Chapter 10
JAYLIN
Isip hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, smiling at the warm glow. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of Christmas Eve.
Renzo bought a giant blue spruce tree yesterday, and we spent all afternoon decorating it with the dozens of boxes of ornaments he had delivered that morning.
My handmade decorations still adorn the mantel, but they are joined by festive reindeer figurines, green and red knitted stockings, and a snow globe of downtown Chicago all decked out in holiday cheer.
For someone who’s never celebrated Christmas, Renzo is certainly making up for lost time. He already has at least ten giant packages under the tree, all of them addressed to me. Some are from Renzo, while others say they’re from “Santa.” How is he so adorable?
“There you are,” my handsome man says from behind me. “How are you feeling? Was decorating yesterday too much? Do I need to take you to the doctor?”
I pat the seat next to me on the couch. Renzo sits down, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and tucking me into his side. “I’m good, I promise,” I tell him, smiling up into those deep brown eyes. “The doctor said I was doing fine during my check-up, remember?”
“Still,” he grumbles. “I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m more than okay. Look at this room! How could I not be impressed and proud of all the work we’ve done? I think this might be the best Christmas Eve ever.”
“Is that right?” Renzo nuzzles into the side of my neck, nipping my pulse point and pressing a kiss over the small sting. “I think there are a few ways we can make it better.”
I sigh in contentment and tilt my head to the side, letting him devour more of me. “Oh yeah? I suppose we could have a not-so-silent night…”
Renzo grunts in approval and licks my neck before brushing his lips against the shell of my ear. “I need to give you a present first,” he says, catching me off guard.
“I already have too many gifts,” I tell him, motioning toward the presents under the tree.
“Those don’t count.”
I grin and roll my eyes at him, but he knows he’s won. “Fine. I suppose I’ll have to accept this gift before you scoop me up and take me to bed.”
“Such a noble sacrifice,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Instead of getting one of the numerous gifts under the tree, Renzo pulls out a small, blue velvet box with a white bow on top. My mouth drops open, and I stare at the jewelry box as Renzo opens it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring.
“My sweet, perfect angel,” he starts. “I wasn’t expecting you, and I wasn’t prepared for you, but I can’t help the way I feel.
In such a short time, you’ve become essential to my being.
I can’t be apart from you. Jaylin, I love you in a terrifying way I didn’t think I was capable of, and I need you to be my wife.
Please say you’ll marry me as soon as possible. ”
I sniffle as the first tear falls. My mouth finally closes, and I break out into a cheesy smile.
“Of course, I’ll marry you,” I nearly shout.
“I love you, too, Renzo. I was scared at first, but you make everything safer. You make me feel like anything is possible. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there that night… ”
“Let’s not dwell on that,” he soothes as he takes the ring out of the box. I hold out my hand, and he slips the ring onto my finger before kissing it.
“We’re engaged,” I whisper, staring at the gorgeous ring.
“That’s right, fiancé,” he purrs.
“Fiancé,” I repeat. “I like the sound of that.” I lean over, pressing my lips to his. Renzo glides his tongue against mine, the slow, sensual kiss promising so much more. “I think I know exactly how I want to treat my fiancé tonight.”
Renzo groans and kisses me again, with more passion and intention behind each stroke of his tongue. I’m about to climb into his lap when he stands and scoops me up in his arms.
“As much as I’d like to toss you over my shoulder, that will have to wait until you’re fully healed,” he whispers as he carries me through the house.
We strip down, our clothes discarded on the floor while we kiss and touch and shuffle our way to the bed.
The next thing I know, Renzo is pinning me to the mattress. One of his large hands keeps my arms above my head while his other hand skims up my naked body. He dips his head down, scraping his teeth along my throat and sucking on my sensitive skin.
“Do you need something from me, my sweet girl?”
“Yes,” I whine as I wiggle my hips. I don’t care how desperate I sound.
With my arms still pinned above my head, Renzo sears me with a desperate, hungry look.
I spread my legs for him, letting him settle his hips there.
Renzo continues kissing down my neck and along my collarbone before he wraps his lips around my nipple.
I arch my back, my wrists straining against the hand he still has there.
