Chapter Fifty-five
Vida
M y eyes shoot wide open as I let the dream fade into thin air. Healing is a funny thing, you struggle to start and just when you let go and stop fighting, you finally begin. Funny how that involves beating a man to death.
I turn on my side and find Ciro lying beside me, his hand warm and resting heavily on my breast. Even in his sleep he holds it possessively. A lazy smile spreads across my lips as I carefully slip out of bed, gently removing his fingers off of me. The night is cold, but I push myself toward the bathroom, dodging Monarch as I let my naked body feel every bit of the chill air against it.
I sit down to pee, the sound of filling the bathroom. Something about the sound relaxes me. The image of me hitting Donato like a savage woman comes flooding in, but I wonder why that doesn’t make me feel bad. I killed a man and I’m sitting on my toilet, eager to go back to bed and sleep peacefully.
I’m drawn from my thoughts as I hear Ciro’s footsteps approaching. The door creaks open, and there he is, completely naked, his hair a mess from the sleep that still lingers in his eyes.
“I miss you,” he murmurs in a rough, deep voice.
“I haven’t even been gone for two minutes,” I giggle, still seated on the toilet.
“Doesn’t matter,” he replies, stepping closer until his broad frame looms over me. “I miss your boobs, chaos.”
“You don’t call me little anymore,” I point out, smiling as I watch him move closer, now only inches away.
“Because, nothing about you is little. I was wrong.”
Before I can reply, he moves, stopping right in front of me. My eyes trail down his sculpted body until they land on his cock; his thick and already half-hard cock that’s dangling right in front of my face. I swallow the lump back into my throat before tearing my gaze from his cock and settling it back on his face.
“Can I pee in peace?” I tease.
“I’ll wait,” he says simply, one hand cupping my breast as his thumb lazily brushes over my nipple.
I know exactly what he’s doing, and I know for a fact he knows it too.
After making sure every last drop of pee has left my bladder, I try to scold him for not having some patience, but the words die in my throat as his other hand moves. He wraps his fingers around his length, stroking it lazily as his gaze locks on mine.
“Open up, chaos,” he commands.
Shit!
Something about the way he says it makes me forget to breathe for a second. As always, my lips part for him, making him smirk as he steps between my legs and guides himself into my mouth.
“Damn,” he whispers the moment his cock feels the warmth of my mouth.
I wrap my hand around the base, steadying him. A bead of precum glistens at the tip, and without thinking, I flick my tongue over it, tasting him. Ciro’s hand finds its way to the back of my head, his fingers grabbing a fistful of my hair as he watches me from above.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice barely audible over the sound of my lips and tongue working on his throbbing cock.
“Deeper,” he commands.
I obey, relaxing my throat as I let him slide in deeper, his cock hitting a spot that makes me gag slightly as I move. He pushes his hips forward slightly, making me moan and ache between my legs. My tongue traces every vein, every ridge, before circling the head again.
“Touch yourself, chaos,” he says, sending a rush of arousal down to my core.
I pull back briefly, letting my tongue trace over the tip before I take him in again, bobbing my head with a rhythm that has him groaning louder.
I slide my finger into my wetness, the movement making me stop what I’m doing for a moment. Ciro continues, taking over as he moves deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. His actions only send my finger deeper into me as I continue to suck on him and finger myself.
“Good girl,” he says through gritted teeth. “So fucking perfect. Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.”
His groans and moans fill the air, turning me on more as we both rush towards our releases.
“Look at me while you touch yourself and I fuck your pretty mouth,” he continues, making me obey without a second thought.
Heck! I doubt I’m even thinking about anything but his cock in my mouth and my finger inside me. His grip on my hair tightens, guiding me as his breathing grows heavier and my finger moves faster.
“Just like that. Take it all, baby. You can handle it,” he encourages with a moan, and even though I was beginning to doubt my ability to, I keep going because he believes I can.
I hum in response as I move faster, taking him deeper until I feel him hit the back of my throat repeatedly and harder than before. His hand flexes in my hair, and I can feel his control slipping as he loses himself in the pleasure.
I stick the third finger into me and plunge myself with them, imagining they are his dick ramming inside me.
“Fuck, make yourself come, chaos,” he orders, his words making me fuck myself deeper and harder, the slimy juices inside me pushing out with each plunge of fingers and thrust from Ciro’s cock.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m coming, baby,” he moans loudly, his other hand grabbing my neck as he pushes himself deeper inside me. The way his hand fits my neck like a necklace sends waves of pleasure down into my wetness, making me tremble as I come on my hand.
I need air to breathe, I need to move my aching jaw, but fuck! Ciro is relentless as he fucks his way to the edge.
“Oh fuck!” he groans as he comes undone down my throat. The hot salty liquid fills my throat so much, I almost choke.
“Fuck! You’ve got the sultriest mouth and the most fuckable throat, chaos,” he chuckles as he pulls his cock out of my mouth.
I pull back slowly, my lips slick and swollen as I look up at him with red, teary eyes.
“So beautiful.” He smirks, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb and making me lick the cum off of it.
“How do you take my breath away when you look like a fucking slut?” he asks, before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I’m afraid to speak, my jaw hurting like hell as the taste of his cum still lingers in my mouth.
“You’re my god, Mrs. Vida Ballera. You are the only thing I worship,” he says, his fingers finding their way to my wetness, and with one swipe, he pulls enough of my juices to coat his fingers and slides them into his mouth.
“Oh, you are better than any drug there is,” he chuckles as he licks his fingers clean.
“I love you, husband,” I giggle, my eyes piercing his perfect blues.
“And I, you, wife,” he replies, helping me get up.