Chapter 74 Caught In His Frame (6)

• Francesca’s breaths came in sharp, ragged bursts as she slowed her relentless ride, her thighs trembling from the effort, her oiled body slick with sweat and desire. With a wicked grin, she lifted herself off Alessandro, his dick slipping free with a wet sound that made him groan low in his throat. She glanced back at him, her hazel eyes glinting with that filthy spark, strands of dark hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. “Basta con questo,” she purred, voice husky and commanding. (Enough of this.) “Fuck me in doggy—voglio sentirti così.” (I want to feel you like that.)
• Alessandro’s chest heaved, his dick throbbing, still hard and glistening from her as he watched her move. “Cazzo, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, a rough laugh escaping him, but the hunger in his eyes said he was all in. (Fuck.) She didn’t wait for more—she shifted, turning around on the chaise, getting on her hands and knees. Her ass jutted up, round and shiny, the oil catching the light as she arched her back, her pussy dripping and ready, framed perfectly for him. She tossed a look over her shoulder, smirking. “Dai, maestro—give it to me.” (Come on, maestro.)
• He didn’t need another push. Alessandro scrambled up, positioning himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up. Her ass jiggled slightly as he nudged her thighs wider, and he thrust in—hard, deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Francesca’s head snapped forward, a loud, filthy moan tearing from her throat, her fingers clawing at the velvet. “Sì, cazzo—fuck me like that!” she cried, her voice raw, urging him on. (Yes, fuck.)