UNDENIABLE: Sexy Sizzlin Romance (Siri's Saga Book 1) Read online

  I smile behind the camera. Good. This session won’t last long. She’s already thinking of sex. I zoom in on her smile and her lips. Bright white teeth against ruby red lipstick. She bites her lower lip and pulls, slowly letting the teeth slip off. An imp. She could be fun. I can see the bare color of her real lips at the bite mark. Too much lipstick. Not kissable yet. I move up to her painted eyes. Her eyeshadow is lighter shades of browns. She has the standard heavy sable eyeliner and false lashes attached. Her eye color is not surprising. A thought pops into my brain and I drop the camera, pondering the words that flashed by. Boring brown, I prefer blue or green eyed blondes.

  She drops her professional pose, letting the mink coat fall and stands straight looking concerned. "What is wrong?" Her fingers feel her false lashes to make sure they are intact. "My eyes?"

  "No. They are good." I answer but she doesn’t buy it. High dollar models are worth their price because they read the photographer’s body language and feed off them. She’s not going to let it go. She saw my lack of interest, but I don’t want to tell her that her eyes are a boring brown.

  "What then?" She gives me a searching look and her expression says, 'bull shit, you lost focus' and I know I can’t get away without an adequate answer, so I stall while I search for a truthful, yet tactful reason.

  "Nothing. You’re good. You are doing fine."

  Her hands find her hips and her lips pout. High price models are also high strung and can be complete drama queens given the right push. I don’t want to push those buttons, so I tell her, the rest of the truth that struck me and hope it is enough to avoid a scene. "I just decided to, ah, you know, do a blonde later." I lift the camera to hide behind it and encourage her to continue. Please.... No drama....

  I see her pouting lips change to pursed lips as she tilts her head and digests this information. Circling around her again, clicking pictures of her expressions, I feed her ego with her truth. "Your sable hair shines with the sheen of a raven’s coat, blending with the color of the black mink, perfectly framing your beautiful, exquisite face. Your pale skin is flawless. Turn this way now." I start to instruct her, knowing I must take command of the photo shoot and demand her compliance.

  "Grazie." She smiles, pleased with my compliments, turns for me, then after a little while offers a flirt. "You are, ah, pretending I am blonde, no?"

  I grin from behind the camera. We are going to have fun together. "Am I?"

  "Sì. You are." She states as fact, so I lower the camera to look directly into her imp eyes.

  "Really?"

  She gives me a flirtatious smirk and nods at my briefs.

  I glance down and see my bulging cock.

  "You are Mister Big Man, no?"

  Mister Big Man. That’s a new one. "Hahaha." I laugh out loud, then give her a direct piercing look with the same flirtatious smile. "No. Not yet."

  Her flirtatious smirk falters, and her eyes flare shocked. "Dio buono, che diventa più grande?"

  Time to play. I laugh again, reach for her hand, then pull her with me to the bar. "Let’s have a drink." When we get there, I take the camera off and set it down. "Sì, my cock gets bigger."

  "Hai capito Italiana?" She sputters, a little embarrassed that I understood her outburst.

  "Sì, parlo correntemente l' Italiano." She rolls her eyes. Busted.

  I take a crystal canister filled with amber alcohol and pop the seal, turn the lone glass over and pour myself a stiff one. "Your English is good, but needs practice. Will you drink with me?"

  "What kind?" She leans over and examines the bottle.

  "Crown Royal. It’s Canadian whiskey. Smooth."

  "Whiskey. Umm. Sì, a small one."

  "Good girl." Leaning over to open the cabinet door, I reach inside and get another lowball glass. "Would you like it on the rocks?" I glance back at her and catch her eyeing my ass with a look that says 'that’s an incredible ass.' Standing back up, I finish my question. "Or neat?"

  "Pardon? I do not understand."

  "On the rocks means over ice, and neat means straight from the bottle."

  She looks at my glass and says. "Neat, please."

  Pouring her a full shot, I ask. "Will you need water to chase it?"

  "Not if it is good whiskey." She answers and when I hand it to her she swirls the contents and sniffs the liquid. "Umm." She lifts her shot and we clink our glasses together. There is no hesitation or timidness to her consumption. She tosses it back like a veteran. "Ummhmm. Good whiskey, no?"

  I smile and reach for her glass. "Another?"

  "Sì, please."

  As I fill our glasses for round two, I feel her eyes on my ass again. I smirk to myself, knowing she is trying to maintain a level of professionalism, but can’t help enjoying the view. When I turn around and extend her glass, I ask. "Do you like a man’s ass?" I smirk at her confused face, then again clink our glasses, and drink alone.

  She frowns at me."Pardon? I do not understand."

  "Do you like a man’s ass?" I ask again.

  "Mansass? I do not know this term." She looks at her drink.

  Unable to hide my amusement, I chuckle, but don’t offer an explanation. Instead, I let my eyes devour hers. When she begins to get uncomfortable, I ask again not taking my eyes off hers as I put my fingers under her arm and lift the glass to her lips. "Do you like a man’s ass?"

