by Roy Glenn
“Yes!” she screamed for more.
Valencia closed her eyes and felt her body trembling as he pummeled her pussy, moving in and out of her hard and fast. She arched her back and threw her body up and down into him violently, grinding her hips into him with each stroke.
“That feels so good!” she screamed, and her body shook from the inside out. Geno pulled out of Valencia, spread her lips, licked his finger, and began to gently massage her clit. She held his head in place as his tongue slithered along her lips. Geno slid his finger in and out of Valencia while tonguing circles around her clit and she felt herself building to orgasm. Valencia pulled his head up and then rolled away from Geno.
“I need you inside me now.”
Valencia pushed Geno on his back, put her hands on his shoulders and rolled on top of him. She grabbed his dick and lowered herself slowly onto him. The feeling was indescribable. His hands slid across her erect nipples, over her shoulders, down her back and then he gripped her ass.
Valencia sat straight up on Geno, grinding her hips into his. Geno watched Valencia bring it down on his shaft, slamming her body against his, making him shutter from the pleasure that she was serving up. She leaned forward and kissed Geno. The sensation of her nipples brushing against his was indescribable and he began to push back furiously.
Valencia sat straight up on Geno again, her head drifted back, Geno twisted her nipples and her mouth was open wide. “Oh shit!” Valencia screamed and came again. “I’m cumming!”
Geno arched his back and pushed himself as deep and as hard into her as he could. Valencia grabbed the back of his head and forced her nipple into his mouth. Geno licked and sucked her nipple, pushing himself inside her furiously, until every muscle in his body locked and she felt his dick swell, and then explode inside her. Valencia collapsed on his chest and Geno kissed her passionately.
Chapter Twenty-three
They lay there a while, breathing hard and looking into each other’s eyes without speaking. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to replay their love making as she drifted off to sleep. It felt so good to be loved by Geno again. In her mind’s eye, Valencia could see herself getting on top of him and once she had taken all of him inside her, she rode him very slowly, grinding her hips and using her muscles. When she opened her eyes again, Geno was laying on his side looking at her.
“Hi,” he said, touching her face gently.
“Hi, yourself,” she said, and her body shuttered a bit when his hand brushed her nipple. “What time is it?”
“It’s after two.”
“I must have drifted off.”
“You did. How do you feel?”
“I feel amazing,” she said, and moved closer to him. “I wish we could stay right here in this moment, because right now everything seems so perfect.”
Geno put his arms around her. He felt amazing too. Making love to Valencia again, something that he thought that he’d never get a chance to do, was truly mind-boggling.
“That would be wonderful,” he said, and kissed her, thinking about kissing every inch of her body, lingering at the nipples, before sliding between her legs. Geno loved the feeling of his tongue against the foreskin around her clit. He closed his eyes and could feel his tongue slither along her lips.
“But we can’t, can we,” Valencia said, and sat up in bed. She pulled her knees to her chest. “We are going to have to leave this space and all of my problems will be right there waiting for me.”
“It will all work out,” Geno said, trying to be reassuring, but she was right, and there was nothing that he could do about it.
“When my marriage to Gustavo was falling apart and the beatings had begun, I used to think a lot about what I did to deserve to be treated that way.”
Geno propped a pillow behind him and sat up. “What did you come up with?”
“The answer was simple. All of the choices that I made in my life were based on money.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. A lot of people are like that. I do what I do, and I do it for money.”
“That’s different, Geno. I hurt people with the things that I do,” she said, and Geno just looked at her. You did just watch him beat a man bloody and then he shot him in the eye. “Okay, you hurt people, but I hurt the people close to me to get what I want.”
“My point is still the same,” he said, even though he acknowledged the difference. His own pain at her hands was a testament to it. And here you are anyway.
“Growing up, my parents did the best they could to see that me and my brothers had what we needed,” she paused. “What we wanted, what the other girls had,” Valencia shook her head. “That was a different matter. It was always, we can’t afford that, and you don’t know what those people are doing to live like that.”
“I heard a lot of that too and it was always followed by no,” Geno said, and put his arm around her.
“It drove me. I decided when I grew up, I would never have to say to myself you can’t afford that.”
“Me too,” Geno said, and thought about the day he and Carter decided that they were getting in the game.
“I committed myself to doing whatever it took for me to live the way I wanted to live. I worked hard, and I made it.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Sure, there were some things that I’ve done that I’ve regretted.”
“Like what?” Geno asked, because he needed to know if she felt anything about leaving him the way she did.
Valencia exhaled. “I could have been more flexible with Sherwin and Darnel for one.”
“Who are they?”
“Sherwin Blake and Darnel Wilkes. When I started my first company and was developing the dating site, I was having major problems with the code for the dating profiles. I was getting nowhere with it and without it, there would be no site, so I hired Sherwin and Darnel to troubleshoot the issue. They found out what the source of the problem was, and they ended up basically rewriting all the code for the site. I paid them for what they did and that was that. Until they saw my face on that cover and then they wanted to sue me for two thirds of my company. Saying that there would be no company if it wasn’t for their code.”
