I giggled, “I know I am beautiful. Now, can you stop staring and do something about it?”
Alessio’s lips twitched, a dark, wicked smirk overtaking his face.
He took off his jeans. And he was barely before me as I was.
“Oh, I plan to do something about it.” he said, low and husky.
Without another word, he stepped closer, his hands gripping my thighs firmly.
The heat radiating from him made my skin prickle, and I gasped as he positioned himself between my legs, his c**k brushing against my wet p***y, I could literally feel the wetness flow down.
“Are you sure you don't want to rest?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his eyes locking onto mine.
I reached out, cupping his face, my thumb tracing his sharp jawline. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
His eyes darkened, a
