Something shatters inside me.
I pull her back down. She takes me deep one more time. Her throat convulses around my cock.
I come.
Hard. Harder than I've come in years. Maybe ever. My vision whites out. My whole body shakes. I'm pouring down her throat, and she's swallowing. Taking every drop.
When I finally stop, she pulls back slowly. My cock slides from her lips with a wet pop.
She looks up at me. Opens her mouth. Shows me her tongue.
Clean. She swallowed everything.
Then she licks her lips.
Like she's savoring the taste.
I can't breathe. Can't think. Can only stare at this woman kneeling between my legs, lips swollen and wet, looking at me.
She's so fucking hot.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Antonella
Irise from my knees.
My legs shake. My throat burns. My jaw aches from being stretched around him.
But I don't let any of that show on my face.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Casual. Like I didn't just swallow everything he gave me. Like my heart isn't pounding so hard I can feel it in my temples.
"Is there anything else you need?" I ask.
My voice comes out hoarse. Wrecked. I clear my throat.
Bruno stares at me. His chest rises and falls. His cock is still out, softening against his thigh.
He doesn't answer.
"Because if not," I continue, "I need to sleep."
I turn toward the bed.
His hand shoots out. Grabs my wrist. Yanks me back.
I stumble. Catch myself on the arm of his wheelchair. My face ends up inches from his.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice is low.
"Going to bed."
"No." His grip tightens. "You think you can just—" He stops. His jaw works. "You think I'm a toy?"
I blink. "What?"
"Something you play with when you're bored." His dark eyes burn into mine. "Then toss aside when you're done."