by Sam Crescent
“Get it nice and wet. Lick it.”
She covered his cock in her saliva, getting him exactly how he wanted, wet, and as he thrust back into her mouth, he hit her throat.
He did this a couple of times, letting her get accustomed to the feel of him going that far.
After a few minutes of this, he hit the back of her throat and didn’t pull back. Staring into her eyes, he waited and her eyes went wide, but she didn’t fight him.
With his grip in her hair, he held her in place, and then pressed another inch inside her mouth.
“Relax. Don’t panic. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She gagged, and he pulled back. Still holding her hair, he pushed again, and this time, he got a little further before she gagged. Her hands went to his thighs, her nails biting into his flesh, but that was okay.
Over and over, he got her used to him hitting her throat, making her take him, watching those lips stretch around his dick like they were supposed to. She looked so fucking beautiful, so perfect, and he couldn’t resist her.
Fucking her mouth, he changed it up from making her deep throat him to shallow thrusts. His cock was completely coated in her saliva.
He felt the first stirrings of his orgasm start to build.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, and when I do, I don’t want you to swallow.”
Her eyes once again went wide, but she did as he asked.
As he came, he held the tip in her mouth, her lips covering his length holding him inside her as wave upon wave of cum filled her mouth. He waited until every single last drop was done with before pulling out from between her lips.
She pressed them together.
“Show me.”
She frowned at him.
“Tilt your head back and show me.”
She tilted her head back and then slowly opened her mouth. There, pooling, was his cum.
Wrapping his fingers around her lips, he watched.
“Swallow it.”
She did so, and he watched it disappear.
Fucking beautiful.
****
Arika couldn’t believe she had just done that and not only done it, but also enjoyed it. She loved how he ordered her around. The darkness swirling in his gaze. The temptation he gave her by just giving her orders.
Vincenzo lifted her up from the floor, his lips grazing across her collarbone before he moved her to the bed.
He pushed her down, going with her. His cock, now flaccid, was pressing against her body. He wasn’t hard yet, but she didn’t imagine he would be for a little time. She’d taken every single drop like he’d demanded, and it had surprised her how much he had come.
He nipped at her neck, his lips trailing down to suck on one tit then the other before moving back to the first one.
She took his weight as he pushed her tits together, licking, sucking, and biting at her nipples. Each tug and bite seemed to make her clit ache for more. Her body was so sensitive and so alive for more of his touch. She couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t just suck at her nipples though.
She watched as he licked and nipped the sides of her breasts before moving down to her pussy. His tongue slid across her clit, and she thrust up, wanting more. He held her legs open, and he concentrated on her clit, not going anywhere else, just her clit, doing the same to her nub as he’d done to every other part of her body.
Arika didn’t know how much time had passed. She was getting so wet that she felt it spilling from her pussy, moving down the crack of her ass.
Vincenzo suddenly pulled away as he flipped her over, moving her to her knees.
Pressing her face against the pillow she gasped as his finger slid inside her. He followed with a second, pushing in and out, stretching her pussy.
He didn’t linger for long, and she tensed up as he brought those slick fingers out and started to tease her anus.
“I’m going to fuck this, Arika. When you leave me tonight I will take every single hole and make it mine. Not a part of you will be untouched.”
She was nervous but knew she wanted this.
Whatever he wanted to do to her, she was more than ready, desperate even, for his touch.
He began to circle her anus, pressing against the puckered hole.
She gritted her teeth, not wanting him to slide inside her and yet wanting him to as well. It felt dirty, wrong, and yet it was also utterly right.
“Relax, baby.”
His other hand cupped her pussy so he was working her pussy and ass at the same time. One finger slid inside her as the other pressed against the tight ring of muscles, begging to be let in.
She couldn’t fight against the pleasure and gave herself up to it, relaxing. He pushed inside her to the knuckle, going in deep.
She cried out at the initial intrusion, somewhat shocked by the feel of him in her pussy and ass.
The finger in her pussy moved out, stroking over her clit as the one in her ass moved in and out.
“That’s it, Arika. Feel me.”
The sensations were different, but they were also taken over by the pleasure as he continued to tease her clit.
When he added a second finger to her ass, she gasped.
He took his time, working her, stretching her. He made her moan as the pain morphed into pleasure, making her want so much more.
When he added in a third finger, opening her up, she couldn’t believe she was taking it.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. You’re going to take my cock so easily.”
She moaned again, and as he stroked her pussy, she couldn’t find a single argument to disagree with him. She wanted his cock. She wanted this.
He stroked her clit, moving down to plunge inside her as his other hand stretched her anus, getting her used to being touched there.
Tomorrow would be a hard day for her, but it was going to be so worth it. There was no way she could stop this.
She’d imagined this for so long.
Had wanted it for even longer.
She couldn’t say no.
Not now.
