Angel
Marco raises his eyes to meet mine, dark and animalistic. This man drives me crazy
"Why?" He rasps lowly, with a smirk, "Does it turn you on, cara?"
His voice goes straight to my s*x, making me wet.
"You know it does."
He just smirks at me for a while, just smugly watching me quake with want.
I open my mouth to tell him to touch me or die, when he reaches up, wrapping my hair around his fist, and yanking me onto him.
His mouth, brushes my ear, I'm pressed against him, no space between us.
"E 'una buona cosa mi piace a sua volta è in poi, sì?"
(It's a good thing I love to turn you on, yes?)
I moan. "Sí."
I want whatever he just said.
He chuckles lowly against me, almost sinisterly.
"Non si anche cura quali sono d'accordo a, ti? Si desidera qualunque cosa vi do, no?
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