Renaldo fucked her pussy and then her deepest hole with his tongue, and brought her to a collapsing orgasm on the sheets. He left her there squirming and holding herself. He went to the bathroom. There he gargled and cleansed his mouth. Everything in his life was orderly and neat—sex was more of the same. He checked his toiletry bag and found only one condom. The disappointment cut him to his core.
Was he for real? The man spent twenty minutes giving her the best head of her life and now he was brushing his teeth? She giggled to herself too high on pleasure to be insulted. The clean vibrant smell of his sheets was so erotic. Her body tingled in all the right places. The light clicked off in the bathroom and she could hear him approach the bed. Kyra didn’t bother to open her eyes. She heard the rip of the condom, and knew he slid one on. She had some in her purse to offer, but she figured a guy like him kept plenty.
The bed shifted. He joined her. She opened her eyes and looked up into those topaz beauties of his. They bore down on her with a feral look of hunger. It intensified the predatory edge to his clenched jaws and flared nostrils. If this was his look of restraint she liked it. She liked it a lot.
“How do you say give it to me in Italian?” she asked, as she reached between them and fisted his cock to guide him to her center.
“Dammelo,” he replied.
“Mmm, dammelo,” she said.
The initial thrust of his cock felt as if it were as wide as his fist. Kyra gasped and gripped his arms. He circled his hips and sank in a couple of shallow inches, but the invasion was intensely painful. “Ugh, baby, oh my God!” Kyra said, not believing she could receive all of him. “Rallenti…” she wheezed, remembering the warning he gave her at the beginning.
He kissed her forehead and worked his hips slow and easy to push deeper and deeper. Lord it was too much! There was plenty of tenderness in how he kissed her face and neck, but the powerful thrusts of his tunneling dick had her digging her nails into his skin. He gripped her hips with both hands tight as a vice and pinned her still beneath him. Then he thrust long strokes and soon, to her amazement, the walls of her pussy loosened for him. She lost her virginity when she was seventeen. She was no amateur. But Renaldo proved to be well endowed. She was never a fan of big dicks. Tonight, oh my, she was a believer in the almighty cock.
She found the rhythm and began to move with him and her lashes fluttered as pain dissolved into heat waves of pleasure. The man was pure muscle. She could feel it in his chest as he pressed down upon hers. She could feel it in his embrace as his arms slid beneath her and he cradled her close. And she could feel it in his dick, like steel wrapped in silk. Its power drove with relentless rhythm, deep, in-and-out, repeated long strokes.
Kyra whimpered the word once more. Rallenti.
Renaldo hadn’t heard her. He began to increase his thrusts. He fucked her fast and smooth. She fought to catch her breath. He pumped his hips and stroked up into her so deep she was nearly foolish enough to beg for more.
“Open your legs, wider!” he grunted never missing a beat.
Kyra gasped and feared obeying. How much deeper could he go? She held on to him and gave more of herself. He groaned against her ear. To her shock he did what she could not. He lifted her ankles and put then both around his neck. He then began to fuck her so fast and hard she nearly wept.
“Rallenti!” she cried out. This time she found her voice. “Rallenti! Rallenti! Rallenti!”
And he slowed again.
“Oh God! I can’t take it!” Kyra cried out almost in hysteria.
“Yes, cara. You will take it. And take it. And take it,” he kissed her neck. He wet her nipples with sucks and licks of his tongue.
She gritted her teeth as he began to torment her with slow short strokes, then switch to hard and deep penetrating thrusts. And true to his word she found she could indeed take it. Her pussy was on fire with sensations, raw heady sensations that sent jolts of pleasure through her channel. He pressed down on her and her legs were forced back with her knees crushed to her breasts. Although the back of her legs burned with discomfort from the stretch, the position freed her to really experience every inch of him.
“Rallenti,” she exhaled as he kept going, unable to stop. “Renaldo… please.”
He stopped and withdrew. “We go slow, for you, cara.”
“Please,” she begged.