“Were they right?”
“Yes. But in the eyes of the law, the work for hire contract that they signed said different. So when Becky said don’t worry, Becky Jacovitz, that’s my lawyer, an amazing woman, when she said don’t worry about them, she would take care of it, I didn’t. I just ignored them and went on with my life.”
“Anything else you wanna confess to?”
“Marrying Gustavo for money and sanctioning his murder would definitely fall in that category.”
“You think.”
“But what I regret most about that was that I hurt you. And I am so sorry for that. Like I said, it’s a bad decision that I’m paying for right now.”
Valencia looked at Geno sitting quietly and looking contemplative. She wanted to ask him why he never asked her to stay and not marry Gustavo, but at the moment she didn’t want to hear his answer.
“When I left Brazil, I committed myself to rebuilding my life and trying to make better choices. Choices that weren’t all based totally on money.”
“You were greedy.”
“So, it was time for me to share, you know, give something back. I hired a private investigator to find Sherwin and Darnel and tried to settle with them.”
“Tried?”
“I was able to settle with Sherwin. He had moved, was living in Paris, and doing well for himself. He said that he really didn’t need the money, but he appreciated the gesture. My investigator never did find Darnel, it was like he just dropped off the face of the earth. But I have his money in trust for him if he ever does resurface.”
“That’s good that you at least tried to make that right,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “Anything else?”
“I give money to any and every worthy cause that gets presented to me. And I started a non-profit organization that mentors t
eenage girls.”
“That’s sounds nice. But my question is, do you just throw money at it or do you get involved with the girls yourself? Because to me, that’s giving back.”
“I’ll have you know that I have personally mentored two girls since the program started when they were thirteen; each of whom are in their last year of high school and preparing to go to college, all expenses paid by the foundation, of course.”
Valencia bounced up and straddled his lap.
“Of course.”
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I’m not such a bad person, am I?”
“No, Vee. You’re not a bad person.”
She began winding her hips. “You mean it?”
“I did save your life.”
“You did, didn’t you.” She kissed him on the cheek. “And I thank you so much for that.” She kissed his other cheek. “And for taking care of my blackmailer and getting my money back.” She kissed his lips gently. “And for doing all you could to take care of my other problem.”
Valencia kissed him, and their tongues became entangled. Geno lifted her hips, Valencia took his length in her hand and guided him inside her. Geno grabbed and squeezed her cheeks to allow Valencia to take all of him into her warmth before he let her hips go and she began to slowly move her body.
She leaned forward, put her arms around Geno’s neck. “I love feeling you inside me,” she said, softly in his ear and their lips met again.
Their kiss was long and passionate, with her grinding her hips into his, him holding on to her tightly, pushing his dick inside in rhythm to match her motion.
“Ooooooooh!” Valencia breathed out when her body started to tremble.
Geno pulled her body up, slid down on the bed and then lowered her to his face. Valencia steadied herself against the wall as he spread her lips with his finger and began making circles around her clit with his tongue, sucking her moist lips gently. He felt her body quivering when he trapped her clit between his teeth and sucked gently. Geno slid his tongue inside her and moved it in and out slowly, and gently. “Yes, yes!” she moaned.
Geno spread her lips and began tonguing her clit, flicking it over and over until Valencia thought she saw stars. Her nipples grew harder every time they bumped against the headboard, her thighs began to shudder and shake. Valencia’s mouth fell open and her bottom lip began to tremble. Geno ran his tongue along the length of her lips, before easing her clit back in his mouth, gently sucking on it making her explode.
“What can I tell you, I’m greedy.”
Chapter Twenty-four
“Yes, hello. What did you say your name was?”
“Monique, ma’am.”
“Well, good morning, Monique. I would like to order room service for two.”
“Yes, ma’am. What can I get for you?”
“What time do you stop serving breakfast?”
“At noon.”
“Excellent,” she said, noting that it was a quarter until noon. “I’d like your fresh juice of the day.”
“Orange or grapefruit?”
Valencia looked at Geno. “Orange or grapefruit?”
“Orange, please … and the seasonal fresh fruit,” he said, pointing to it on the menu.
“We’ll have orange juice and the seasonal fresh fruit.”
“What else can I get for you?”
“Home-made yogurt or Bircher Muesli?”
“What is Bircher Muesli?”
“It’s rolled oats, milk, apple and lemon juice, honey, cinnamon, grated apples, dried fruits, berries and toasted coconut. It’s great for mixing with yogurt.”
“Then get both.”
“We’ll have home-made yogurt and Bircher Muesli. How do you want your eggs?”
“Scrambled,” he paused. “With cheese and bacon with the hash browns and pork sausage on the side.”
