by Alexa Riley
It’s not until she shuts the door behind her that I register what’s happened. I should have said something back to her, but I guess there’s time for that later. This is a lot to take in at once.
I glance around the room. It’s just as stunning as the rest of the house, but I find myself walking back to the door instead of exploring my new room. I want to look out into the hall and see if I can find Gio. I tell myself it’s so that I’ll know where he is, but I’m beginning to obsess about him. This isn’t good.
I turn the handle to just take a peek, and almost jump out of my skin when I see him standing right at my door. A slow, sexy smile pulls at his lips. He’s more casual now. His suit jacket is gone and his sleeves are rolled up. A couple of buttons are undone on his dress shirt and he looks even sexier than normal. Crap.
I want to go back to when I thought he was crushing on me, and not just a spy. I should’ve known better. A man like him probably dates tall, skinny women. He’s probably used to models. Not short girls with glasses and who have hair they can’t control to save their life. Not to mention I’m on the chubby side.
“Here to spy on me?” I snip, putting my hands on my hips. Better to start on the defensive side.
“Spy?” he queries. He raises one eyebrow as if he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
“Isn’t that why you’ve been following me around for days? Spying and getting information for your boss?”
He shakes his head as he takes a step toward me. I retreat, but he only takes another step into my room. We slowly do this until I’m pressed up against something hard. His hands come up to cage me in on both sides of my body. His giant frame shields every part of me. I should be freaking out, but my breathing picks up and I feel my nipples tighten. I’m turned on. Double crap.
“I’ve been following you because I like watching you.” His words still my breath. “I want you.”
I shake my head. This can’t be happening.
“You’re in the mob, aren’t you?” I throw back, wanting no part of something like that. Even if I want him so badly in this moment it aches.
“What mob?” he asks lazily, as if he has no idea what I’m talking about. I roll my eyes. “There are some things we don’t talk about, Dollface.”
He leans down, rubbing his nose along my neck and up to my ear. I should push him away, but I find my fingers on his chest, digging into his button-up dress shirt.
“Some things I can’t tell you for your own good,” he whispers in my ear. His breath tickles my ear. He buries his face into my curls, and I feel him inhale against me. How is this turning me on? He pulls back a little and looks into my eyes. “But if you ask me again, I’ll tell you. I’ll never tell you a lie. But I think you already know the answer to your question.”
“I’m scared,” I admit. Not of him. I don’t know why, though, because on paper he should be terrifying. Maybe it’s the softness on his face as he’s looking at me. Having him this close is calming, and though I can’t explain it, I don’t want it to stop.
The only time I was scared was when I was alone under the roof of some mob boss. Who, oddly enough, just cooked me a really good meal. But the second Gio walked in, that fear melted away. When he’s near me, I’m safe.
“I’d never let anything happen to you. Ever.” He says the last word with so much finality that it makes me believe him.
He brings one of hands to my face. He touches me so softly, as if I’m delicate. Without realizing it, I’m leaning into him. I want the security of his protection, and the feeling of him is a warm, safe blanket wrapping around me.
His whole body goes rock solid and his eyes flare with something as they turn even darker. I should turn my head, but instead I tilt it back even more. My lips part just a little, and my eyes fall closed. His warm breath caresses me right before I feel his lips on mine.
It’s soft and gentle at first. He’s tentative in his touch, but I push against him as I rise up on my tippy toes. I press my mouth to his, and as I do, it’s like all his control snaps. He grips my hips with bruising fingers, digging into me as his mouth opens. I moan at his possessiveness and push my body into his. Letting his shirt go, I slide my hands up his hard body and wrap my arms around his neck.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth and I taste a smoky caramel. It’s sweet and I want more of his taste. I get lost in him. I forget about every crazy thing that happened today and focus on this moment. There are no thoughts about anything except the pleasure that’s shooting through my body.
I rub against him, trying to get closer. His hands leave my hips and go to my ass. He lifts me easily, like I weigh nothing, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. I move my body against his, but then suddenly I’m pinned beneath him on a soft surface. I didn’t even feel us move, but I don’t care. I just want to rub every inch of myself against all of his hardness, but his heavy body has me pinned. Just when I’m about to beg for it, he starts to move on top of me.
A deep moan from the center of my soul rises up from my chest as he dry humps me on the bed. The weight of him on top of me, pinning me down and controlling me…this is more erotic than anything I’ve ever fantasized about.
I want to cry out with pleasure, but instead I keep my lips locked with his as our tongues taste one another.
Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away from mine. “Let me give it to you,” he says, but I pull him back toward me to kiss me again. I don’t want to lose his mouth, not even for a second. This is all feeling too good and something big is building between my legs as he rocks his steely erection against me.
It’s then I realize what’s happening. I was so lost in his kiss I didn’t even feel his hand snaking up my dress. I can’t stop kissing him to tell him to keep going because the feeling of his lips on mine is too good. I pray he understands my Morse code moans and keeps going.