“You cum for me,” he turned her to the side. She was too dazed to comprehend the meaning of his words. He spooned her from behind and they lay on their left sides. He kissed her neck and traced his tongue up to her ear. His large calloused hand cupped her breast and he gently rubbed the tender ache out of her nipple as he caressed her.
“Yes God,” she sighed.
“Not God, cara, Renaldo,” he said.
“Mmhmm,” she replied.
He was so careful with rubbing and kissing her as his dick pressed into her backside. Slowly he eased her into position again. Moving her thigh up, his hand rubbed down her belly and lower to massage her sensitive bud. “Your pussy, cara. Warm, tight. I like it. I wish it was mine. To feel it against my dick,” he breathed the words into her ear. And with slow ease he thrust into her once more. “American pussy tight? No?”
She laughed. “All pussy is tight,” she sighed and moved her hips to receive more of him once more.
“No. No. No. Not all pussy, not as sweet as this,” he said. He held her and pumped his cock in and out of her while massaging her clit and winding the tension in her pelvis to an unbearable tightness.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. Surprised to achieve it so easily, with all of his might he thrust deeply inside of her.
“Of course you will. I will see to it.” Renaldo said. He was slightly raised. She glanced back to see he was looking at their joining as he fucked her again and again. Kyra collapsed under the pressure and gave into the orgasmic release, crying out in splendor. And Renaldo joined her soon after. His breath escaped in jagged gusts as he lost his rhythm and seized her tight to him before he shuddered his release.
Exhausted, she couldn’t speak. Renaldo apologized. He kissed her face and her shoulder as he slowly pulled out of her. He said something in Italian she didn’t understand and she sighed. He rolled off the bed and left her there shivering as she had before. She heard the water run. He then returned and she felt a warm rag on her as he cleaned traces of their sex away. It was actually her essence since he used a condom. He then put them both under the covers.
“Are you always this tidy?” she asked turning toward him.
“Lay on my chest. I like you this way,” he replied. The position spoke to an intimacy they shouldn’t have under the rules of this brief encounter but she did as he asked. And to her surprise it did feel natural.
“Sleep,” he said as if giving an order.
“Whatever you say, Renaldo,” she yawned. Sleep is all she could handle.
***
Renaldo woke. His eyes flashed open and he stared at the ceiling. They slowly closed. Her warm mouth descended on his dick. His chest expanded as he dragged in a cool steady breath. Kyra was under the blanket. Her small hand held the stalk of his cock and her head bobbed up and down as she drew an erection forth that he didn’t know he could summon.
“Non fermati! Don’t stop!”
Her jaws suctioned and her hot wet mouth was almost as tight and soft as her pussy while she dragged it up his dick, and then took him deeply into her throat once more. He cursed out loud in celebration.
And then she did the unthinkable. She stopped. She inched up his body kissing his pelvis, licking his navel, dragging her tongue to his nipple when all he wanted was for her to do more dick sucking. He would have loved to cum in her throat. If she were his woman he would have insisted.
She eased up and the sheet fell away from her head and shoulders. It pooled around her hips. She grinned and showed him a condom. She had her own?
Renaldo frowned.
What kind of woman had her own condom? One look int
o her eyes and he realized the night wasn’t just his but hers as well. Kyra opened the condom and eased it down his dick.
“You like my ass don’t you?” she teased.
He arched a brow to the question. There wasn’t a part of her lovely body he didn’t like. He would burn it into his memory to conjure again when he returned to his disciplined life.
“I see the way you look at my ass when I walk past you,” she said and stroked his erection. “That’s why you dipped your tongue in it first. Isn’t it?”
“How do you see this? Do you have eyes behind your head?” he chuckled.
“Are you saying I’m wrong? Let’s see if you can keep your eyes off it now,” Kyra said. She turned on his lap and her lovely ass was all he could see in his face. She rose on her knees. Kyra looked back at him from over her shoulder. Her hair was groomed into a lovely style that had a wild, untamed, tangled look to it. It made her all the more exotic. She grabbed both of her butt cheeks and parted them, squeezed them, made them bounce up and down.
