Chapter 41
Layla’s POV
Who cared about the Italian delegation? Who cared if the entire board was waiting downstairs in the main conference room right now?
All that existed in my universe was the thick, throbbing head of Mateo’s massive c**k wedged into my drenched entrance, and the lethal, possessive heat radiating off his body.
My core was aching, burning, and screaming for the stretch of him.
I needed him to fill me completely, to erase every thought of Lorenzo, the company, and the rest of the world until there was nothing left inside my mind except his absolute dominance.
“f**k me right now, Daddy,” I rasped again, my voice dripping with shameless, needy desperation.
Mateo let out a low, gut-deep growl that vibrated straight through his broad chest into mine.
His hands slamm