He’s moving my panties to the side. I should tell him to stop, but I push that thought right out the window and shamelessly lift my hips in invitation. Just as cool air hits my pussy, fingers brush my clit and I moan into his mouth. He growls back, the sound sending a delicious shiver through my whole body. My god, is this real? I feel like I’ve landed in a romance novel with the man of my dreams.
He pulls his mouth from mine and moves it to my neck. He’s sucking and kissing me there as he strokes me back and forth. His fingers slide down, pushing inside and making me gasp. There are so many sensations at once, and the sudden invasion quickly turns into pleasure as he moves in and out of me slowly. His rubs my clit again, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips to his rhythm. He starts moving faster and I move with him, the two of us getting me off together.
“That’s it, Emma. Look how greedy you are for it. I bet you wish this was my cock, don’t you?” he says in my ear. “If it was, when that sweet orgasm hits, I know it would send me over the edge. With this tight little pussy clamped around my dick and sucking me off, there’s no way I could hold back. You’d make me do it, because you’d be trying to get one more stroke on it and I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“Gio!” I scream his name as his words send me over the edge. I could picture it all, him inside me as I rode his cock, and the fantasy was too much. I cum, and my entire body jerks. My legs shake and my breath catches. It’s pleasure-filled lava rolling through my veins and just as fast as every atom in my body tensed with pleasure, everything goes lax.
My body melts into the softness of the bed as I enjoy the tingling all over. It takes me a moment to finally open my eyes, but when I do I see Gio licking his fingers. I bite my lip. I like that he wants to taste me.
He sits up, and I try to reach for him to pull him back down on top of me. His eyes are trained between my legs, and I notice my skirt has risen all the way up. He leans down, fixing my panties before placing a soft kiss on my now-covered mound.
“Mine,” he growls against it, and I feel the vibration on my clit. I gasp, and I swe
ar a mini orgasm shoots through me.
Then he’s pulling me from the bed and I wonder what’s happening now. I’m too weak to move.
He unbuttons his shirt, and I watch as his tanned, muscled skin comes into view. I want to reach out and touch it. I want to run my fingers though the hair he has there, but my shyness gets the best of me.
He reaches for me, grabbing my dress and lifting it over my head, leaving me in only a bra and panties. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. I’m not skinny by any means, and I blush as I move to cover myself. But before I can, he reaches out and stops me.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you could be more beautiful,” he says, halting my movement.
He reaches around and unsnaps my bra, my full breasts spilling free. A rumble leaves his chest, and I smile a little. He seems to like what he sees. Then he reaches down and wiggles my panties off my hips and puts them on the bedside table.
“Put this on or you’re going to be flat on your back with me inside you.” He hands me his shirt. I slide it on and he buttons it up for me. “Back on the bed. You need some rest.”
I do as he says, but I don’t want him to leave. He leans down, picking something off the floor, and I see it’s my glasses. They must have fallen off when we were going at it. He carefully places them on the night stand, and the gesture strikes me as loving and tentative.
He turns, and I want to ask him to stay, that I’ll feel safer if he’s with me. Which is crazy because just yesterday I was running from him. But he only goes into the bathroom, and when he comes out a few minutes later he’s wearing boxer briefs and nothing else. I can’t help but watch him move across the room. I’ve never noticed a man’s thighs before, but I can’t pull my eyes away from his. They are thick and I can see his muscles flex powerfully as he moves.
He crawls into bed on the other side, and I don’t say a word. I’m not sure what I should even say, which seems to happen a lot around here. I have no idea what is even happening, but I do know that it feels better than anything I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to stop.
Then the room goes dark, and I roll over on my side, facing away from him. I’m missing his warmth from when he was on top of me, but I don’t know how to say that to him. It’s all happening so fast.
Suddenly I’m pulled to the middle of the bed, and I squeak in surprise. His whole body wraps around mine in a protective, possessive hold, and I sigh happily. This is exactly what I wanted and needed, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.
“Sleep, Dollface. There’s no reason to be scared,” he says in my ear before kissing my neck.
I believe him. I’ve only known him for a short time, but I can already tell I’m safe in his arms. And as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, I think about how I’ve never felt anything so close to love.
Chapter Five
Giovanni
I don’t sleep a wink with her round ass and thick thighs cradling my dick. After a few hours of strangled torture, I finally just kicked off my boxer briefs because it was too painful to keep them on. I slid my bare cock between the damp folds of her pussy. I didn’t enter her, just nestled it there and felt her wet heat against the length of it. The tip of my cock poked through her thighs to the front, and I felt her hand settle over the top of it as she slept.
The feeling of her warm palm on my cock was enough to make me spill in her hand. I clenched my teeth and held her close as I spurted between her fingers and pulsed against her clit. After that release, I’d expected to drift off to sleep. But just like Emma, my expectations were turned on their head. Instead, my need grew ten-fold and I lay awake thinking of all the things I hope to do to her. Soon.
So many times during the night I reached to the bedside table for her panties and put them to my nose, just so I could smell her. I want to eat her pussy so bad, but I’d like her to be awake for it. I could see how tired she was last night, barely able to hold her eyes open after what I’d done to her. I want her wide awake and eyes on me when I’m eating her sweet cream.
