13. Valeria
13
Valeria
I’ve thought about his cock a few times lately. Sometimes, I’ve pictured what I thought it would look like.
Tommy’s a big guy. He’s built like a wall, stiff like one, too. So, it’s not a crazy thought to think he might have a monster between his legs. I mean, I’ve felt him grind against me before. He’s definitely on the bigger side of the spectrum.
Yet, when he pulls out the third appendage, I’m choking on my breath. My pussy quivers in both anticipation and fear.
He gives himself a squeeze, and despite how slick he already is, more precum comes flowing out.
Looks painful. Looks impressive.
I’m not even trying to hide how badly I want him. How badly I need him.
He’s got me right where he needs me, and I’m trying to quicken this process by leaning back against him. Every time I rub up against him, I hear the way he groans.
I’ve had men try to turn me on with poor attempts at talking dirty. Tommy just has to curse under his breath and make me feel like I’m enough to break him, and my pussy might as well be as wet as a waterfall.
He’s not the only one groaning. Once he gets his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard enough to make me hiss, I’m willing to bet he’s too busy taking in the damage he’s already done before inflicting even more in the near future.
Pinching my eyes shut, I bite my lip hard enough to taste the start of copper as he grinds against me. Teasing me for what’s to come, I have to fight not to be the first to cave and beg him to fuck me.
Thankfully, Tommy is in a good mood. He doesn’t drag this on for long.
He doesn’t bother giving me any sort of warning. Once he’s lined up with my entrance, I’m left gripping the sheets as I cling to whatever I can as I feel every inch of him tug at my nerves as he slides in with one solid thrust.
“What a grip,” he moans as he drags his hips back. When he thrusts forward, my body arches. “From the way I fit perfectly, I can’t help but believe this pussy is made for me.”
Maybe it is. I can’t even think about it, by the way he continues to move.
The first cry that leaves my lips seems to fuel him. It’s what makes him rumble with a moan, fuels him to thrust harder. His fingers are digging deeper into my hips, causing an ache that makes the line separating pleasure and pain blur to the point that I can’t tell which is which.
Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I try to focus on anything other than the string of pleasure that he’s wrapping around my body. He’s a quick learner, figuring out which spots inside of me are more sensitive than others.
With each revealing jerk and shudder, he aims with precision, making staying quiet an impossible feat.
He works up a sweat, tugging at his shirt. I hear buttons pop, and one hits my skin amid the chaos.
Looking back, I see he’s got a sheen to his skin, covered in a light flush. Amongst the scars and pieces missing of him, I don’t have long to appreciate the view. Not when his hand finds the middle of my back.
I don’t curse at him when he shoves my chest toward the bed, only moaning when the friction of the bed against my nipples causes more pleasure.
“Your pussy keeps sucking me back in, Valeria.” Growling my name, he isn’t satisfied with my muffled whimper. Instead, he pulls out, leaving barely anything before snapping his hips forward in one deep thrust.
Head yanking, I gasp and sob out.
Any sex I’ve had in the past doesn’t matter. This is completely different. In comparison, before has been nothing but boring. This is intense. Intoxicating.
Is it because the last man I should ever let between my legs is the one making me cry out his name? Demanding it with every sharp thrust of his hips?
Reaching behind me, I move frantically, but his hand finds my wrist. He doesn’t squeeze it hard like I expect him to. Instead, I feel his tongue against my racing pulse as he leans down to kiss my skin.
Every inch of skin he touches lights up like a firework. Like he can’t help himself, he soon releases my wrist and moves his mouth to my shoulder. Licking and kissing, he travels toward the space between my shoulder blades.
Everything is too much. I don’t even have time to prepare myself before my orgasm leaves me jerking and twitching against him.
His breath tickles my spine as he presses the weight of his bulk. His teeth find my skin, and he leaves another spot with the others.
He doesn’t pull out, enjoying the way my walls spasm around him.
“We’re not done yet.” Kissing the spot he’s left behind, he makes another on my shoulder.
It’s like he wants to mark me up for everyone to see.
Shivering as he lifts, I don’t register his words. Groaning as he drags his cock out, I blink hazily as he moves to grab my arm. Carefully rolling me over, I’m given three seconds of pure bliss.
When I look at Tommy, my heart pounds. Not out of fear, or hatred, or anything bad.
When I look at him, I see the glint in his eyes, the curve of his canines behind a stretched smile, and the hunger rolling off of him.
Tommy hasn’t said the words either, but there’s no denying it. Something unspoken has shifted between us. Revenge is no longer on the table. There’s so much more at play here.
Something that’s irreversible.
My heart pounds for him, my body aches for his touch.
Can the same be said for him?