  She stares into mine and I can see the desire building in hers. When the glass reaches her lips, she drops them to drink. I know the burning sensation she feels as the liquid slides down her throat then lights a fire in her gut collides with the passion I churned in her pussy. When she swallows, I ease the pressure of my fingers and let the glass gently lower from her lips. When our eyes connect again, I see the fire is lit and before I remove my fingers from her arm, I rub her skin with my thumb. Sending the signal that I may be demanding, but I am an excellent lover. The smile has left her face and the laughter gone from her eyes. Sliding my fingers down her forearm to her hand, I gently remove the empty glass. I set it down on the bar without looking and bring her hand to my lips. I place a small kiss on the back, and her eyes fall to my mouth, watching my lips. When I pull back, I whisper, knowing she has forgotten my question. "Do you?" I can see her about to nod yes and smile at her willingness to capitulate so easily. "Like a man’s ... ass?" I emphasize ass, making her blink then think.

  She frowns and says. "Ass ... is ... donkey, no?"

  I give her a playful grin, take the hand I hold and put it on my ass, then squeeze her fingers, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek. "No. Do you like a." I emphasize the last two words, dragging them out. "Man’s ... ass?"

  She laughs freely. "Oh. Hahaha." And I am rewarded with her true beauty as it bursts forth. "Sì." She tells me enthusiastically. "I do. I like a man’s ass." She gives it another soft squeeze and I laugh with her, then step back and turn to the bar once more. Without asking, I turn to pour us another drink. She stands beside me and lays her hand on my arm. "My English friend says arse." As the liquid splashes in the glasses, she continues. "Mister Very Big Man has a very big ass, no?"

  I chuckle and agree as we prepare to toss it down. "Yes he does and he is glad you like it."

  "Umm hmm." She grins back at me flirting. "It is very good, no?"

  "So I’ve been told." We clink and drink, then I pick up the camera and wave her away. "Practice your English. Where are you from?" She walks around the studio, admiring the photos on the walls and answering my questions. "How long have you lived in Rome? How many siblings do you have? How were you discovered? How long have you been modeling? Do you enjoy it? What’s your last project? What country do you like the most?" I must help her a few times find the correct translation and we laugh at her mispronunciations. When her English is almost perfect, I zoom in for a tight shot of her face and I ask the one question that I really want answered honestly. Ready to catch her expression, hoping to capture the moment of perfection. "Have you been in love?"

  "Sì." She gri
ns a sexy grin.

  "Are you in love now?"

  "Sì." She looks directly into the camera.

  I sigh, knowing the photo opportunity is a bust. Her smile turns seductive and she walks over, so I lower the camera, and look her eye to eye. She slides up against me, and I feel the cool skin of her hand, followed by the tickle of the fur as she touches my side, then slides it around and down inside my briefs to rest on my ass. She whispers up at me. "I am in love now." That’s not what I wanted to hear. "Will we fuck, Mister Very Big Man with the very big ass?" That’s what I wanted to hear.

  I grin down on her. "Do you want to fuck?"

  She leans her head back and smiles up at me. "Sì. I want to fuck a very big man with a very big ass. Do you want to fuck?" She kneads my butt cheek.

  "I want to fuck too." I lean down, nuzzle her ear and she leans into me. I remove her hand from my ass and hold it as I whisper. "But first." I lean away and search her eyes. They tell me she is willing to do whatever I ask so I command her in a soft, hushed voice. "Walk to the door." I nod my head at the balcony door. "Go." She backs away to do as I ask, bringing my hand with her. I pull her back to me, bringing her hand to my lips once more, place a soft kiss again on it, and say. "Go and wait for me."

  Her smile is sweet before she saunters off. As soon as she turns her back, I push my briefs down, kick them off, lean my bare ass against the bar and cross my legs at the ankle. My cock stands out like a flag pole. Raising the camera, I’m ready to begin snapping pictures again. When she reaches the door, she spins around and sees my posture, the camera and my flag pole. A wide, happy smile breaks across her face. The sound of the shutter clicking echoes between us as she drops the fur without being told, letting it slide slowly down her body, softly, silently, spilling onto the floor and laying in a pile around her feet.

  "Perfect." I compliment her. "Now tease me," I command again.

  She begins to strike sexy poses, showing off her skill. She is a veteran and works her modeling magic as she moves back to me. Hair up, then down. Arms out then in. Legs straight. Hips cocked. Tits hidden, then exposed. Pushed up, then flattened. When she arrives, she throws a lock of hair off her shoulder and licks her tongue across her lips, teasing me with the tip. She drags her manicured nails down the groove in my abs and asks in a sultry voice. "What is your name, Mister Very Big Man?"

  I watch the wet, pink tip of her tongue play with her lips and I can almost taste the sweetness of her pink little clit. "Hard." I tell her honestly.

  Her laugh is husky, but flirty. "You are Mister, Very Big, Very Hard Man, no?" She drags the tips of her fingers down to my cock and sends shivers down to my balls, making them draw up and tighten. "What is your name, please?"

  "Hard-Core." My voice is husky and my tongue touches the corner of my mouth.

  She giggles softly, tilting her face up to mine, knowing she is getting to me. "How did you get such a wonderful name?" She pulls her fingertips from the base of my cock to the tip.

