Sold To Mr. Milano - Daniella Wright Page 0,44

wanting to fall into another one of our political debates. I walked over to him and put my fingers to his chiseled jaw, drawing his eyes up to mine. “Why?” I asked. “Because I am a woman?”

I undressed in front of him again, just as I had done on the first night of our trip. I loved how powerful I felt as I towered over him, letting him drink me in with his eyes.

“No,” he insisted, dropping to his knees before me. His dark eyes stared up at me as he kissed his way along my inner thighs. “I have never met a woman as convincing as you before. Even if it is just a matter of you wearing me down until I’m too tired to fight you anymore.”

I decided to take that admission as a win, which was easy to do as his tongue flicked across the bundle of nerves between my legs. That feeling of powerfulness only grew as he pressed his mouth harder against me, squeezing his hands around my ass. He was bowing down before me, pleasuring me, and it made me feel like a damn queen. I raked my fingers through his hair and rolled my head back, relishing in the feeling of his tongue.

I soon had to push him onto his back, even though I hated for his mouth to part from my folds. My legs were already shaking, and I didn’t think I could stand there and cum without falling over any more than I could wait another second to feel him inside of me. He laid back in the grass once again. I wondered if we would even know what to do within the walls of our bedroom. It seemed like the only places we could let ourselves give in to these urges were out in the wild, or in some cold, dark dungeon.

I straddled him, sliding him in between my legs. As my body lowered over him, I lifted my arms high above my head, running my hands through my hair. I tilted my neck and moaned out with the feeling of him filling me completely. There was no time for timidness or shyness. This was my last night to take pleasure in the body of a man who was so forbidden. I let go of any insecurity and just let myself ride him without inhibition.

His hips buckled as I went, my breasts bouncing in the light of the fire. He took them into his hands in big greedy squeezes, delighting in how I threw all reservations to the wind. I felt like I was conquering him as he laid out on his back before me, surrendering himself and offering up his body for me to use in any way I wanted. I shifted my hips and found the perfect angle to slide up and down across him, bracing one hand on his chest. I dug into his perfect, hairy muscles with my nails, loving the way he hissed between his teeth. I didn’t know if it was the bright red scratch marks I was carving into him or the feeling of my wet, clenched muscles stretching over him that made him make those noises. I didn’t care. I just wanted more.

But with every devilish and delightful moment of it, there was this feeling of loss looming over us. We would never know each other like this again. We let our bodies say our goodbyes - the ones neither of us would submit to saying with words. The finality of it all only made us make love more fiercely than ever before.

My cries grew louder as I kept riding him, feeling him grow harder inside of me. I didn’t care if his men could hear us from their tents in the distance, or that coyotes were howling back at me. He made me feel just as wild as them and I howled right back with the moans of my pleasure. I could feel the tension swelling, just dying to send me crashing over the edge. I went harder and faster, letting it swallow me whole.

My eyes drifted from Alberto up to the stars until finally, they closed. I felt the heat of his chest press up against me as he sat up, begging me to come back to him. He pulled my face towards his and rolled his tongue into my mouth, urging me to go faster and harder still. He wanted me to take what was mine. He sucked at