He grunts, slipping his other hand between my back and the mattress, bringing my chest closer to him as he feasts on me.
I wrap my legs around him, rubbing my throbbing pussy against his hard, thick cock. He must have taken off the shorts he was wearing before climbing into bed. The sneaky bastard knew exactly what he was doing the whole time. Not that I’m complaining.
Renzo grunts, then switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention. The hand at my back slides around to my front, the rough pads of his fingers finding my clit and circling the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Jesus, you’re so wet for me. Does this pretty little pussy need to come?”
All I can do is moan as he plays my body like an instrument.
Renzo has me stretched out, arms above my head, legs spread wide, all of me vulnerable and on display for him.
Slowly, so damn slowly, he thrusts into me.
My walls pulse around his dick, more of my arousal leaking out with each inch he pushes inside.
He stays buried in my pussy, bending down to ghost his lips and nose up and down my throat, making me tremble as goosebumps break out over my skin.
Without warning, Renzo pulls out and slams back inside of me, biting down on my neck at the same time. He growls and does it again, littering my skin with his mark as he fucks me so damn rough.
I tilt my head back, gasping for air as he rips me apart in the best way. Renzo squeezes my breast with his free hand, then pulls my nipple through his teeth, driving me right up to my breaking point.
He keeps me right there, teetering on the sharp edge of ecstasy, each punishing stroke threatening to push me right over the cliff. I hook my ankles behind his back, clinging to him as he grinds his cock into me.
All at once, my orgasm slams into me, stealing the breath in my lungs and the scream on my lips. Renzo lets go of my wrists, letting me claw down his back as he hammers into me, filling me up over and over. My release washes over me, drowning me in an all-consuming bliss.
Renzo lets out a feral roar, slamming into me one last time before emptying himself deep inside of me. I come again, or maybe still, my arms and legs wrapped around Renzo's hard, chiseled body, letting him anchor me.
A shudder ripples through him as he releases one last rope of cum.
Our combined orgasms drip out of me and pool on the sheets below.
I moan at the sensation, wiggling my hips a bit.
His hot body presses against mine as his lips find my collarbone, neck, and ears.
Renzo kisses my face until I manage to open my eyes.
His gaze is dark with feral satisfaction.
“How’s that for a good Christmas Eve?” he asks with a cocky grin on his face.
I would retort with something witty, but my brain is still thoroughly scrambled.
Renzo rolls over, both of us groaning when he leaves me.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby girl. I might take you again right here, right now. ”
“Would that be so bad?” I say with a pout.
Renzo leans over and pulls my bottom lip through his teeth.
I try deepening our kiss, but he just gives me a kiss on my nose before standing up.
He stretches, his back turned toward me, giving me quite the view.
I shamelessly gawk at this incredibly sexy, surprisingly tender man.
His back is rippling with muscles, and his tight ass teases me, making me want another round.
“Enjoying the view?” Renzo asks, turning to look at me over his shoulder.
I can’t help but nibble on my bottom lip and nod my head slowly. His eyes turn dark again, causing me to shiver.
“Fuck, you know I can’t resist you. I’m already half fucking hard again just seeing your naked body stretched out over the silk sheets.”
My arousal spikes and drips down my thighs, his filthy words sparking the fire that never went out deep in my core. “Yeah?” I ask in what I hope is a seductive voice. “How do you want me?”
“Jesus…” Renzo grunts as he fists his cock, pumping up and down while gritting his teeth. His eyes rake over my body, and I swear I can feel his stare on every inch of my skin. “I want to taste you, baby girl.”
“Only if I get to taste you, too.” The dark gleam in his nearly-feral eyes tells me I have him on the hook. It’s intoxicating, knowing this man wants me so badly.
“Is that so? Lucky for you, there’s a way we can both get what we want.” The bed dips with Renzo’s weight as he crawls toward me and then lies on his back. “Climb up here, Jaylin. I want your dripping pussy covering my lips while you suck my fat fucking cock.”
My cheeks glow bright red as I picture what he’s describing. I scramble to get into position, my thighs on either side of his head while I face toward his thick, throbbing member. I hesitate as a wave of vulnerability hits me square in the chest. I feel so much more exposed like this.