  Her light touch makes it thump, and my balls begin to fill with semen. I wet my lips, letting my tongue slide across while my hands clench, grabbing empty air so I can keep them out of her hair while she plays this game of tease with me. Her hand wraps itself around my shaft and she slides it to the base, gripping my cock tight. She raises her eyebrows at me, silently beckoning the answer.

  "An Army bro."

  She looks surprised by my answer, then drops my cock and takes a step back. I almost growl and grab her, but her concerned expression stops me. Her eyebrows meet in the middle, almost forming a unibrow and she looks completely upset. "Army bro? You are gay man?"

  The ridiculousness of that makes me laugh out loud. My hands unclench, and reach for her as I say. "Hell no!"

  She falls into my arms, giggling, then I hear my southern accent repeated back to me with a thick Italian accent. "Hell no!" She leans back so she can wag her finger at me. "I teased you good, yes?"

  I laugh hard again. "Yes. You teased me good."

  Her face drops onto my shoulder as she laughs and I feel her shoulders shaking with the silly giggles. When the laughter finally fades away, she kisses my shoulder, and I know she has become aware of my fully hard, very large, erection pressing against her. When she looks up at me, the serious look of lust has fallen over her face. Passionate eyes, no longer boring brown.

  I notice a stray strand of her hair stuck in her lipstick as she tells me sweetly. "You are a very beautiful man." I gently pull the strand off, then trace my finger along her lips. The lipstick clings to my skin and pulls her lip taut.

  "We need to clean this off first."

  Her reaction surprises me. She frowns slightly as she looks away, then she steps back and looks down at my cock. Her bottom lip rolls in and her teeth press down on it. I study her expression, then bend over and pick my briefs up. Taking her back into my arms, pressing her body tight against my erection, I hug it firmly between us, and put my fingers under her chin to lift her face to mine.

  "I like my women natural," I whisper softly as I clean the lipstick off her lips with my briefs. "I didn’t mean a blowjob, Hun."

  Sheer relief falls on her face, and it makes me chuckle. Some women just don’t like to give head.

  CHAPTER TWO

  My phone vibrates and a groan escapes my lips, as I open my eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling. Only a handful of people have this phone number, so I know it’s important and I need to at least see who is trying to contact me. The device moves on the nightstand again. "Ugh." I rub my face, taking a few seconds to clear the cobwebs.

  I hear the even breathing of the woman lying next to me. Her softly exhaled breath confirms she is in a state of deep, peaceful, satisfied sleep. Glancing at her blissful expression, I gently pull my arm out from under the pillow, trying not to disturb her. She doesn’t twitch and that fact makes me smirk. She called my name last night and didn’t even know it. I chuckle softly.

  I started off sliding my cock in slow and steady. Letting her get used to the size, as I reached around and played with her tits. When I turned up my fucking intensity, I also placed my fingers on top of her clit. Both of my hands and all my fingers working her erogenous zones, lightly tickling them. Pinching her nipple as I crushed her clit with each forward pump, then with each withdrawal returning to my dual massage. Typically, this technique, along with my sheer cock size gives an immediate orgasm, but this girl didn’t give me any signs of a growing need to cum, much less an explosion. Having fucked a lot of women, I know not all of them can have orgasms. Some have physical issues that prevent it, poor souls. I was a tad disappointed because she was fun up till now and a nice distraction. But if she was one of those unfortunate women with a dead pussy, there was no point in trying to please her. No man can fuck life into a lost cause, so I set about satisfying my own needs. When she screamed at the top of her lungs, it broke my fucking trance and I was terrified my distracted hammering had been too hard. I threw her forward onto the bed, yanking my cock out and knelt frozen over her, watching her writhe.

  She lifted her face off the bed and cut her eyes back at me, then sucked air in. "Per favore." Her voice sounded desperate.

  "It’s ok. It’s ok."

  She screamed. "Uuuuhhhh!" As she dropped her head and panted loud. Her breath labored.

  I scanned her body, but there weren’t any obvious signs that she was injured, but then again there wouldn’t be, so I asked her. "Are you ok?"

  "Uuuuhhhh!" She didn’t answer. She shook her head violently from side to side, then beat the bed with her fist.

  I leaned over to comfort her. My semi-erect cock slid harmlessly between her thighs. My lips touched the skin of her shoulder. My hips brushed her exposed ass. My touch made her scream again.

  "Per favore." She reached between my legs, and smacked my cock. It wedged in a crevice, making her squirm. I gripped her hips holding her still, not wanting to hurt her again. She grunted and grabbed my balls. "Ooooooo. Ooooooo. Ooooooo." I panicked, kno
wing she could do real harm to me. I grabbed a hand full of her dark hair and yanked her head back. Her grip tightened like a vice.

  With a voice, as cold as steel, I told her. "Drop 'em."

  She let go immediately and as soon as my jewels were free, my assets retreated out of reach. Pushing her still writhing body face down on the bed, I laid on her. Pinning her down letting the full weight of my body control her, I used her hair to turn her face to mine so I could stare into her eyes. I was astonished at the look of sheer desperation that stared back at me.