by C. M. Steele
“That’s great.” I give her the time she needs by working on my own business matters. It’s not like I don’t have a thousand emails a day to respond to or requests from people wanting the hookup for last-minute dinner reservations. For the most part, I can accommodate them, but it also depends on the location. I have one in NYC that’s extremely booked out months in advance, and rarely is there ever an opening for dinner. We have started offering a lunch menu.
“I’m going to hop in the shower,” she says. “I won’t be more than ten minutes because I’m not washing my hair. Sorry—we only have one bathroom in this house.” She’s embarrassed because of my wealth, but it will soon be her wealth if I get my way, which I will.
“It’s cool. I’ll pop in right after you.”
“Great.” She packs up all her work stuff inside her computer bag and then jumps off the sofa.
“I’ll make us something small before we head out.”
“That would be amazing. Thank you, Fabio.” She kisses my cheek and runs off. My eyes are glued to her ass, which bounces with every step. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her bottom and then lick her seam before taking her deep with my thick, long cock. I grip my shaft, choking the fucker because I’m so hard. My balls are heavy with cum just for her, but I have to wait, so this load might just end up on her shower floor.
When she comes out in just a towel, my dick jerks in my pants. She strides right down the hall to her bedroom, and I know it won’t take long to come. Hurrying into the bathroom and turning on the shower, I breathe in her soaps that linger in the air. I strip down and step inside, letting the warmth hit my body.
Grabbing my length, I stroke it from base to tip, picking up the pace while thinking of her watching and wanting to help get me off. How many times have I imagined her sliding down on her knees, taking me deep inside her smart mouth and sucking my dick? Too many to count. It’s pretty messed up since I haven’t known her for long, but most of my alone time has been tugging at this fucker.
I lean against the wall, dick throbbing in my hand with my eyes closed. My heart ratchets up a beat or two as I let the mental show on the back of my eyelids play out. Anabelle teases me by tossing up her long blonde hair into a messy bun because she doesn’t want it in her face, and then she drops to her knees, telling me how much she aches to suck on my big, hard cock. I tell her to go on and open her pretty mouth because I’m in charge and she’s going to do what I say. I continue to stroke my length as she whispers, begs, for permission. I grant it and then she wraps her lips around the head, sliding down my pole until I take control.
“Fuck, Anabelle,” I grunt out, so damn close when I hear a light gasp that sends my eyes open wide; Anabelle is standing there. “I’m sorry. I just heard my name.”
“Sorry, babe. This is what you do to me.” I’m not ashamed, and I’m sure as fuck not hiding how hard my dick is. Let her get used to seeing this big motherfucker. Her eyes haven’t left my body, most importantly my movements between my legs.
“Can I watch?” she asks with her cheeks pink with either excitement or embarrassment. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’ll take any overture she wishes to make when it comes to sex.
“With pleasure. Come here.” She moves closer, still in her towel. I reach her and pull her in. “I’m not going to take you right now because I want time to make it good.” I cup her face and kiss her lips while keeping my other hand on my dick. Timidly, she brushes her fingers along my length. “Fuck,” I grunt against her lips.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re going to make me come fast, is all. Touch me all you want, because I’m not the only one going to come.”
I reach between us and cup her sex, sliding past her soft blonde curls, and push one finger through her folds and feel her tightness. “Anabelle,” I growl out. Spinning her around, I pin her to the wall, finger pumping in her, mouth on hers. “You’re mine. I’ll never get enough.”
“I need you, Fabio. Please.” She parts her lips and rolls her head back when I add a second finger.
“Do you want to come?” I ask. She doesn’t answer because her body’s nearly ready to explode, so I demand again. “Answer me.”
“What’s the question?”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” The breathy moans nearly undo me.
“Stroke me. Make me nut all over your hand, although it should be in your womb where I plan to put my sons. I want you to have my babies. Do you want my babies, Anabelle?”
“Yes. All of them.”