“Gio,” she mumbles, her voice filled with sleep.
The sun has just begun to peek through the hazy morning clouds, and her body stirs in my arms.
“Giovanni,” I say, kissing her neck. “Say all of it, my love.”
“Giovanni.” Her hips move this time when she says it, and my hard cock glides through her wet folds.
Reaching down, I take her wrist and bring her hand up for me to look at it. Now that there’s light, I want to see the mark I left on her. The traces of my cum are sticky between her fingers, and I watch as she brings her hand to her mouth and licks her fingers.
“Fuck,” I groan, and she closes her eyes and hums in appreciation.
“I thought it was a dream,” she says, moving her hips to slide up and down my length.
I still haven’t penetrated her pussy, but my cock is thick and long, and she rides it like a saddle.
“Seeing you lick my cum off your hands is going to get you fucked, Dollface.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” She looks back at me and reaches around, gripping my waist. She pulls me closer as she rolls her pussy on my cock.
“You’re not even going to give me a real taste before I claim it?”
She licks her lips, and I see the blush on her cheeks.
“Make no mistake, I’ll know the curve of your pussy with every inch of my cock before the day is over. But I think it’s only gentlemanly of me to suck that pussy dry before I fuck you legless.”
“Oh god.”
The words are barely past her lips before I have her flat on her back and I’m ripping the buttons off the dress shirt I put on her last night.
“The only thing you’re praying to is me, Dollface. So get my name on your lips.”
“Giovanni,” she moans as I spread her legs and run my fingers up her pussy lips in a V to spread them.
I lean forward and inhale her scent before I open my mouth and cover her cunt with it. Her sugary vanilla taste hits my tongue, and I’m like a kid getting his first cookie. I savor every inch of her, sucking on her lips and then her clit. I move down and lick inside her, then work back up to her delicate pearl.
“Look at me,” I growl.
She snaps open her eyes, and I see her chest move up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She’s gripping the sheets and her legs are strained as she lies there and takes what I give her.
“Watch me eat it,” I demand, sucking her pussy into my mouth and moaning at the flavor.
She trails her gaze down to where my mouth is, and her jaw drops, making her lips form a perfect O. I’d love to shove my cock between them, but I’m busy feasting on the best meal I’ve ever put in my mouth.
I press down on her thighs, stretching them wide. I want those muscles to get used to being open. Once I start breeding her, they’re going stay that way for years.
“That f-feels s-so good,” she stutters as I graze my teeth down her clit.
“Does this?” I push two fingers inside her and feel her impossibly tight pussy clamp down. “How are you so little down here, Dollface? You never been broken in?”
“No,” she moans as I find her G-spot and rub it.
I pause my strokes and lean up to look at her face. “What?” I ask, a tone of authority lining my voice.
“I’m a virgin. Please don’t stop, Giovanni. I’m so close,” she whines as she rolls her hips in invitation.
I close my eyes as a red haze of need falls over them. I have to take a deep breath and pull on my reins because once I get inside her, I’m going to fuck her through the mattress.
“Does it matter? I didn’t think it was a big—”
I cut her words off as I pump my fingers in and out of her and put my mouth back on her clit. Suddenly I’m a goddamn machine hellbent on getting her virgin cunt to cum as many times as possible. It’s like she just told me getting her off was an Olympic sport and I’m a fucking gold medalist.
“That’s it. Right there,
Giovanni.”
I lay my forearm across her hips to hold her down as her hips start to buck off the bed. I make her body take it as I rub her G-spot harder and flick my tongue fast against her clit.
She screams out her orgasm as liquid honey drips down my fingers and I drink it up. The taste of her sweet vanilla fills my mouth, and I moan at the flavor. I want to flip her over, pull her hips up, and stick every inch of my fat cock inside her, but I don’t.
Instead, I focus on her pleasure and making sure she’s feeling every wave of her orgasm as it hits her.
When she’s completely limp underneath me, I place one last kiss on the top of her pussy and move up her body. Her eyes are half closed and her body is wrung out, but her hand reaches for my cock. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing the inside of her wrist.
“Later, Dollface. We’ve got work to do.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I lean down, kissing her lips softly. “If I don’t get your seductive ass out of bed, I’ll never get anything done.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” she challenges, kissing me back.
“It will be for your ass when you can’t walk in a straight line.”
She giggles as I pull her from the bed and carry her to the shower.
Chapter Six
Emma
I never knew a shower could take so long. Or be so wonderful. Gio washed every inch of me about a dozen times, but I never once told him to stop. He finally had to pull us out of there because he said he wasn’t sure the tiles would be able to withstand his fucking me against them. When I giggled, he decided to test it by pinning me to them and eating me out.
God, I’m already tingling between my legs thinking about it. What is wrong with me? I don’t even know him. But the words he whispered to me are the things I’ve always dreamed of hearing. Can people actually find true love like this? If the pulse in my panties is any indication, then I’m head over heels.