Renzo doesn’t let me get stuck in my head for long. He grips my hips and pulls me down, sucking on my pussy and making me cry out. He growls and digs his fingers into my flesh while eating me out in sloppy strokes.
I focus on his massive cock once more, licking and kissing down his shaft before opening my mouth and seeing how much of him I can fit inside.
“Holy shit,” he barks out, tearing his mouth away from my cunt. “That’s it, baby girl, that’s so fucking it.”
I moan at his approval, taking more of him, sucking him down over and over.
I reach out and cup his balls, surprised at how hot and heavy he feels in my hand.
Renzo makes a tortured sound in the back of his throat and sucks on my clit, hard, before scraping his teeth against the pulsing little button.
I pop off his dick and drag air into my burning lungs. I rest my forehead on his thigh, trying to catch my breath and steady myself. My entire body is trembling, my muscles tense, my pussy throbbing and soaking Renzo’s face as he licks me over and over.
He continues sucking on my clit and circles my entrance with the pad of his thumb before pressing it inside. I slap the mattress with one hand, then ball up my fist, clenching the sheet and twisting it around my fingers.
“R-Renzo…” I whimper as my hips start to buck. I can’t stop. I need more. Need him to put me out of my misery.
He hums and shakes his head back and forth, nearly making me collapse.
I widen my legs and press my convulsing cunt down on his mouth, not even caring how wanton and slutty that makes me.
He did this to me. He drove me to the brink of insanity.
Now he needs to throw me over the edge and put me out of my sweet misery.
It’s right there, so close to the surface I can taste it. My long-awaited orgasm claws at my insides the way I’m clawing at the bed, desperate with the need for release.
Renzo snarls like the beast he is, then circles my back entrance with the pad of his thumb. I shiver at the contact, nodding and whimpering my approval. The very tip of his digit presses against my tight opening, creating intense pressure.
He keeps licking my pussy, lapping at my clit and keeping me close, but never sending me over the edge. When his finger pushes through my tight ring of muscle, a shockwave races through my body, making Renzo snarl with pleasure.
My giant, beastly, sexy-as-hell mafia boss plunges his tongue into my front entrance while thrusting his thumb in and out of my ass at a steady pace, building me up once more.
Through the haze of lust, I remember I have a task, too. I rock against him, taking more of everything he has to offer. Then, I fist his cock and pump up and down. Leaning over, I lick the tip of his thickness while squeezing the base.
He makes some tortured sound, his motions stuttering for a moment while he feels my lips, tongue, and fingers work him up into a frenzy. We work in tandem, sucking, licking, exploring each other in the most intimate of ways.
My body shakes with the need for release, my thighs clamping around Renzo’s head. He lavishes every part of my pussy with his teeth and tongue, then shoves two fingers in my ass, making me cream all over him. My muscles spasm as I gasp for air, intense pleasure rolling over me in waves.
My arms are trembling from trying to hold myself up, and I open my mouth, taking as much of his dick into my mouth as physically possible. The head of his cock slides down my throat, making me gag as I continue to orgasm on top of Renzo.
His hips buck and he growls, releasing his sticky, salty seed down my throat. I finally pop off his dick and collapse next to Renzo on the bed. We’re both out of breath and barely able to move.
After a few moments of panting and regaining my strength, I manage to crawl up next to my man so we’re face-to-face. His lips and chin are glistening with my release, and he grins at me like he’s proud of the mess we made of each other.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, nuzzling into the top of my head. “Merry Christmas, angel.”
“Merry Christmas,” I say with a yawn.
Renzo smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I think we found a new tradition. Every Christmas Eve, I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”
“Only on Christmas Eve?”
Renzo chuckles as he combs his fingers through my hair. “Whenever you want, and double on Christmas.”
“That’s more like it,” I giggle.
He rains soft kisses down on my face, and my heavy eyelids droop. “Sleep now, love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I snuggle deeper into Renzo, sighing in utter and complete contentment. Whatever the future holds, we have each other. This Christmas, the next Christmas, and every Christmas after.