“You’ll always be the only one for me,” I whisper along the column of her throat, coming hard on her hand. She moans, stroking me, and my dick doesn’t go down; instead, I’m good to go again. I pull her hand away and drop to my knees. Spreading her out wide, I lick her wet slit, dragging my tongue along her seam. Her juices coat my face as she cries out, coming for me.
When I finally find the strength to stand without my legs shaking, I take control of the shower, grabbing the sponge and soap. “Let’s wash up before I stuff my fat cock into your tiny little cunt like I want to.”
“Merry Christmas, Fabio.”
“Merry Christmas.” We wash quickly before we get carried away again. Adjusting myself as best I can, I dress in a pair of jeans and white tee-shirt with a beige cardigan over it. When she steps out of the bedroom, I see we’re matching, and I can’t wait to marry this woman. One day I hope she wants that, but for now, I’ll take what I can get.
“Are you ready?” I ask, looking at the small bag and her computer bag on the sofa.
“Yes. It’s enough, right?”
“I would say pack a little more, just in case we get snowed in again.” That’s not why, though. I plan to drag her back to my condo and lock her away, but I’ll use whatever excuse I can.
“Should I bring some more clothes for Isabelle?”
“I think she’ll be staying there a long time, so it might be a very good idea.”
“Okay. Then I need another twenty minutes.”
I load the trunk and take in the sight before me. They live in a quaint little neighborhood that I could see our family living in, although with a much bigger house. We both have small families, but I’m planning to change that. I want a team of little chefs and designers running around, and I’m sure Franco’s thinking the same way. He has a castle to store all his future kids and with space left over.
“What’s wrong?” Anabelle asks, coming to my side, eyes full of concern
I slide my hand around her waist and tug her to my side. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was just thinking, and only good things.”
“Well, I’m finally ready.”
“About time, woman,” I tease, turning toward her and kissing her pretty pink lips. She giggles, pulls away, and runs around to the passenger side, hopping in before I can catch her.
“I’m guessing you use that treadmill a lot.”
“Normally five miles a day,” she sighs. I didn’t see her on that bad boy today or yesterday, but I might have gotten here after she worked out.
“Damn, did I mess up your day?”
“Not in the slightest. I have a feeling you’ll help me burn a lot more calories before the night is through.”
“Damn right I will. Or at least I’ll try.” We buckle up, and just as I’m about to reverse out of the driveway, she presses her hand onto my forearm.
I stop and give her my attention. “Look. I’m not denying what we have or where this is going, but for today, I don’t want to make it about us. Franco and Isabelle have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
“So you want to keep our relationship a secret?” In the pit of my stomach I hate this idea more than anything, but she’s right. Franco has loved Isabelle for so long and they deserve to share their happiness with us without being overshadowed even if it’s just a tiny shadow.
“Just for today.”
“Fine. Just for today.”
“Then
tomorrow I can post on Instagram?” she offers, mocking the post that brought her so much pain for nothing. I wish I’d known because Anabelle was mine before I met her.
“Yep. I want the world to know you’re mine. So you can share away when you’re ready.” I lean in and steal a kiss. “Got everything?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Then let’s go.” We finally hit the road and thankfully the plows have done a good job. It’s going to need more work, but it’s not an instant fix when there’s thousands of miles to cover on a holiday. Still, I’m just enjoying the time I have alone with Anabelle, breathing in her fruity scent. We make it to my brother’s in a reasonable time and then Anabelle releases the standard gasp when anyone sees this place for the first time. It’s a work of art for sure.
Chapter Seven
Anabelle
Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said it was a castle. It’s a mansion with two spires on the ends, giving it that feel and yet it’s modern as well. Stately. That’s what I get out of it and I’m in love with the beauty. It truly is a work of art.
We pull into the expansive driveway, and he asks me to wait here. Another tall man comes out of the other car, and they hug. I wonder if he’s one of the cousins because he looks just like them.