There’s not enough time to ask. Not when he’s stretching my hips by spreading my thighs apart with his own.
As soon as I’m back on my back, I don’t have time to adjust. He’s working his cock back inside, pounding against spots that make my voice come out hoarse, and my vision blurs.
Like he wants to watch me fall apart into small pieces, he’s given himself a front row seat.
Well, he’s going to get exactly that.
As our grunts and moans fill the air, through squinted eyes, I watch the beads of sweat roll down his brow.
Even with a look of concentration on his face, he is still the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Even if he’s decorated in scars that each have a story to tell, and a pair of eyes that lack any light to them, my feelings for him don’t waver.
I don’t dislike him. From the way my heart races, the truth is staring right back at me.
My heart craves him as much as my body does. Even if there’s no chance of my feelings being returned, there is no stopping them.
All I can do is relish in the present and push facing the complications to the back of my mind.
As if he has a goal to make one orgasm roll into another, his onslaught continues until his thrusts become a blur, uneven and rougher.
Wrapping my arms around him, my nails dig deep enough to make him hiss. I risk making him deaf with how loud I cry out as another wave of pleasure comes crashing over me.
His hips pump slower, dragging his length against my sensitive nerves. Finally, he plunges deep, and I feel the heat of his release, leaving no space for anything else.
Our chests brush with every attempt to regain our composure.
He pulls back to stare down at me. For a moment, his eyes search. No longer smiling, his frown taunts me.
Leaning up, I don’t give him enough time to ferment whatever thoughts are forming. Instead, I kiss him. As his tongue finds mine, I fall deeper and deeper.
Even with his roughness, and my willingness, this wasn’t some hate-fuck.
This was real. More than either of us might be ready to accept.
Well, we’ve got no choice here. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of… whatever this is, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to take any steps back.
As someone who is familiar with addiction, I can already see I’ve got a new one forming.
Even if it’s for a man who might be the most dangerous one I’ve ever known.
* * *
Sneaking away from Tommy is easier said than done. Despite abandoning me for the day, he isn’t any more willing to let me out of his sight more than any of the days before.
I will admit, his arm had felt nice while it was securely wrapped around my waist. Despite feeling like a metal bar locking me into place, he radiated a warmth that felt amazing.
Now that I’ve slipped out of his grip, leaving him behind sleeping after exhausting him, a part of me misses it. As I tug my shorts and shirt back on, I ignore the cool wetness between my thighs. I don’t even know how long we went at it before Tommy was satisfied.
Before slipping out of his room, I give him one last longing gaze. My heart betrays me, speeding up in my chest.
Before any thoughts can coax me back toward his bed, I leave the room and quietly shut the door behind me.
Finding Santino isn’t hard to do. Thanks to me shaking things up, he’s spent a lot of his time slipping away from his family to talk to his ties regarding my issues. While no one hasn’t quite spelled it out to me what is happening in the background, Tommy’s made it clear through the haze of lust.
Something is happening. I don’t like being in the dark. It makes my skin itch and my heart thump heavily in anticipation.
I check his office, but he’s not inside. Instead, I find his form behind the glass doors that lead out to the back of the home, where all the greenery rests. As I expect, he’s on his phone. Without even looking at his face, I’m willing to bet he’s got a frown carved into his expression.
After all this time, I’m surprised he hasn’t had someone take me away and clear my problem from his hands.
Approaching the glass, my fingers graze the handle.
Santino is doing something. Somewhere in his head, he has to care enough to put in the effort to save me.
Why do I feel so nervous to talk to him? Out of all my siblings, he’s the one I’m the least close to. Before he had shoes to fill, he was as protective of me as Urzo and Lazaro. Maybe deep down, that protectiveness is still there.
I just need to talk to him. Clear the air. If he does want to clear his hands of me, maybe I can tell him that I don’t want to leave alone.
Maybe he’ll let me take Tommy with me.
God, that’s insane. I don’t even know if he’ll even want to leave this place. After being so dedicated to this family, I don’t think a woman is enough to push him out.
What about that thing making my head spin and my heart throb whenever he closes the space between us? That thing that has a vice grip on my entire being?
Love .
Santino knows what love is. The way he looks at his wife says it all. He’ll understand, he has to. If Tommy feels anything for me, even a sliver of what I feel for him, then maybe…
Sighing, I shake my head. Not wanting to give up the small hints of hope forming in my chest, I straighten my shoulders.
I’ll figure out how Tommy feels another time. For now, I’ll talk to Santino, not as my brother, but as the Don of the family.
Talking myself into having the conversation, something in the reflection of the glass catches my eye. Something growing bigger, fast.
Expecting it to be Tommy coming after me for abandoning him, one turn of my head is enough to prove I’m wrong.
In fact, I’m not even close.