mmm.” He smiled into her eyes. “Open your legs wider, baby. I want to see what makes you a woman.”

“I want to, Max, but I’m embarrassed. It’s such an intimate thing to do.”

“Do it.” He raised his brows, and said more forcefully, “I won’t ask you again.”

When she complied, a soft moan of protest left her lips as he spread her legs wider still. “That’s better. There’s nothing I don’t know about you now.” Her beautiful, shaved p*ssy

glistened with arousal. It turned him on to see how wet her cunt had become.

“Oh, Max.” Her breathing seemed out of control. Her breasts heaved, and her stomach undulated with sexual desire.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, Ella.” Slowly he stroked a hand over her inner thigh, moving closer to her feminine folds. He loved seeing the anticipation in her eyes. Ella was very open to his touch. When he slid his index finger into her wet slit, she literally lifted from the bed, raising her butt high off the mattress to gain more pleasure from his touch. “Baby, you’re so responsive.”

“I can’t help it, Max. I need you.”

He wondered how long it had been since she’d last made love, but decided against asking. Realistically he didn’t want to know the answer. He guessed, by her reaction it had been a long time.

“You like this?” he asked, slipping his finger deep inside her cunt. Her gasp of pure pleasure told him the answer. “And this?” He drove two fingers inside her, and held them in place as he lowered his head to her p*ssy

. She cried out when he dragged his tongue over her slit. Her hands fisted into his hair, pushing him further into her feminine wetness.

“f*ck
ing hell, Max.”

He smiled. There was nothing like a woman’s sexual arousal to bring out the basest human language. “Yeah, baby. f*ck
ing hell is right.” He circled her clit with his tongue, and then sucked it into his mouth, drawing the exquisite pearl bead against his teeth. When her wanton moans intensified, he knew she was close to climax. He lifted his head from her sopping cunt and smiled into her eyes. He saw the frustration etched on her face.

“You bastard, Max. I was right on the edge, and you know it.” Her lips pouted petulantly.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just want to be inside you when you come for me for the first time.”

“Hurry, Max, please. Orgasms have never come easily for me, and that one was so close.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bedside drawer. He pulled out a pack of condoms. When he stood and removed his shorts, Ella moved across to him. “Give me that. I’ll do it.” He smiled, and handed her the foil pack. Ella seemed mesmerized by his cock. Her fingers grasped tightly around it, and stroked from base to tip, pumping it enthusiastically. He breathed in, controlling the impulse to f*ck

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