They clear the stairs, and then I see a pretty redhead with a smile on her face. I step out of the vehicle, refusing to wait. “That’s Mia,” Fabio says, coming to my side before I start tripping again and jumping to conclusions.
“God, she’s gorgeous,” I whisper in amazement.
“Yes. She gets her looks from her mother.”
“Well, damn. Those are some good genes. Who’s that?” I question, referring to the man he was shoveling the snow with.
“Never mind about him. Go say hi to your sister, and I’ll be in there in a minute with our bags.”
I run up the stairs as he heads back to the vehicle. “Isabelle!” I shout, running up the stairs and nearly tumble only to feel Fabio’s hands on me, keeping me safe and horny at the same time.
“Damn it, woman. Don’t you ever learn to be careful,” he growls, and I’m hit with a bit of anger.
“Only around men.” I glare at Fabio and then turn back to my sister with a grin. “Merry Christmas. I’m so glad you’re safe,” I say, hugging my sister.
“I haven’t officially met either of you ladies, but I’m Mia.” She sticks out her hands, and we shake them.
“Hi, Mia. God, you’re still as beautiful as I remember,” Isabelle says.
“Same to you, girl. I’ll introduce you to the family later, but let’s walk.” Mia slides her arm over Isabelle’s shoulders and leads the way through a massive entryway with floor-to-two-story ceilings. “From the smile on my cousin’s face, I want to say thank you. It’s nice to see him happy, and the only one to make him that way is you.”
“Thank you, but he’s my happiness too.” I love seeing that look on Isabelle’s face.
“That’s clear as day. Wow, how did Fabio miss it the whole freaking time?”
“Fabio misses a lot of things. Too busy chasing celebrities and models probably.” God, I sound like a cunt. I need to calm it down. I know he’s a better man than I ever gave him credit for and he’s crazy about me.
After we’re introduced to the entire family, I stick close to my sister because I missed her and because I need a buffer between Fabio and me. It’s nuts, but I ache to climb his body and grind on him in front of everyone, even though I’m the one who put the brakes on the relationship.
It’s already late in the evening, so although it is Christmas, the family wants to open gifts in the morning like they would have done this morning. I love the traditions they share, and more and more, I want to be a part of them. Fabio’s eyes land on me a couple of times throughout dinner, even going so far as making a claim that I’m taken.
It’s almost ten when we all call it a night and head up to bed. I have my own room away from Fabio, but as soon as the other doors close, he barges through my door and flips me over his shoulder. “There’s no way we’re sleeping apart.”
I cover my mouth, muffling the giggle coming from deep within as he carries me into his room. “Um…Someone may have seen,” I hiss as he closes his door.
Tossing me onto the bed, my body bounces, and then he strikes with his strong body pinning me to the mattress. His eyes darken with heated intent and his jaw flexes before he speaks, “I don’t care. I’ve had to deal with enough torture for the day. You’re mine, and I want to announce it out to the world.” Fabio crushes my mouth with his in a kiss that screams possession. He’s right. He owns me and I know it. I’ve known it before he did.
I grab his hair, running my fingers up and down his head, marking him. I need so much more than he can ever understand, and I want us to finally push the past aside and start our life together.
He licks my pulse, and I can’t stop the whimper of need that spills from my lips. “I want you, Fabio.”
"No more holding back, Anabelle. I'm in love with you, even though that scares the fuck out of me. Please tell me that you'll give me a chance to prove it to you."
"Then make love to me, Fabio. I've been thinking of you for years, longing in ways that only you inspire. I’m sorry if I pushed too far, too much tonight.”
He freezes, looking down at me with a nervous energy. Concern and excitement war with each other as he clears his throat and says, “Baby, all that talk about not being taken did, was push me harder to prove otherwise. You’re about to be proven wrong because you’re more than taken. I’m claiming you as mine forever. Do you understand me?”
I run my hands along his strong jaw, loving the two-day old scruff. "Crystal clear, Fabio. Just remember that I’m just as crazy jealous and will need constant reassurance with daily orgasms at the very least.”