“Help me love,” she teased.
He reached and held to his dick for her descent. She brought her pussy down on the head of his cock and then sank deeper. Her pussy clenched and the muscles in his dick pulsed. She’d give him a ride he’d never forget. She gripped his knees and bounced on his dick with a sexy swirl of her hips upon her landing.
He gasped.
“The safe word, say it,” she panted.
He grunted. He refused to ask for mercy.
“Bad boy,” Kyra teased. It felt as if she squeezed the inner muscles of her pussy around his dick with each rise and fall. Was it possible she had so much control? Women typically did not enjoy sex with him due to the length of his cock and its girth. But he soon realized Kyra was not like other women. Damn. He was in love. At first he had to work her up to accept him, as he did with most women because of the size of his cock. But she now accommodated him nicely and she owned him. Saints be praised but he was hers.
Renaldo licked his lips and rubbed her ass. He smacked her ass. She put a dip in her back and kept bouncing on his lap. He did love her ass. In the skirts she wore around Mirabella’s. In the dress she wore that night. And now, most of all now, bouncing and shaking on his cock. Kyra reclined back into his chest. He gripped her by the breast with one hand and her pussy knot by the other while angling his hips for upward strikes.
“Make me cum, I want to, with you,” she wheezed.
He toyed with her bud and fucked her in the liberating position to drive them both closer to their threshold. And collapse they did.
Kyra giggled.
Renaldo smiled. “Who are you, Kyra?” he asked.
“Mmm, I’m just Kyra,” she replied. Renaldo’s eyes rolled in his head. His deflating cock didn’t want release. And neither did he.
Chapter Five
The Day After – Saturday & Sunday
Kyra heard voices in her head. She frowned and tried to determine who spoke first. Then the door closed. Her eyes flashed open. She looked around the room not sure of where she was. The wine had her feeling as if someone had driven spikes through her skull.
“Spikes through skull?” she frowned. She remembered the tattoo, she remembered the sex, and she remembered the man. Kyra sat up in bed, covering her nudity with the blanket. Renaldo walked in. He was dressed in a tailored suit, freshly shaved, smelling like a king. He looked at her for a moment and then smiled.
“I must go,” he informed her.
“Go? Are you kidding?” she asked.
“Order food if you like. A car awaits you,” he said.
“What do you mean go? Are you tossing me out?” she asked not able to mask her surprise and hurt. He looked at her as if he didn’t understand English. She knew he struggled with it. But it was a simple question. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
He chuckled. “Marietta and Catalina intend to do shopping. Tour the city. It is my job to see to it. Keep safe,” he said.
“Oh? Oh, okay,” Kyra sighed. She chewed on her bottom lip as he picked up his keys. Instead of fucking him all night she should have told him about how desperate she was for an interview with Catalina. She should have at least told him she needed his help or her dreams would not happen.
“Renaldo?” she said as he headed to the door.
“Can I see you again? Tonight?”
He stared at her for a moment. Kyra never failed at what she set her mind to. And right now her mind was set.
“No. I have to work,” he replied.
“Tomorrow then? Brunch? Here, in your suite? What will Catalina and Marietta want to do on a Sunday?” she smiled.
“Mass, they are Catholic,” he answered in that stone cold formal tone of his.
“Oh? Really?” she asked.
He smiled and she felt relief. He was teasing her. He did want to see her again. At the very least he should admit it.
“I will call you. Leave a number,” he winked and was gone.
Kyra dropped back on the headboard and closed her eyes. He’d call her? She should have offered to give the Battaglia women the tour. Why didn’t she think to offer? “Damn it!” she hit her pillow. Kyra scratched her brow. She cast her gaze to the left. Renaldo had laid her dress out flat and neatly folded her undergarments on top. Her shoes rested to the side. The presentation was so neat it felt odd.
