Page 43 of The Don's Secret Heir

“Guess you’ll see.”

He dips his head, taking a nipple between his teeth and scraping it gently. I moan, letting out little “ohs”as he continues to tease me.

My thighs part instinctively and he curses when I start to bunch my dress around my hips, revealing that I’m only wearing a black thong.

His hands move down my sides, skating along my curves. His fingers trail across my thighs and I gasp in a breath, starting to tremble.

“That’s it,” he murmurs when I spread my legs. “Spread open for me,belissima.”

I bite back a moan as his fingers trail up my shaking inner thigh. He slides his fingertips through my lower lips, just barely grazing across my clit.

“Fuck. Dario,” I whisper. His eyes shoot to mine as he dips two fingers inside me.

My back arches off the bed and my eyes squeeze shut.

“Don’t,” Dario barks, arching his fingers up and hitting a sweet spot that makes me let out a low groan. “Open your eyes, Li. I want you to know who’s making you come.”

I force them back open and he hums, smirking slightly.

“Good girl.”

His words make something snap in my lower stomach and I dig my nails into his shoulder. He makes an almost growl in the back of his throat, still pumping his fingers. It feels so good I can’t breathe, can’t move, going stiff beneath him.

“You’ve been such a fucking brat,” he mumbles, as if he’s talking to himself instead of me, looking down at where his fingers are sliding in and out of my pussy. “Should make you come over and over, until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Pl-Please,” I whimper, my fists banging uselessly against the sheets as electricity shoots up my spine and I reach another orgasm, his dirty talk speeding things along.

“But I can’t wait,” he groans, removing his fingers and propping himself up on one arm. He pants, unzipping his slacks and pushing them down over his ass. His erection springs up against his belly and my mouth goes dry.

It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, had it inside of me, in my mouth. But I’d almost forgotten how well curved and big he was.

I whimper again and Dario hums against my ear, guiding himself inside of me with one hand. He pushes in deeply, hard, and I cry out.

“You still like it rough,belissima?”he asks, tone almost harsh.

“Y-yes. Yes, Dario, please, fuck me hard.”

He starts to move his hips, hard, deep strokes but not fast, almost achingly slow as he almost pulls out and then rams back inside of me.

“Close,” I mutter senselessly. “Close close close.”

I can’t think of anything but how good he feels inside me, how long it’s been since I’ve felt like this.

“Go ahead, baby,” he croons, jaw clenched tight. “Come for me. Come all over this cock.”

“Fuck!” I cry out as I’m jolted into another orgasm. Is that two? Three? Four? I’ve lost count and my head feels light on my shoulders.

Dario’s thrusts stutter and he starts to pound into me, so hard I start to make little squeaking noises as he fucks me through my orgasm.

After a few more thrusts, he kisses me hard, moaning into my mouth as he thrusts deep and spills inside me.

I whine against his lips and he groans, collapsing on top of me.

I can’t help but smile and I hate myself for it. The weight of him on top of me, the way he smells...

God.

I thought I was over him.