揧ou love being right.?
揑 am usually right,?I corrected. 揃ut I love it too.?
Santino waved over the owner to pay but instead of being quick so we could do something about my horniness, he chatted with him as if he didn抰 have anything better to do.
I gritted my teeth. Santino was doing this as a form of punishment for all my teasing of the past.
When we left, I let my gaze stray over every halfway attractive man. 揗aybe I should pick one of them to scratch my itch. They won抰 waste time talking.?
Santino gave me a harsh smile. 揑 fear that抯 not an option anymore.?
His possessive undertone only made me desire him more.
Still I felt like tipping the scale back in my favor so when we arrived back at our apartment, I stalked straight into my room and locked it before I took my favorite little dildo from its place in my drawer and turned it on.
Santino hammered his fist against the door. 揕et me in.?
揗aybe later. I have an itch to scratch.?
揑抣l take the door down.?
I walked over to the bed and stretched out on it then slid my soaked panties down. I teased my folds with the vibrating tip of my dildo, moaning softly.
揂nna, you have three more seconds before I抣l kick the door in.?
I bit my lip with a smile and turned up the vibration before I pushed the head of the dildo into my pussy. I moaned. A bang sounded and the door flew open, then slammed against the wall behind it. Wooden splinters and plaster tumbled to the floor.
I cried out in surprise and sat up, my eyes wide.
Santino stepped in. 揑 warned you.?
His eyes darted to the dildo I was still holding and which was still half buried inside of me.
揊uck,?he grunted.
I lay back once more. 揕et抯 see how you explain that to our landlord.?
揧ou really think I give the slightest fuck about him when I see you fucking your sweet pussy with a dildo??
I shrugged and eased the dildo slowly deeper. Santino watched me with hunger-darkened eyes. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, which was eager to join in on the action.
My mouth watered seeing it, but I kept pleasuring myself with my toy as if I wasn抰 dying to feel Santino inside of me. When he began stroking himself, I lost it.
I tossed away the dildo. Santino didn抰 need another invitation. He charged toward the bed with a smirk and grabbed my ankles, then tugged me toward the edge of the bed before he plunged into me. I cried out and almost came right away.
I wasn抰 sure how long we got lost in each other like that when the bell suddenly disrupted us.
Few people rang the bell so I was a bit confused especially when it rang again. Santino slid out of me with a vigilant look. He grabbed his gun and hurried out of the bedroom.
When he returned a short while later, his expression didn抰 bode well. I sat up at once, fearing the worst. If my parents visited now, we抎 both be doomed. My bedroom probably reeked of sex and my tousled state didn抰 really help.
揥ho is it??I asked as I stood, picking up my panties from the floor and righting my dress.
揧our fianc??
I froze. 揅lifford??
揇o you have another fianc?I抦 not aware of??Santino clipped, looking furious.
揥hat is he doing here??
揂sk him. I haven抰 opened the door yet to find out.?
I swallowed. I couldn抰 send him away without talking to him. What if he told my parents he couldn抰 reach me? Maybe I could pretend I wasn抰 home? 揅an you let him in while I try to make myself presentable??
揝ure,?Santino gritted out.
Before I could say anything else, he stalked away. I slipped into the bathroom and quickly washed and put on a load of perfume to cover Santino抯 scent. My hair still wasn抰 as straight as I preferred it but I couldn抰 do anything about it now, at least I didn抰 look like I抎 been banging my bodyguard.
Taking a deep breath, I emerged from the bathroom. Santino and Clifford were in the living area. Clifford stood awkwardly beside the sofa, as if he wasn抰 sure it was safe to sit down. Which was understandable given Santino抯 expression. He leaned against the kitchenette with a murderous look, his arms crossed.
I gave a strained smile, still completely stunned by Clifford抯 appearance. I抎 have thought we wouldn抰 see each other again until I returned to Chicago for the next social gathering. My pulse was still fast. This time however for a vastly different reason than fifteen minutes ago.
I could only hope Clifford didn抰 realize what Santino and I had been up to. If he let something slip to his parents and they talked to mine?Paris would be over and Santino would be in major trouble.
揌ey,?I said as I walked over to Clifford. We hugged briefly, which felt completely awkward, especially because Santino was watching us.