The man was more than tidy he was obsessed with order. She was chaos personified. They could never work as a couple. She dropped back on her pillow and grinned. But damn she sure wouldn’t mind trying.
***
Kyra eased out of the back of the private car. The driver assisted. “Thank you,” she said. He tipped his hat and walked around the car to the front. She stood on the sidewalk and watched him drive away. The morning chill was brisk enough to keep her coat closed over her cocktail dress. Though she showered at Renaldo’s suite she felt the need to get clean and under her own covers. As she headed up the stairs she smiled to herself and thought about her wild night.
“Kyra!” a man called her name.
She glanced back. To her surprise it was Cezar.
“Where have you been?” he frowned.
“Cezar, what the hell are you doing here?” Kyra asked. He walked up to her with a hoodie over his head. He shoved his hands down into his pockets as he approached. She was shocked to see him in front of her place.
“We need to talk. You said we could today,” Cezar said.
“I did not! Are you stalking me?” she asked.
He shook his head. “How can I stalk my girlfriend?”
Kyra took a step toward him. “Cezar? I’m not your girlfriend. It’s over. Finished. Stop coming around here, stop calling. Just stop, okay?”
“What the hell is your problem, Kyra? You decide that I don’t matter and then just like that we’re done!” He snapped his finger. “Well fuck you! We aren’t done. Do you hear me?”
Kyra took a defensive step back.
“Where were you all night? I was out here all fucking night in the cold waiting, and you weren’t here! Where were you?”
Kyra turned and bolted up her stairs. She half expected him to run her down. But when she reached her door she looked back and he stood on the sidewalk fuming. She punched in her key code and then buzzed herself inside. She peeked out at him from behind the safety of the glass door. Cezar didn’t move. He didn’t blink. Shaken she backed away. She tried to recall the moment Cezar went from a goofy good lay to a psycho stalker. Kyra could not. Maybe his obsessive need to be around her when they dated was the clue. Either way she knew things between her and Cezar had shifted into a different territory. And it scared her.
Cezar broke the stare off. He walked away. The drama was over. Shaken, Kyra went to the elevators and waited for the fast pace of her heart to normalize. By the time she reached her floor her hands were shaking. It wasn’t until she was in her apartment did she feel safe. Kyra threw down her purse and went back to the window. She looked out of it. Cez
ar sat in his car staring up at her apartment.
“Shit!” she went to her phone and picked it up dialing in a hurry. Kyra paced, chewing on her fresh manicure. “Pick up, please.”
“Hello?”
“Jamie? Can you come down here? It’s an emergency.”
“On my way, sweetie.” Jamie said.
She hung up. Kyra hugged herself. What the hell was going on? She paced in her dress forgetting she should change to keep from causing any damage to the garment. In a matter of minutes there was a knock on the door. Kyra went to the door and opened it. She hugged Jamie with a gush of relief.
“Whoa, sweetheart, you’re shivering. What the hell happened to you last night? Did you just get home?” Jamie forced her to break the embrace and cupped her face. “Kyra? Stop it. Tell me what happened?”
“Cezar,” Kyra said, her bottom lip quivering. “He… uh, he’s outside. He scared me, Jamie.”
“What? He did what?” Jamie pushed past her and walked to the window. She drew back the curtain and scanned the street. “Where? Where is he?”
Kyra closed the door and engaged the locks. She walked over and peered out the window with Jamie. Cezar’s car was gone.
“He left,” she sighed with relief.
“Who in the Sam Hades does that Poindexter think he is?” Jamie said with more bass in her voice than usual. “What the hell did he do?”
“I came home and he was here. Come to think of it last night when I left he was here. And he… I think he’s stalking me.” Kyra sat down. “This is my fault,” she shook her head.
“How the hell is it your fault?” Jamie sat next to her on her tiny sofa. She smoothed down her hair.
Kyra leaned forward with her elbows to her knees and fingers pressed against her eyes to keep from crying. “I broke up with him, but I let him come over for sex a few times. I was sending mixed signals.”
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