Chocolate and Italian Wine (Music and Mayhem Book 1) by Lili Porter Page B

beautiful,” he said. “How’d you sleep?”
    “Like a rock. Maybe ‘cause I got rocked,” she said playfully.
    He let go a bellow of laughter and molested her under the covers, his morning wood growing larger. Their tongues frantically met. Paolo brought her forward toward the hard bulge beneath the sheets. His hands searched for her breasts, caressing and squeezing them. His hard body rubbed against hers while continuing to cup her breasts in one hand while feeling up her soft buttocks with his other. With reluctance, his lips left hers as he went to work on her jugular.
    “Paolo, baby. Stop. I have to use the bathroom,” she said. He pulled away from her neck with a smack and a playful whack to her butt. “I won’t be long.”
    “Better not be,” he warned.
    She jumped up and gave him a seductive look and walked over the bathroom like a model on the catwalk. Then she shut the door.
    Paolo immediately grabbed for his cell phone to call the office. He was already late and Willa would have to cancel his appointments for the morning. Just as he hung up, Karisma came back into the bedroom. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her again, this time hard and intense.
    She stretched out underneath him, her pussy accessible and her nipples erect with excitement. Paolo went for her breasts, licking and kissing them, desperate to accept her invitation. His hand cupped her intimately, and a single finger invaded her wetness. She arched her back and pushed her pelvis into him. “Where’s my fucking rubber?” he growled, pulling out and away from her, and feeling around the top drawer without looking, tempted to go at her raw. 
    Clawing at him, she desperately needed to feel the touch of his body on hers. Finally, the rubber was in place and Paolo climbed on top of her and grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. Placing his swollen cock at her opening, he dove into her tight hole with a hard stroke that made her cry out.
    “Want me to stop?” he asked, looking down at her face.
    “No! Paolo...baby...easy,” she panted.
                   He slowed down and closed his eyes. He began to move. “Fuuck! This tight pussy is so damn good, baby!” he exclaimed, muscles tensed and a vein in his neck protruding.
    ”Aaahh, yeah!” She breathed, tightening her muscles around him, losing herself in passion.
    “Sweet pussy,” he groaned, pistoning into her. With her head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he was hitting her spot. He secured her flesh to his, as he encouraged her to hook her ankles around his neck. She moaned when Paolo’s balls began slapping her ass. His large hands held to the backs of her thighs as he tunneled in and out of her incredibly soft, drenched pussy.
    They both felt the quivering in her tunnel. Her breathing came in gasps, as did his, and she slowly wiggled her bottom, driving him insane. His head fell back too, mouth slack, as he drove into her faster and faster. Finally, he felt the inevitable loss of the battle for control. Plunging deeply into her, he felt his own orgasm emerge as they came together moaning an exquisite duet. He continued to pump harder and more intensely, making for a powerful release that was unlike anything he’d experienced. Only with her. Shaking his head, and holding her securely to his body, he glanced at Kari and saw the look on her face. She felt like he did.
    Paolo fell over a trembling Karisma, breathing hard and holding her as their tongues continued to lash at the other’s and their spent bodies tried to relax. He allowed her legs to slide from his shoulders, kissing them as they fell. 
    “Wow,” Karisma whispered to him with her eyes closed. 
                  “You’ve put a spell on me,” he groaned, kissing her breasts. He looked up and her eyes were opened, gazing back at him. They stayed like that a long while, until they drifted back off to sleep.