Page 5 of A Valentino Princess
Clearing my throat and hopefully my head, I wrap my hands around her upper arms and push her back slightly. “You’ll need to do better than that to get me to break.”
“Oh, okay then. Whatever you say, big guy.” Helena’s fingers drag down the middle of my chest. “Natural, or do you use steroids?” she asks.
“Natural,” I tell her. “I don’t touch drugs.” We might sell 'em, but it’s a big fucking no-no to partake in our business. Just like being this close to the boss’s sister…
“I think I’ll take you up on your offer.” Helena steps backwards, her hands land on the counter, and she lifts herself up until she’s sitting on top of it.
“I didn’t make an offer.” I don’t move. I’m like a deer caught in the headlights, especially when the little vixen opens her legs. So wide that I can see she’s not wearing any underwear beneath those shorts. My mouth goes dry. She’s wet and every fiber of my being wants a taste.
“Pity, guess I’ll just have to take care of this itch all by myself then,” Helena says as her fingers trail up her inner thigh.
She’s not going to…
No. Fuck, she is.Helena slides her fingers under the fabric of her shorts. Her eyes close briefly and she exhales when they make contact with her pussy.
Fuck me.My cock is rock hard. But I’m frozen. I can’t move.
“You know, if you’re watching me, it’s only fair I get to watch you,” Helena says.
“We can’t do this,” I manage to get out.
“Sure we can. You’re not even touching me—ooh…” Helena’s head falls back. Her breasts strain against the fabric of her wet tank, pebbled nipples begging me to take them in my mouth.
“You’re going to get me killed,” I groan. My hand rubs against my cock, trying to release some of the tension.
“Nope, you’re not touching me. You aren’t breaking the rules, Marco,” she says, making eye contact with me. “Don’t you want to play? Or are you too scared?”
“Of your brother, yes. Only a fucking idiot wouldn’t be,” I grunt.
“I won’t tell. Come on, don’t make me do this all alone.” Helena removes her fingers from her shorts, holding them up between us. “I’m so wet,” she says.
Stepping forward, I grab her wrist. And before I can think better of it, I bring those glistening fingers to my mouth. The moment her taste lands on my tongue, I know there is no turning back. There’s no saving either of us, because I’m going to completely devour this woman. If it’s my downfall, then so be it. The least I can do is enjoy my last meal.
“Fuck it.”
Chapter Five
Marco gives in. A lot quicker than I thought he would. I thought I’d have to finish this by myself. I would have too. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality. And, honestly, there’s something freeing about this man. I wouldn’t have beenso bold with any of my former boyfriends. Marco gives off a different vibe, though.
He grabs hold of my face and slams his lips onto mine. My hand snakes down his chest, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down enough to give me access to what I want. I grip his cock in my hand and moan into his mouth. I could tell he was huge, but when my hand barely wraps around his width…
Oh shit, this is either going to hurt like hell, or send me flying up to heaven in bliss.
I pull away from his mouth and push Marco back slightly, so I can look down at his cock. “Don’t let this go to your ego, but you’ve done this before, right? Thisisgoing to fit inside me?” I ask as I stroke up and down his shaft.
I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s not like I haven’t seen a dick this close up. I’m certainly no innocent virgin here. But damn… I never thought I’d be looking at one while thinking it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My thumb swipes along the seam, collecting the leaking precum. I want to feel the weight of him in my mouth. I want his taste on my tongue. Then again, I want it in another place too, and I don’t know which I’m more desperate for.
Scooting down from the counter, I drop to my knees in front of Marco. I lean forward and run my tongue from base to top, wrapping it around the tip and getting my first real taste.
“Fuck,” Marco hisses. His hands wrap around my hair, holding it away from my face. “Shit, princess. Fuck, I’m going to hell.” He curses as I wrap my mouth around his cock again.
It’s heady, and I want more. But I need him buried inside me. Now.My vagina is aching for it.She’s practically weeping for him.
His cock plops from my mouth. “Bedroom, now,” I say, taking Marco by the hand. I lead him to my room and force himdown on the bed before digging through my nightstand. I find a condom and hold it up. “Put this on.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” He smirks.
