Chapter 25 Giovanna
Giovanna
I’m dreaming of Tommy inside me, my body tense, hips rocking as I move closer and closer to orgasm.
Wetness slicks my thighs, soaking the sheets, and I hear myself moaning.
When I open my eyes, Tommy is standing over me, his fingers buried deep in my pussy, stroking his cock over my bare breasts.
I’m naked in his bed, and I spread my legs wider for him.
When his gaze hooks mine, I drag my nails lightly over his balls.
He groans. “Harder.”
I hesitate, afraid of hurting him, but obey.
My nails bite into his skin, raking downward until he moans my name.
He pulls his fingers from pussy and shoves them in my mouth.
“Suck.”
I do as I’m told, tasting myself, until he pulls my jaw open wider and presses the head of his cock against my lips.
His orgasm hits, hot and heavy, and he floods my mouth, moaning my name.
I gag but swallow it down, licking him clean while my eyes lock on his, waiting for approval.
Am I doing it right?
He traces his finger along my jawline, then kneels down and kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue.
When we come up for air, I sigh.
“Well, I’ve never been woken up like that before,” I murmur, rolling on my side with a lazy stretch.
“I fucking hope not.” He has a strange look as he goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and returns.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as he wipes my face.
His mouth twists like he’s tasting something bitter.
“New Year’s Eve, when you said none of the men who came on your face ever ghosted you.
”
My stomach drops, and I grab his hand.
“Tommy, no one’s ever done that to me. Ever.
”
“You said—”
“I was mad at you. I wanted to— Tommy!” I freeze when my gaze falls on his left hand.
On that finger gleams a platinum wedding band.
“What the actual fuck, Tommy? You’re married?
!”
I sit bolt upright in bed, dropping his hand like a hot coal and yank the blankets over my chest.
He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m wearing it for you, sweet girl.”
I gape at him.
“Tommy, that’s…that’s not how it works.”
He shrugs.
“I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Um, Tommy, that ring says that you are married to me.”
“Okay.” He tugs at the blanket until I let it go, a growl rumbling low in his chest.
I grab his face and make him look at me, shaking my head.
“No. Not okay. If I’m with you, and you’re wearing a wedding band, it makes me look like a home wrecker.
”
“I’ll get you a ring, too.”
My heart stutters.
“Are you…proposing?”
“Gi, I’d marry you yesterday.
I’m yours, and I don’t want women hitting on me.
I hate that.” He drags me down beneath him, settling between my thighs.
“Some women go harder for a man with a wedding ring.”
“That sucks,” he mutters, scattering kisses across my stomach.
I reach down, tipping his chin up so he’s looking at me.
“Tommy.”
His mocha brown eyes lift to mine.
He really doesn’t get how weird this is.
“You have to take it off.”
He frowns. “No.”
“Babe, I love that you want to show us off. But men don’t wear wedding bands unless they are married, and women don’t wear rings until they are engaged.
”
“Are you asking me to propose?”
My skin burns with embarrassment.
“No, Tommy. Jesus. I’m saying people will assume things that aren’t true.
”
He sits up, pulling me into his lap so that I’m straddling him.
“I don’t care what other people think.”
“I do.” I blush again, embarrassed.
“Everyone does, Tommy.”
I drop my face into my hands, and he smooths my hair.
“Tell me.”
“My father has already threatened to disown me. If he thinks we’re engaged or, worse, married, I don’t know what he’d do.
I’m already scared he’s going to ship me off when Antonio tells him what happened last night.
”
Tommy grinds his teeth. “He’s not going to do a thing to you or anyone else after I’m done with him.
”
“No, Tommy!” My voice sounds hysterical.
“I’m not going to let him stop us from being together, but you can’t!
”
“He hurt you, Giovanna. He put his hands on you. That is un-fucking-acceptable.” His voice is sharp as a blade, and I shiver.
“I know, but…he’s my father.” I bite the inside of my cheek before lifting my chin, silently begging him to understand.
He studies me for a long beat. “I won’t go after him, but if he comes near you or disrespects you in any way, I’m going to hurt him, Gi.
And if he puts his hands on you, I’m going to kill him.
That is not negotiable.” He spins the ring on his finger and softens slightly.
“I’ll take off the ring on one condition: you wear it on a chain.
Until you put it back on me at the altar.
Because I am going to marry you, Giovanna.
And give you lots of babies.”
Tears burn my eyes.
I kiss him hard. “You’re all I need. I don’t need rings.
I don’t need—”
“You need tuition covered, your stuff moved in here with me, and 24-hour security to make sure your so-called father doesn’t do something I’ll make him regret.
” It’s like he’s making a mental checklist.
“No, Tommy,” I whisper.
“I don’t need anything.”
“Well, I need you and to know that you’re safe, Gi.
I’ll contact the school to make sure that your bills come to me in case your scholarship doesn’t cover everything and send some guys to get your stuff from your Bleeker Street apartment.
”
I kiss him again, and the way he kisses me back, deep and consuming, leaves me breathless.
“Wow,” I whisper when he pulls away.
He grins, sliding down between my legs.
“I know, baby.”
I swat at him as he jerks my legs toward him, forcing me back on the bed.
“All those years you chased boys away from me, I just thought you were just being a dick.”
“You were mine, Gi,” he says simply, pressing a kiss to my thigh.
“I just couldn’t do anything about it yet.
But every kiss you gave to other guys tortured me.
”
I watch him thoughtfully. “No one ever kissed me the way you do.”
“How do I kiss you?”
“With everything you have. Like every cell of your body is in that kiss. Like you want to absorb me and be inside me all at the same time.”
