Chapter Seven

Grazia's stares up at me from the bed with her big brown eyes and her mouth slightly open.

She looks surprised by my appearance, which is absurd, because she was the one walking around naked in front of the cameras all day.

I know she wanted me to see her, and the only reason for that, surely, would be to get me here.

My dick is already throbbing in my pants. It has been since I watched her bend over in her high heels and nothing else.

I was trying to get business sorted out, but she's insistent in her teasing.

It seems like she thinks making me horny will help make me forget why she is here.

But I'm not as stupid as she thinks I am.

I am, however, a man. And I'm a man with needs.

When a woman who can fulfill those needs is offering herself so willingly, it would be stupid to turn her down.

So, I'm here now, to fuck her like she wants, so that I can go back and focus on the important things.

I bend down and start tugging her panties off. They're snug against her body, and the heat of the day seems to have melted them into her skin, even though she's only been wearing them for ten minutes, at most.

"Wait." She holds onto the waistband, looking shocked.

I laugh out loud now. She can't be serious.

"No more waiting. You were naked and ready for me all day. Now you'll take it like a good girl."

I'm not here to have a heart-to-heart talk.

I am here to unleash the tension that has been in my body all day while watching her dance in the nude, while still having to deal with business calls.

"Marco, hang on." She still thinks I'm playing with her, and that she's in control of this situation.

I ignore her and pull her panties off completely.

The sight of her freshly clean pussy has me even more turned on. I need to satisfy this need now.

I undo my belt and slip my pants off, then drop my button-up shirt to the ground. I see her eyes widen even more, looking at the cock that's about to enter her.

She's silent now, even a bit stiff, but I have no doubt that I can loosen her up quickly.

I'm still standing, so I pull her waist until the back of her thighs are up on my stomach and my cock is just inches away from her pussy.

There's a reason I always choose tall beds for my houses.

I need to make sure she's ready for me, so I stroke her clit with a finger first, massaging her in small circles.

It's only a few seconds before she arches her back and closes her eyes.

I stick my index and middle finger inside her and she bites her lip. She's wet and ready.

That didn't even take as long as I thought it would.

I pull her up against me and place my hands on either side of her hips, guiding her to my dick until I'm inside her.

I can tell when all of me is in, because Grazia moans and grips the bedsheets with both hands.

Now, I start thrusting, finally releasing the pent-up frustration that has been building since the wedding.

Her body is soft and smooth, and so warm.

As I thrust deeper, she gets wetter, moving her hands up to her hair and then over her breasts and those hard nipples poking through her shear bra.

I watch her, but my hands stay under her hips, keeping her pelvis just slightly lifted. I know that this is hitting all of the right spots. I've practiced it many times.

"Fuck!" Grazia screams, and I can't help but go faster, deeper, and grip her even tighter.

I'm satisfied that I've made her enjoy it, but now my only thoughts are on making sure I fuck this girl so hard that I am never distracted by her again.

I pull out of her quickly and can hear the gasp of shock coming from her.

Lifting her body, I move her over to the corner of the room and bend her over the small desk, knocking a lamp over in the process.

I hold her head down from behind and enter her again, this time not as gently as I had before.

Grazia lets out a louder moan, and then many more as I fuck her from behind, gripping the back of her neck with one hand and her hip with the other.

I thrust harder and can hear the desk knocking against the wall with every move, Grazia has lost control of her breathing, each breath comes out loud and primal.

I know that I'm not being quiet either, but that's the privilege of having a house with no neighbors.

The sound of the desk rattling is annoying me, so I pick Grazia up again and decide to move her into the dining room.

"This is where you were lying naked today. Now I'll have my own meal of you," I say to her.

She looks at me with glazed brown eyes, her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess. I'm about to make her orgasm like she never has before.

I lay her down on the table and take a seat at the head, her ankles coming around my neck.

She tries to sit up, but I place my hand on her breasts, and she lays back down.

Pulling my chair in, I move my head between her legs and begin my own feast, twirling my tongue down and across and inside and out.

I can feel her thighs tightening near my head and hear her gasping in pleasure.

I keep going until I can tell she's cum. Her entire body is shaking when I lift my head up.

Good, I think to myself, she should feel what it means to try and seduce a man like me.

I leave her on the table and get up to put some music on.

For every time she danced around naked today, I'm going to make her orgasm tonight.

As much as I need to not be tempted by her anymore, I need her to stop trying to seduce me as well.

As I come back into the dining room, she's standing next to the table.

I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen, lifting her bare ass onto the counter. I watched her in here, cooking in nothing but an apron.

