right now, she could be as loud as she wanted. She could come around my dick with as much enthusiasm as she could produce.
I was already ready to explode, and I’d barely touched my dick for more than a few minutes. But jerking off to her while she jerked off to me was one of the sexiest experiences of my life. I couldn’t have this woman right then, but I still wanted her so much that jerking off felt amazing. I preferred real pussy to my hand, but my hand was a much better substitute than another woman.
She came a moment later, her hips rocking in the sexiest way. Her entire body got into the motion, her head rolling back and her lips pressing hard together as she suppressed a volatile moan. “Balto…”
Hearing my name on her lips made me explode. I cupped my dick and came into my palm like a teenager. My hand still worked my length vigorously as I groaned, picturing every drop of come entering her slick pussy. I didn’t want to fill a condom anymore. I wanted to fill her all the way to the brim, to give her a cream pie so thick that it dripped across my sheets.
She watched me finish, her idle fingers still resting inside her panties.
I finished and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand because there was so much come that it was about to drip all over the place. I wiped my hand clean and turned back to the screen.
Her eyes were closed, and she was comfortable against her pillow. Her fingers remained in her panties because she was too tired to pull them away. She drifted off to sleep without even thinking of me, of hanging up or saying good night. She got what she wanted and had no other use for me.
I respected that.
Instead of hanging up, I stared into the phone and watched her sleep. She’d fallen asleep in my bed before, but never for very long. Right now, her body was relaxed because she was deeply at peace. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyelashes were thick, even without her makeup. Her shirt was bunched around her waist, her fit stomach visible in the darkness.
If she were my wife, she would never sleep alone.
She would always be right at my side.
I’d had a long night so I was ready for bed, but watching her sleep was far too entertaining. I found myself enthralled by her classic beauty, by the sexy shape of her upper lip as it curved like a bow. There were subtle freckles across her body, tiny little stars in a sea of olive skin. I’d never laid eyes on a more perfect woman. If she were a prostitute, she could easily command a million euros a night.
I’d pay ten times that to be with her.
I watched her chest rise and fall with her deep breathing. Her wedding ring still sat on her left hand. It seemed like she never took it off. An enormous diamond sparkled in the center, flanked by even more diamonds. The beautiful ring didn’t suit her personality at all. She deserved something more unique, more meaningful.
I’d grown more curious about her husband as time passed. Whoever he was, he had significant power to keep her in line. He was obviously rich if he could buy her a ring like that and have her drive around in a Bugatti. Did I know him? Was he an ally or an enemy? It would be much easier if he were an enemy. Then I wouldn’t have to burn any alliances by bedding his wife.
But the mystery had gone on long enough.
It was time to find out who he was.
24
Cassini
I stood in the teal gown that had been fitted to my measurements exactly. It was so tight and so sheer that it left very little to the imagination. With a plunging front and a long slit up the thigh, it was precisely what Lucian had asked for.
I was the exact eye candy he wanted, my curled hair pinned up over one side to reveal my neck along with the string of diamonds he’d choked me with. I wore a bracelet with the same flawless diamonds, hundreds of thousands of dollars to add to my collection. My ring was already heavy enough, but Lucian had to make me look even more ridiculous. A man couldn’t wear wealth as well as a woman, so he expected me to shoulder the extra expense.
I looked