"Tesoro, I can't promise it will be good the first time, but I'll try to get myself under control."
"Well, you can make it up to me later."
We both smile with the tiniest little laughs, but it’s quickly replaced with a serious intent in his eyes. With a cocky smirk, he whispers, “At least once a day.”
Fabio cups my face, his hands strong yet there’s a slight tremor in them as he brings his mouth to mine. Passion, hunger, and longing are clear in his caramel eyes before they close, and his lips kiss me so tenderly. My riotous emotions demand we move faster, but I want this moment to last.
Reaching up, I slide my hands down his back, wishing he was already naked so I could feel his taut muscles with nothing between us. His tongue caresses mine as he grinds his hips against my pelvis, sending his length over my mound. I want this man like my next breath.
I need more.
“I need to see all of you,” he growls like he’s reading my mind.
“Please,” I moan, watching him step back. I rise up and slide off his sweater. I do the same, leaving me in my prettiest bra because I had a feeling I’d give this man every bit of me today if he’d take it. From the look in his eyes and the tent in his pants there’s no doubt where this is leading to.
“Fuck, you’re…wow…so perfect. Now get rid of those pants or I’ll rip them off myself.” We’ve already seen each other naked, but this is different. This is so much more. I lift my hips and slide down my pants, revealing a pair of Christmas tree panties.
“Damn, it’s my own personal wrapping paper.” He licks his lips, grabbing his cock through his jeans. Fabio steps onto the floor and then removes the rest of his clothes. It’s my turn to wet my lips, tongue darting out as I watch his massive cock bounce against his stomach. His body is a work of art that I get to enjoy.
“Come unwrap your present,” I say, arching my brow while slowly sliding my hand over my mound, cupping my pussy through the material that is absolutely soaked.
A low growl rips through him like wild animal. “Don’t touch my gift. It’s mine and I can tell you now, I don’t like to share my things.”
“Selfish.”
I pout but don’t stop.
“Possessive and proud of it.” He kneels on the bed, swatting my hands away. Fabio’s talented fingers grab the fabric and yank, ripping them off me.
I shoot him a look a pure shock. “Hey, I liked those.”
“I told you—wrapping paper. It gets shredded, but I’ll make sure you have plenty of new pairs every year.” He dips his head and presses kisses down my body until he reaches my pussy. Licking me until I’m about to burst, he rises up and pushes the tip just past my slit. I gasp as the pressure intensifies almost to point of pain. Our eyes are locked on each other as he lifts one of my legs over his hip while his other hand fists my hair. With a hard tug, he kisses me rough before driving his cock all the way into me. I bite on his bottom lip and then cry out.
It doesn’t hurt as much as I expected, but the rush of multiple points of contact sends pleasure and pain through me, and I don’t know which I enjoy more. Slowly, I open my eyes and see Fabio looking down with concern, his lip bleeding.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m the one who’s sorry. I hurt you.”
“In such a good way. Please don’t stop now. Kiss me and I promise not to bit so hard.”
“God, woman, I love you so damn much.”
“I love you, Fabio. More than anything in the world.” We kiss and rock together, moving slowly, working our bodies until we pick up the pace. Every thrust is met with words of need and promise of forever. I have no doubts anymore about my man. “Fuck me harder,” Fabio.
“Quiet, woman.”
“I’m so close. I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Come quietly or there will be trouble,” he growls. “No one gets to hear your orgasms but me.”
Well maybe I want to be in trouble. He grips my throat a little bit aggressively, but it’s not hurting me at all. “You want trouble, don’t you, bad girl?”
“Yep.” He grinds harder and faster.
“Shout down these walls before kids fill these rooms.”
“Yes. I’m coming, Fabio. Yes.” I orgasm. I guess it liked that because I could feel his thickness pulse in me and then he slams once more and then pauses, spilling his seed all over my fertile walls. We feel our release hit us fully. Our voices rip through the room until his mouth cuts off my screams.