My heart hammered wildly, my p***y clenching with empty need as I stared up at him. This was wrong—so dangerously wrong—but my addiction had taken over completely. I craved this man more than I’d ever craved his son.
His hands moved with deliberate slowness, unbuckling his belt and lowering the zipper of his tailored trousers. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet space. He reached in and pulled out his c**k, and my breath caught in a sharp, needy gasp.
Holy f**k. It was enormous. Much bigger than Nicolos’s—thicker, longer, heavier. Nicolos had been decent, enough to satisfy my hungry body on most nights, but this… this was a monster. Mr. Rossi’s c**k hung thick and heavy, veins bulging along the impressive length, the fat purple head already glistening with a bead of precum.
It mu