“So fucking pretty. I wish you could see this. Your asshole opening up. Don’t worry, it’ll go tight back together, but right now it wants a nice big cock inside it. Fuck, that is pretty.”
She turned her head, and with all the mirrors, she saw him staring at her ass, his finger stretching her.
The pleasure to her third orgasm was building, and she closed her eyes once again, feeling his touch, basking in what he was doing to her body again.
She’d dreamed of feeling something like this.
Of having a man do what he wanted with her, and she was a mere puppet in his hands. He teased her body, drove her crazy with need, and as she came for the third time that night, she screamed his name, not wanting to let him go even though she knew she’d have to.
Everything he was doing to her, she wanted more than anything.
She’d pushed all of her fantasies to one side and all that left was the two of them.
****
Arika’s pussy was dripping wet.
Her asshole was nice and ready for him.
Vincenzo couldn’t get e-fucking-nough of this woman. Her body was a dream to him. A blank canvas he could work with, make his own.
This was supposed to be a one-time deal, just tonight where he got to fuck her every which way he wanted. Tomorrow, she’d go back to her life, and he’d go back to his.
He hoped after he’d taken every single virginity she possessed that he still wasn’t thinking about her or craving her.
This life with him wasn’t for the fainthearted. It was a hard life. A cruel life, but a life he'd been living and one he couldn’t just walk away from.
Gripping his cock, he placed it at the entrance of her pussy and slid in deep. Their combined releases coated his dick, slicking him up, ready to take her.
He fucked her three times and pulled out, placing the tip where his fingers had been moments before.
Her asshol
e wasn’t used to this kind of intrusion, and tomorrow she’d hurt but she’d remember this.
Slowly, inch by inch, he sank inside her ass.
She cried out, and he paused, letting her get used to this.
Her ass was nothing like her pussy.
He didn’t want to hurt her, and if he wasn’t careful and she fought him, he could do some serious damage to her anus. The point of tonight was not only to sate his own needs but to also drive her crazy as well.
Sliding in and out, he fucked her, driving her higher with every single push, not going to deep, only letting her grow wild with a few inches.
When she could take what he could give her and she started to thrust back, he pushed more of his dick within her, watching it disappear inside her ass. She was tight as well, incredibly so.
This woman was made for his cock. Made for him in every single way.
Pushing his cock to the hilt within her tight ass, he held himself there. Wrapping his arms around her body, he lifted her up so that her back was pressed against his front. Kissing her shoulder, he glanced in the mirror in front of them.
Her eyes were squeezed tight.
“Look at me,” he said.
She opened her eyes, and gasped.
“You look so fucking hot. My dick is deep inside your ass right now. Where it should be.” In response her ass tightened around his length, and he hissed out. “So tight. You want me to fuck you.”
She nodded.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Baby, you are so perfect. You don’t even realize at times just how amazing you are.”
He let her go, wrapping his hand in her hair as he started to pull out of her ass, and staring at his slick cock, he thrust back in. They both cried out.
Vincenzo took his time, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her, fucking her, taking her, driving her wild.
She was made for fucking.
Her body was so perfect for his cock, the way her pussy had opened up for him, her mouth swallowing his cum, and now her ass taking his dick.
She’d be the perfect woman to come home to, to look forward to seeing at the end of a long, hard day.
One night.
Only one night.
He couldn’t have more than this moment.
Taking her ass, he waited for that special moment as she pushed back against him, going just a little deeper.
She drove backward, fucking him back, and he knew he had her.
Her face had gone from one of pain and pleasure to just one of absolute rapture. Releasing her hair, he gripped her hips and slapped her ass, taking her, pounding inside her anus so she knew who she belonged to.
No one else was ever going to compare to him.
She could live her happy life, but she’d always know he was out there, what he could to do her body, and in this moment, he was going to be a selfish fucking bastard because he didn’t want to share her with anyone.
If he couldn’t have her completely, then he was going to take what little piece he could. All of her first times so any man that came after, she’d always think of him. It was the most selfish thing he’d ever done, and he didn’t even feel remorse for it.
She belonged to him, and nothing was ever going to keep them apart.
Not now, not ever.
He took what he wanted, and when he came, he slid to the hilt and spilled wave upon wave of his cum deep in her ass, making her take it.
This time once he came, he didn’t pull away.
He covered her body, wrapping his arms around her, holding her against him as his cock slowly grew flaccid.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Sore, but I can handle that.”
“We need to wash,” he said. Slowly withdrawing from her, he climbed off the bed but not before seeing his cum spilling from between her ass cheeks. Now that was a pretty sight. He didn’t linger, heading back into his bathroom, running a fresh bath with extra salts. He walked back to the bedroom and picked her up in his arms.
She held onto him, and he didn’t leave her this time or sit out of the bath.
