Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I wanted to give Matteo and Fiero each something special and personal, but as the day grew closer and I couldn’t think of anything creative, I ended up resorting to the most basic and clichéd option: a box of chocolates and a card. I’ve also written them each a note doing my best to express how much I’m enjoying getting to know them.
Matteo, ever gracious, reacts as if the small box of truffles contains diamond cufflinks. “These look wonderful. Thank you, Daniela.”
He carefully plucks one out of the box and holds it to my lips, his gaze fixed on my mouth as I take a bite. He pops the other half of the confection into his mouth and now I’m watching him, my head filling with the same dirty thoughts that I see in his eyes.
He kisses me again, the rich flavor of chocolate adding another element of sensuality to his soft lips and skillful touch. Without breaking our connection, Matteo moves us toward one of the visitor chairs in front of his desk.
“I have a gift for you at home that I’ll give to you tonight, but I want to start your birthday celebration now.” He punctuates his words with more kisses that stray from my mouth down to my neck. “I understand that birthday spankings are an American tradition.”
Heat fills my belly, and parts lower flutter with excitement. “That’s usually only for children, but I suppose we can make an exception.”
“That’s good. Very good.” Matteo sinks into a chair and pulls me down across his lap in one fluid motion. I’m facing the floor, my bottom arched in front of him, utterly at his mercy.
His hand slides over the silk fabric of my top, then lower, over my skirt, down to my bare thighs, and back to my ass, where he rubs circles over my cheeks. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to do this quietly, but we can still have fun.”
My pussy clenches in anticipation.
His hand pulls away and then returns in what feels more like a grab than a spank. Doing this without making noise will apparently be challenging. He tries again, obviously holding back but still making an audible sound as his hand connects with my bottom.
“I may need to improvise. May I remove your skirt?”
I squirm in his lap. “Yes.” My mouth literally waters in response to his question.
“Don’t worry. I’ve locked the door.” He opens the clasp and slowly slides down the zipper.
Whatever’s Got You Smiling
Matteo helps me stand, slides my skirt off, and pulls me right back down on his lap. There’s a draft of cool air on my newly exposed skin and a kick on my belly as Matteo’s cock grows hard beneath me. “Such pretty panties,” he murmurs, fingering the lace.
He tries another spank, still landing softly before squeezing my flesh in his warm palm. He slips his hand beneath the band of my underwear and explores my naked bottom. I can’t help but groan and immediately cover my mouth with my hand, afraid I won’t be able to control what comes out of my mouth.
I wriggle in his lap, pressing down against his stiff cock while also pushing my bottom upward. Taking this as an invitation, his hand slips lower, between my legs, and a low sound comes from deep in his throat as he discovers how wet I am for him. “Oh, Daniela.”
I’ve never heard my name sound like it does when he says it. There’s so much packed into those two words: desire, wonder, reverence, need, desperation.
His fingers slip through my folds again and I wrap a fist around his calf muscle, needing to anchor myself, seeking an outlet for all of the energy surging through my body.
When he pushes a finger inside me and I gasp out his name, a series of motions happen very quickly. Matteo pulls me upright to standing – thankfully supporting me, because my legs have gone weak. He bends me over his desk while at the same time yanking my skirt and panties down. Before I can take in all that’s happening, he buries his face in my pussy from behind, his tongue now exploring where his fingers had been.
He attacks my flesh like a man possessed. Wild, like an animal.
He sucks my pussy like he hasn’t eaten for days and lashes his tongue over my clit like he’s trying to start a fire. Scratch that – he has definitely started a fire. A raging fire.
I whisper/moan a string of obscenities. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck, ohfuckohfuck.” And when I can’t control my volume, I bury my face in my arm to muffle the sound.
My hips jerk back against him and before I even realize it, I’m coming, Matteo’s face buried in my pussy, my thighs quivering around him. In response, he licks and sucks faster still, extending my orgasm for what seems like forever as I cling to his desk for dear life.