“We’ll have two eggs scrambled with cheese and bacon. And I’ll have mine sunny side up, both with the hash browns and one with turkey sausage and the other with pork sausage on the side.”
“Would you like to try our home-made bakery basket, or you can have your choice of toast?”
“Let’s try the home-made bakery basket. And we’ll have coffee and cream.”
“Will that be all?”
“I think so,” Valencia said, and Geno nodded in agreement.
“I will put that right in for you.”
“Thank you,” Valencia said, and hung up the phone.
After the couple enjoyed breakfast in bed together, Geno got up and took a shower and Valencia used the opportunity to check in with Adrianna and let her know what had happened the night before and that she was safe. When Geno came out of the bathroom, Valencia went in. While she showered, he got dressed, left the room, and went to check on his men.
When he came back in the room, Valencia was crawling around on the bed naked.
“Come here,” she said, looking over her shoulder.
As he got undressed, Geno shook his head in admiration of her near perfect ass. He crawled over behind her and squeezed her firm thighs. Valencia spread her legs and he was about to play with her clit before he entered her when Valencia’s phone rang. She looked at the display.
“It’s her,” she said, and bounced up quickly.
“Who?”
“Mrs. Black.”
As the phone rang, they both covered themselves like Shy could see them before she answered with a smile in her voice.
“Valencia DeVerão.”
“Good morning, Valencia. This is Cassandra Black speaking. How are you this morning?” Shy asked, politely.
“I’m fine, Mrs. Black, but I owe you an apology. If I had any idea that something like this would happen, I would have never put you in contact with Andrade.”
“What can you tell me about that?” Shy asked, and Valencia told her what little she knew.
“It came in the form of a request from Ezequiel Simmonds. He told me that Andrade was in the city and that he was interested in finding an importer and it was presented to me as doing a favor for family. There is more to the story, but we should talk about that in person.”
“I have a function that I have to attend this evening, but Michael and I are free all day tomorrow and we can talk about it then.”
“That’s fine. Call me and let me know where and what time and I’ll be there.”
“Michael wants to know if Geno is still with you?”
“He’s right here,” Valencia said, and glanced at Geno.
“Put him on the phone,” Shy said, and Valencia handed the phone to Geno. The fact that Black had been listening made her nervous; but at the same time made her feel like this was finally coming to an end.
“Hello.”
“She doesn’t leave your sight until you see me.”
“Yes, sir,” Geno said, and Black ended the call. He put down her phone and looked at Shy.
“What did she say?”
“That Ezequiel Simmonds told her that Ferreira was in the city looking to do business and she thought that she was just doing a favor for family.”
“That it?”
“All that she would get into over the phone. I told her that we would get with her tomorrow.”
“Good.”
“I would have gone to talk to her today, but I have too much to do and then I still need to get my hair and nails done.”
“Oh, the life of a socialite,” Black said, as Shy stood up and walked out of the media room. Shortly after she did, Michelle came in and sat down in Shy’s chair. Anytime she was in there, and Shy wasn’t, that’s where she sat, especially if her father was in the room.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Nothing.”
Michelle shook her head. “Look at me, Daddy.”
Black turned and looked at his daughter. She looked at him for a second or two and then Michelle shook her head. “No, Daddy. Something is wrong.”
“How do you know somet
hing’s wrong?”
“I can tell by the look on your face.”
“You’re too smart for your own good.”
Michelle smiled. “I know. I get it from my daddy.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Mommy’s in trouble, isn’t she?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Because this is how you look when Mommy is in trouble.” Neither said anything for a few seconds. They just looked at each other. “You’re not going to tell me what’s going on with Mommy, are you?”
Once again there was silence between father and daughter. Then Black stood up. “Come with me.”
Michelle got up and followed her father out of the media room, up the stairs and then he knocked on their bedroom door. Shy was getting ready to leave.
“Come in,” Shy said, and Michelle followed Black in the room. “Why are you knocking?” she asked, and then she saw Michelle standing next to him.
“Because your daughter thinks there’s something going on with you.”
“Everything’s fine, Michelle. Nothing for you to be worried about,” Shy said, without stopping what she was doing to avoid making eye contact with either Michelle or Black.
“Then why does Daddy look like that?” she said and pointed to her father. “That’s how he always looks when you’re in trouble and the next thing you know we’re on the Cessna heading for Freeport.”
Shy stopped moving and she and Black looked at each other like, she’s your daughter.
“I’m not a little kid anymore,” she said, staring at her parents with her fists on her hips. “I deserve to know what’s going on in this family.”
Shy went and sat down on the bed, then motioned for Michelle to come sit next to her.
“It’s nothing. The police just asked me some questions about a case their investigating.”
“What kind of case?”
“A murder.”
“Did you do it?”
“No, Michelle, I didn’t do it.”
She looked back and forth between her parents. “So, it’s nothing. Like Daddy said, right?”