He joined her, pulling her against his chest, knowing this was the last moment he’d feel this.
He didn’t like that bolt of pain that struck him knowing someone else would be with her soon. There would be a man who’d know what a precious gem she was, and Vincenzo was just going to have to live with that.
Kissing the top of her head, he held her close.
These were the moments he’d cherish for himself. She knew a lot about him, and she didn’t push him away. Nothing else mattered. Just this.
Chapter Nine
“We found this sniveling little shit lurking behind one of the crates at our shipment. He had this in his hands.” One of Galiza’s sons held up a camera, about to destroy it.
“Don’t do that,” Vincenzo said.
“You’re telling me what to do?”
“I’m telling you not to destroy his camera.”
“It’s got fucking evidence on it of our shipment of coke.”
“Or it could have evidence as to who else has been leaking information to the cops,” Vincenzo said.
That’s what the Galizas were having to deal with right now. Their businesses throughout the city were being raided. Men and women were being arrested, and some of them were ending up in the river.
Most people were pointing at the Vitale family.
Vincenzo didn’t for a second believe it was another family getting the law involved. This was an inside job, and he had a feeling someone was trying for a takeover of Galiza’s place. If there was enough proof that Galiza wasn’t strong enough to hold the family together, then there would be a vote of no confidence and he would be removed from his spot.
Staring at one of Galiza’s sons, Vincenzo had a feeling it could be one of them.
“We don’t need whatever this fucking rat has to offer,” Galiza said.
“Then why bring us in?” Daniel asked, speaking up from his little corner. They had been called to come to the warehouse down at the docks. It was over a three-hour drive from the city, and Vincenzo hadn’t wanted to come here to deal with this shit, especially as he didn’t trust any of Galiza’s sons. They all had a potential motive for going after their father.
It’s why he didn’t trust them.
Any one of them could want their father’s place and in doing so, feed enough evidence to the cops to put pressure on their father. Of course, he didn’t have any proof.
“Who do you think you’re talking to, soldier?” The oldest Galiza glared at Daniel.
“Clearly, you want this fucker dead without talking.”
“We want him to talk.”
“Then hand over the camera. That’s part of him talking as well,” Daniel said.
“If we don’t have that camera, I’m not helping with this,” Vincenzo said.
“You’re a fucking minion, Barbato. You will do as you’re told.”
“I’m your father’s fucking minion, not yours. I don’t take orders from a baby.”
“That is quite enough,” the head Galiza said, entering the warehouse.
Vincenzo watched Galiza’s sons, waiting or trying to find a sign that they were guilty or shocked to see him. When he’d gotten the call to come to the docks, he’d called the head Galiza himself to find out the truth.
Galiza had been shocked to discover he was wanted at the docks and had agreed to be there at some point.
“Dad, what are you doing here?”
“You don’t think I know what goes down at my own dock? When my weapon is called to do business, I know what is going on. That is the camera he was using?”
“Yes, Dad, but we don’t—”
“Give it to fucking Daniel now. I’m tired of this bullshit. You want Vincenzo to do his job but take part of what he needs. Give him the fucking camera.
”
The camera was thrown in Daniel’s direction.
Vincenzo watched as his guard caught it and smiled. It had been thrown in such a way that it could have been smashed.
“I used to play ball back in the day,” Daniel said.
Yeah, he was getting more and more convinced that one of these fuckers was behind the constant raids and law problems they were having.
He’d even gotten pulled over just the other day and had to give his license and registration. The cop had been shitting himself, but Vincenzo had known something was up then.
“Good, now, let’s see how a master handles something like this. You may take over, Vincenzo.”
The man in the chair whimpered. “Please, I don’t know anything.”
Moving away from his space, Vincenzo walked in front of the man.
“Do you know who I am?”
“You’re the mafia’s dog. Their weapon. You hurt everyone and everything.”
For a split second he thought about Arika. He didn’t know why she flashed in his mind. The morning after the night they shared together, as promised, he’d dropped her off at her apartment.
No kisses.
No goodbyes.
One night of smoking hot sex and that had been the end of it.
Pushing her to the back of his mind, he looked at the man sitting in front of him. Grabbing a chair, he heard someone sigh.
“He’s going to have some fun,” Daniel said.
Straddling the chair, Vincenzo looked at the guy. He didn’t even recognize him.
“You got any family?” Vincenzo asked.
“No. None.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“I’m a reporter. I don’t have family. It’s too dangerous.” He sobbed out the last part, clearly knowing he wasn’t going to leave this dock alive.
“So, are you going to tell me everything I need to know?”
“I don’t know anything. I promise.”
“But you came to this dock.” He reached into his jacket and looked at his wallet. “And you’re about six hours out of your way from where you live.” He threw his ID at him, then his credit cards. “Your life is nowhere near this dock, so you had to travel here.”
“We don’t need to—”