I slide my hand around her back and snap her bra off finally, releasing her breasts and immediately placing my mouth over one of them. I give it a gentle suck, then a tug.

Grazia moans deeply, and then I wrap my teeth around the nipple again and tug.

"Oh!" Grazia exclaims, shocked, and I wonder if that was too hard for her.

But I do the exact same thing to the other breast, just to see if I get the same reaction. I do.

Once I'm done playing with her, I slide my cock into her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

Despite the shaking orgasm she's just had, she's more than ready for me again.

As I thrust in and out of her, I use my thumb to rub her clit.

I can tell that's driving her crazy. It takes almost no time before she's moaning loudly and breathing fast, until she finally bites down on my shoulder, and I can tell she's come again.

I stay inside of her for a few minutes, letting her breathe hard in my ear.

"I'm not done with you yet," I whisper into her ear and bite softly on her neck.

"Ah fuck." Grazia lets out a whimper, but the words sound more like a plea to continue than to stop.

I doubt she can walk now, so I lift her up, my dick still deep inside her, and carry her out into the living room to the couch where she lay down earlier, sprawled out in her nakedness.

I lower myself down and leave her sitting on top of me.

This gives me the best position and view. I can see her face, hold onto her breasts, and let her go at her own speed for a moment.

She begins to ride me, and I squeeze her breasts.

I know I have the ability to go a little longer, but even I am beginning to weaken.

She starts off slow, but I give her a light slap from behind, right on her ass cheek, and she speeds up, clutching my shoulders with her nails.

I let go of her breasts to watch them bounce as she moves and slide myself a little more towards the edge of the couch, feeling myself get even deeper inside her.

She's no longer trying to keep the moans quiet; the sound seeming to come from deep inside her now. I almost match her with my own groaning, fully embracing this release that we both need.

We're in a perfect groove, and I know I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer.

Suddenly, I feel Grazia's body shake again, and she collapses onto my chest, quieter this time.

"Are you tired?" I ask her. The energy she had just an hour or two ago seems to have evaporated.

"A little. We have been going for hours."

"Okay, hold onto me," I whisper to her and start to lift my body.

She holds on to my arm as I flip her back onto her back. I take my time at first, slowly filling her up and then exiting completely.

I add a little speed, now focusing less on making her orgasm and more on having my full fun with her during this one chance I"ve given myself.

Finally, I can feel myself about to come, but I need this to be the best fucking orgasm I have had in a while, so that I'm not tempted to come back here.

I'm also not about to be trapped into a baby scare situation. So, I pull out again and help Grazia stand up.

She looks unsteady. I guide her to her knees in front of me and pull her mouth towards my cock.

At first, she looks unsure, and I wonder if she's going to try her goddam attitude on me now.

I'm not in the mood.

But she doesn't say anything. She understands my intention and wraps her mouth around me.

Now I do let out a groan. Her mouth is almost as warm and inviting as her pussy.

She swirls her tongue around my shaft and pumps fast, all the way to the back of her throat.

I grab a handful of her hair and move her head a little faster, feeling myself close…closer…until I explode inside her mouth.

I look down at her as I do, and see that she looks completely sated, even satisfied with what she has been able to do to me.

Something inside me relents toward her a little, and I move away from her quickly.

I don't miss the look of dismay on her face as I pull away from her.

I wish I didn't feel so guilty about what we just did. I was supposed to fuck her and forget about her.

I step away from her and get dressed, walking out of the room to get a glass of water and give her a chance to get herself cleaned up.

She meets me in the kitchen, dressed in real pajamas now.

"You did well."

I nod at her, approvingly.

She stays quiet.

"I can trust you're not going to play any more games with me, Grazia? No more trying to distract me with your perky breasts and needy pussy?"

She sighs and brushes a piece of dark brown hair behind her ear. Her face is flushed, and she looks spent, exhausted.

I wonder how her pussy is feeling now.

She slants a look at me, and something like resentment shimmers in her gaze. I think I see some calculation there as well.

It makes me pause to see that she doesn't seem defeated by having been used. It makes me want to challenge her all over again.

I feel a sense of desperation rise in me. I wanted to forget her and all I can think about now is fucking her again.

"Did I live up to your expectations?" I ask with a smirk to cover my confusion.

"You did well, too," is all she says.

I laugh. I wish I wasn't so thrilled with her stubbornness.

"Well, from now on, keep your clothes on. I have business to do and if you continue to misbehave, I will have to continue to come here and punish you. Understood?"

"Understood." The look in her eyes confuses me.

It looks like she's excited by the idea of this happening again.