“Accurate.” He drags his tongue down my stomach to my clit then languidly kisses me there, licking and nipping at me until I can barely focus.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, closing my eyes.
“And no one else has ever kissed me there.”
He pauses, lips glistening.
“Would you want them to?”
I snap my eyes open and push up on my elbows.
“What? No. Of course not.”
He nods and goes back to eating me.
I groan, resisting the urge to let my brain melt the way my body does under his touch.
I tap him. “Excuse me. Why did you ask me that?”
He watches me thoughtfully, massaging around my entrance with his thumbs.
“You wanted Antonio.”
I groan, grinding down on his hands.
“No, Tommy. Antonio was a means to an end. I wanted you.”
“If you want him, tell me, and I’ll make him do whatever you want.
”
I gasp as he calmly drops his mouth onto my clit and resumes sucking and nipping at me.
“Tommy! What the fuck!”
“What?” He looks up at me.
This man genuinely has no idea how fucking strange this whole fucking conversation is.
“You want me to fuck other men?”
He drags his tongue languidly around my clit, and I shiver.
“Not even a little bit. But if you want to fuck someone else, I want you to be happy.”
He tries to bury his face in my pussy again, and I push his forehead, stopping him.
“Tommy, what the fuck are you talking about? You literally spent the last few years of my life terrorizing any guy who looked at me. You forced a hoodie over my head just a few weeks ago because other men were looking at me. Last night, you were losing your shit over the idea of Antonio touching me.”
“You weren’t officially mine.
” He licks my inner thigh, dragging a fingertip over my clit.
I moan and bite my lip, and he pauses, watching me carefully, and repeats the motion.
I moan again, and he smirks.
“Now that you are, there’s nothing I won’t do for you.
Of course, I’d have to be there to direct him, make sure he does what you want and nothing more.
And there would be rules.”
I sit up and lean down to him, so I can kiss him.
“Tommy, I don’t want anyone but you.” I kiss him again.
“And by the way, the same offer does not extend your way.”
“Meaning?”
I look him dead in the eye.
“Meaning I’m jealous as fuck, and if I catch you looking at another woman the way you look at me, I will destroy her life and then I will destroy yours.
You are All. Fucking. Mine.”
He grins, returning his attention between my legs.
“Gi, if I didn’t want other women before, do you really think I’d want anyone else now?
”
He pushes two fingers inside me and presses his thumb to my clit, watching as I arch my back in response.
“Besides, after your cock, I’m ruined for anyone else.
” I laugh breathlessly, rocking my hips against his fingers, but he nods solemnly in agreement.
“If that changes, sweet girl, tell me. Until then…” He slides a third finger inside me.
I gasp and grab his wrist. “Tommy, too much!”
He grins wickedly.
“I decide what’s too much. You’re so wet; you can take it.
”
He’s right; I am wet. I lay back and try to relax.
He takes hold of my hand and brings it to my clit, and I touch myself to the rhythm he sets.
It doesn’t take long before I’m coming hard.
But Tommy stays where he is, licking my inner thigh, flicking his tongue over my clit.
Every time I make a noise of appreciation, he doubles down and keeps going.
I grind my pussy against his face and he groans appreciatively, then pushes a fourth finger inside me.
“Tommy, NO!” I jerk upright and try to scoot away, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place, laughing.
“If you can take me, you can take four fingers easily, sweet girl.”
“Absolutely not, Tommy. No. Tommy!”
“Okay, baby, relax.” He pushes me back down on the bed and pulls out enough so that he only has three fingers inside me.
“But this will happen, Gi. I’m going to fist this wet pussy until you scream.
Until then, let’s try something else…”
He slides his pinky, wet from my arousal, around my back entrance.
I stop breathing, and he reaches up to roll my nipple between his fingers, making me moan.
“That’s my girl.” He pushes his pinky all the way into my ass, and a shudder rips through me.
“Oh my God, Tommy!”
Tommy is watching me, his dark eyes almost black.
He licks his lips as I pant as he fucks me, three fingers in my pussy, one in my ass and his thumb rubbing my clit.
“I’m going to love fucking your ass, baby.
”
Just hearing him say those words pushes me over the edge, and I come again, hard, my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, as my body relaxes.
I reach for him, but he stays where he is, this time using the pointer fingers of both hands to rub circles just inside my entrance, and I groan.
“Tommy, what are you doing? You’re going to break me.
I can’t come again.”
“You can take it.” His smirk is dark, certain.
“You will take it.”
I groan, writhing in the sheets, my body a live wire.
“See, when I do this,” he drags his fingertips along my inner thigh, and I quiver.
“You like it. But when I do this,” he nips along my inner thigh slow and steady, and I jump and gasp.
“You love it.”
“More,” I gasp, watching my gorgeous man learn my body.
“You like this…” He pushes his fingers inside me slowly, moving them in a circular motion as he pulls in and out, tonguing my clit gently.
I melt and spread my knees wider for him, reaching down to play with his hair.
“But when I do this…” He starts to move faster, fuck me harder, pushing deeper inside me with long, rough strokes, hitting that spot deep inside, until I’m bucking against him, pulling his hair, screaming his name.
He keeps going, playing with my clit while he finger fucks me, until I’m unbelievably coming again.
“When I do that, you love it.”
When I finally start to quiet, he slides up the bed, and pushes his cock inside me.
I try to buck away. “No, Tommy, I can’t!
I’m too—”
“Shhh, don’t worry, sweet girl,” he says, kissing my hair and pulling me to him
I fold myself into his arms, a shivering mess.