Message:Are you in your bedroom? With no panties?
I can feel my cheeks heat. Hell, no I’m not in my bedroom, it’s six thirty. I told him nine thirty or ten. I can’t rememberbut it wasn’t right in the middle of dinner time with the Roselli family. My cheeks heat but I also don’t want to tell him no. “Excuse me, I’m going to take a call.”
Massimo is in a heated discussion with his brother and Sophia just nods, inhaling a breath because things don’t heat up often between Massimo and his brother Leandro but when it does, it’s nothing short of explosive. Clearly, it’s a good time because they are not paying me any mind at all. I message Mr. D back as I head up the stairs.
Message:Heading there now. No panties.
There’s no reply, even as I reach my bedroom, nothing. My disappointment is palpable, but that doesn’t stop me from locking the door and shedding my clothes as I get into bed. And when my phone rings something deep inside ignites with anticipation. “Hello?”
“Princessa, you please me greatly with how perfect you are.” That deep gravelly voice in my ear makes me so wet that I can barely think of anything to say.
“You’re in your bedroom now?”
“Yes, in bed with no clothes on.”
“Next time, when I call, you’ll go to your bedroom and kneel with nothing on at all. And when I call, I’ll give you instructions, yes?”
My heart beats so fast I think it’s going to thrum right out of my everloving chest. “Yes.” It comes out on a breath, more like a question instead of an answer.
“Tell me you like that, princessa.”
I fucking love it. “I love it.”
I can almost imagine those deep dark eyes. His deep voice penetrates the dark. “Do you have the bedroom light on or is it off?”
I swallow through my nervousness. “It’s off and I’m under the covers.”
“We’ll work on your aversion to being on display when I see you next. For now, that will do. Is your pussy wet?”
11
VINCENZO
Her breath hitches causing my dick to shift against the zipper of my pants. This woman has the most unusual effect on me. Just talking dirty to her gets me hard.
Anna answers with one word that makes my entire world tilt. “Yes.”
I like that she doesn’t play games, that she came to the club knowing that she was looking for something, just not quite knowing what it was. One fucking night and I couldn’t stay away.
I intend to show her though. “Slide a finger down your belly, over your mound and stroke your clit, just like I did last night, princessa.”
Her little moan goes right to my dick and tells me that she knows exactly the spot to touch. “Now stroke again, this time slide deeper, gather your wetness and drag it over that special little button for me.”
She moans again and I swear if she were here, I would break every one of my vows not to fuck her until she knows exactly who I am. “Now stop.”
I have to imagine the little pout on those cute bow-shaped lips, which just makes me want to see her so much more. I leaveher hanging in silence, listening to her breathe as she tries to calm her desire. “And now stroke gently again. Slow, and tell me how wet your pussy is.”
Anna exhales a deep breath. “So wet. So wet.”
I smile. “Now spread your legs and drop your knees to the side. Imagine me watching because the next time I see you this is how I’ll watch.” She moans with desire and my dick aches to be released. I resist the urge, pressing a palm against my pants. “Now stroke, slow, but over and over, say it with me, stroke.
She obeys, her voice shaking as she repeats the word with every caress of her clit. When I hear the timbre of her voice crack, I know she’s at the point of no return. “Come for me, princessa. Do it now.”
Her little moans cause my rock-hard dick to demand attention. But it will wait. Right now, this is about Anna, and her needs. I give her a moment imagining the look on her face from the other night. “Better, princessa?”
“Oh, so much better. That was so good. I want to see you again. I’ll be in Atlantic City this coming weekend. Will you be there Friday night?”
My jaw tightens at the thought of having her on the road. “Yes, I’ll be here.”