I’m so hot, I need to fuck him right here, right now.

Common fucking sense has gone out the window. My brain has taken a leave of absence and left my lust in charge.

My pussy needs some cock, and I’m going to get some.

A dense fog pushes all thoughts of the mission, getting the dirt on these guys, and the senator far, far into the background.

Mission.

What mission?

The mission I may have agreed to join too hastily.

When the kiss finally ends, I rest my forehead against his and revel in this moment. For the first time ever, I feel a deep connection to a man. It’s amazing and unreal at the same time.

I don’t want to keep being the person I’ve become.

“How about some dessert?” My voice is barely more than a whisper.

Franco nods. “Ice cream?”

I had something else in mind, but okay, I can work with that.

Franco leaves me for what feels like hours, but in reality was only for a few minutes. He returns with two tall glasses.

My eyes widen as I take in the gelato served in them.

When he sits next to me again, I pick up the spoon and scoop some of the ice cream.

It melts in my mouth, and I close my eyes.

This is the best fucking ice cream I’ve ever tasted.

“Not bad.” I turn to him. “But I still need something else.”

There’s a crease in his brow as Franco tries to work out what I want.

“Espresso?”

With a little laugh, I shake my head.

“Something much bolder and more satisfying,” I murmur and put my spoon down.

I glance around.

And then, I glide onto Franco’s lap and straddle him. As I get into position, I push my dress up a little.

The change in his expression confirms he knows what I’m after.

His hands grab my hips and pull me toward him. I feel his fingers slide into the waistband of my slip. There they stay for the briefest of seconds before he tugs and pulls and the elastic snaps.

With victory in his eyes, he pulls the flimsy bit of material out from under me. To my surprise, he scrunches it up and brings it to his face.

He holds it to his nose and inhales deeply.

“My, my, we’re horny tonight, aren’t we,” he murmurs before letting the slip disappear into his pocket.

At the same time, my fingers fumble to free his massive cock. I can feel it push toward me, begging me to let it out, straining, like a guard dog at its chain.

“Slowly, Signora Sofia.” Franco leans toward me and grabs my shaking hands. “Slowly.”

When I finally manage to free his cock, it stands straight up in the air. I glance at it and feel my insides tingle with anticipation.

Deliberately, I push off the floor onto my tiptoes and feel Franco’s hands lift me a little before letting me back down on his throbbing and waiting cock.

I close my eyes as his thick cock pushes my tight pussy apart.

Once he’s all the way inside me, I stay where I am. I reach behind and grab the gelato from the table together with the spoon.

His cock is pulsing and my pussy’s agitating for more than just to have him resting inside me.

My right hand scoops some vanilla ice cream and brings it to his lips. I watch him open his mouth, and his tongue comes out to taste the waiting sensation.

He closes his eyes and swallows.

Now, I have a spoonful myself. As the cold dances across my tongue and slides down my throat, fireworks start to explode inside me.

Before I know what’s happening, Franco takes over. His hands wrap around my hips and start to lift me before letting me come down again.

He’s making me ride him. He needs to fuck me like I need to fuck him.

His testosterone and my horny hormones are connecting and bouncing between us like isotopes in a nuclear reactor.

Faster and faster, he moves me up and down as I spoon-feed him ice cream. One for him, one for me.

By the time the bowl is empty, I’m ready to come.

The walls of my pussy are contracting, milking his cock. The way his fingers are digging into me and the look in his eyes tell me it won’t be long before he shoots his load into me.

By now, my insides are erupting like an angry volcano, and hot molten lava spreads through me, mixing with the coolness of the ice cream.

I look around one last time before I put my forehead against his and surrender to the moment. Vice-like, my pussy grabs onto his massive cock as he starts shooting his cum into me. His body quivers and shakes, and his grip around me tightens.

Just then, I feel myself come.

My body shudders and my own fingernails dig into his back. At the same time, I move my face downward and bite his shoulder.

“Mama mia!” he growls, and I feel his aftershock.

When we’re both done, I stay where I am. His cock is still inside me.

“Not bad for a start,” I murmur and see amusement in his eyes.

“The start, eh?”

I nod. Unsure of exactly what’s come over me. I can feel an insatiable hunger.

These brothers seem to have unleashed a beast inside me I didn’t even know existed. It’s not a bad beast. It’s a new me, a me I think I might get to like.

But the mission and the senator, an ugly inner voice reminds me, and I push it away.

Now in this moment of total fucking bliss, I don’t want to think about any mission or any senator.

Right now, all I want is to go somewhere private.