Sweetest Temptation

Chapter Six

Rafael Caruso

I’d have sworn, if someone told me before I left for Florence seven years ago, that when I got back, the nineteen-year-old naive and innocent Maisie—the one I saw standing alone at the party that night, looking so pure—would turn out to be this wild.

She was no longer the Maisie of seven years ago. She was no longer the naive teenager I saw at the bar that night. This Maisie… was untamed, and I loved that.

I loved that her eyes seemed made for me. I loved that her lips reminded me of all my filthy fantasies—how many times I’d imagined putting her on her knees like she was now and fucking her mouth until her lips grew weak and could no longer wrap around my cock.

I didn’t just want her once. I wanted to have her over and over again. Her presence was intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t quit. Maisie was the sweetest temptation. I was probably making the biggest mistake of my life and committing the greatest sin—aside from the number of heads I’d sent rolling into the grave—but who would care about that when the sin was getting to fuck Maisie? When the mistake was making this goddamn sexy woman submissive to me? I wouldn’t care if I burned in hell. And Finn? He wouldn’t find out, not as long as Maisie kept her mouth shut—both outside the room and in it, when I was slamming into her with the same force she’d been tormenting my mind with for the past seven years.

Hell, I might even be the one to let the cat out of the bag. I couldn’t hold myself back when she took me into her mouth, her soft, cool lips wrapping around me firmly.

“Fuck!” I growled, pushing myself fully into her until all that was left was the thick base of my shaft. Her eyes bulged as her saliva rolled down my legs.

Damn. It felt so fucking good in her mouth.

Her lips, soft and wet, slid over my cock, and my world narrowed to nothing but her mouth. She moved slowly, her tongue curling around my length with every stroke, teasing me like she was testing how much I could take. My breath hitched as she dropped lower, taking me deeper, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my shaft.

“God, Maisie…” I groaned, my voice rough with pleasure. She moaned in response, the vibrations shooting straight through me and making my knees tremble, feeling like they were going to give up beneath me.

She pushed me deep into her throat and the feel of my cock hitting the back of her throat sent pleasure pulsing through my body. My hand moved to my head, running my fingers through my hair, it was like everything she was doing was going right to my head.

Mercy me, I was seeing stars.

“Fuck, yes!” I cursed as I felt her teeth graze through my cock in the most delightful way. “God, Maisie. Do that again, Bambi.” My whole body tensed, my cock growing harder and bigger in her mouth, and she took all of it.

She did it again, her teeth moving through my length in a way that blurred the line between pain and pleasure, my thighs flexed involuntarily, my body trembling under the sensation.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, twisting into the silky strands as I fought to keep control, though it felt impossible with her working me like this. It was only few minutes since she took me into her mouth, and I could feel myself inching closer to the head, like I would explode anytime soon. It was the fastest I had ever gone to cunming, and this girl… Maisie was the only one capable of making me feel that way.

She was driving me crazy.

She pulled back, her lips glistening as she kissed along my shaft, her warm breath teasing my skin. She gripped the base of my cock, holding me steady as her tongue traced a maddening path along every ridge and vein. When she pressed me against my stomach, exposing my balls, she smirked—a wicked, knowing look—before her mouth descended on them, sucking and licking with gentle precision. My knees buckled, and I let out a sound I didn’t even recognize.

“Shit,” I rasped, my voice shaking. Her mouth closed around one, her tongue swirling in slow, maddening circles as her hand continued stroking my shaft. My head fell back, a low groan escaping me as pleasure coiled tighter in my gut. She switched to the other, suckling gently, her free hand cradling what her mouth couldn’t reach.

My body jolted. Hell, I was going to cum. I could feel it.

Every nerve in my body was on fire. I could feel my climax building, a relentless pressure I couldn’t hold back much longer. “Maisie, you’re going to make me cum,” I warned, my voice barely audible.

She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her lips swollen and wet. “Not yet,” she said simply, her voice husky, her eyes litting up with amusement. Heck, I wanted to be the one doing this to her, I wanted to be the one to tell her not to cum, but it was the reverse.

I was a damned man! And the worse? I loved it.

“I want you to fuck my mouth first. Make me take it all.” She pulled back, setting her head right under my throbbing cock, her mouth widely open. “Fuck…my mouth.” She whispered.

The words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I growled, though the need in my chest was already overwhelming, and fucking that mouth, making those full lips shake was what I wanted.

“Try me,” she challenged.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands gripped her hair tighter as I tilted her head back, setting myself to her lips. Her tongue darted out to tease my tip, her eyes smudged with tear and mascara.

She opened for me willingly, and I slid inside. Her warmth enveloped me, and I exhaled sharply, my body trembling at the sensation.

I started slow, thrusting gently, letting her adjust once again. But the way her lips tightened around me, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, undid me. My control faded off, and I began to move faster, deeper. Her hands gripped my thighs, steadying herself as I thrust into her mouth, the wet sounds of her lips and tongue driving me wild.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy but full of heat, and that look alone almost sent me over the edge. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as I pushed deeper, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back. She just took me, her throat tightening around me, her nails digging into my skin.

“You’re perfect,” I rasped, my hips moving on instinct now, my thrusts becoming erratic as I neared the edge. “God, you’re so fucking…perfect.”

I felt it building, the heat surging through me, impossible to stop. “Bambi, I’m—” The words died on my lips as my orgasm hit, a white-hot wave of pleasure crashing over me. My cock pulsed, and I came hard, spilling into her mouth. She didn’t move, didn’t let a single drop escape, swallowing everything I gave her.

Fucking hell, she looked even more gorgeous like that—her hair a wild mess, her cheeks flushed, mascara streaking her tear-lined eyes, her lips still wet with my release, and her gaze pleading, hungry for more. She was so damn perfect.

I staggered back slightly, gasping for breath as she tilted her head up to look at me, her lips swollen and red, her tongue darting out to catch every last trace of my release. My chest heaved, my heart racing, as I took her in—wrecked, undone, and utterly addictive.

“Fuck,” I rasped, my voice barely audible. “You’ll be the death of me.”

A smile crept up her lips slowly, sinful and utterly self-assured. “Maybe,” she teased. “But you’ll love every second of it.” Her low, throaty chuckle sent another surge of heat coursing through my body.

Then, with a calculated move, she cupped her boobs, pressing them together to create a perfect, inviting valley. Her eyes met mine, wide and filled with mischief, glimmering with an innocence that I knew was long gone.

“Will you…fuck my boobs?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with desire.

Goddamn it. Maisie was going to ruin me. “Yes,” I growled, the word clawing its way out of my throat. “Yes, bambina.”

I moved closer to her, putting her between my legs. I positioned myself between the soft, warm curve of her boobs. The heat of her skin enveloped me as I slid into the perfect hollow she created. My cock jerked in response, hard and eager, sliding easily against her silky smoothness of her boobs.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Yes, Bambi,” I growled, barely holding on to control. “I’ll—”

“Dad!”

The voice cut through the moment, loud and clear. “Dad, where are you?”

It was Finn.

I froze.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Finn was on his way here.