18. Santino
SANTINO
Next morning…
Her mouth wraps around my cock, timid but eager, wanting and showing that she wants to bring me pleasure. She doesn’t know that she doesn’t have to do a damn thing. I’m always pleased with her. Even if it meant that I only looked at her every day for the rest of my life, which would be me enough.
Her mouth is warm and wet, her cheeks soft as they hollow. She wraps a hand around the base, stroking me in tandem with every bob of her head. Her tongue wraps around the crown, tracing the glands and it feels so real.
Too real.
I blink my eyes awake, a little confused from all the sensations. I can’t tell if I’m still caught in my dream. The pleasure is a dose of caffeine. The haze of sleep fades and I look down, witnessing a beautiful redhead between my legs sucking my cock.
“Jovie.” Her name is a shocked rasp on my tongue.
“Sweet Girl, what did I do to deserve this?” My hands brush through her hair and cup the back of her head.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, never taking my eyes off her mouth on my cock.
“Look at you. Spit dripping down your chin. Water stinging your eyes. Is that a hand I see disappearing between your legs?”
“Mhmm,” she does her best to answer, her tongue too busy to speak.
“Does sucking my cock turn you on?”
She doesn’t answer and I rip her mouth off me by tugging on her hair forcefully. She cries out in protest, her lips red and swollen. Spit drips from her bottom lip and lands on my shaft. Her eyes are glazed with desire, but I want to hear how much she wants me.
I’ve dreamed of this for far too long and refuse not to hear the words fall from her lips to please my ears.
“Does sucking my dick turn you on?” I question her again. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I’ll edge you for hours.”
She licks her lips. “What’s edging?”
My cock jerks, my orgasm threatening to erupt knowing she’s so innocent, so perfect for me.
“It’s where I bring you to the brink of an orgasm and stop, not allowing you to come. Over. And over. And over again. Until finally—” I sit up and reach between her legs, loving how wet she is for me. “I let you come.”
His pupils dilate with an intake of breath.
“Oh, you like that sound of that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She sucks my thumb into her mouth, greedy for her lips to be wrapped around me.
“Good to know. Now answer me.”
“I love sucking your cock. I love making you feel good.”
I pull my hand free from her pretty, tight, claimed pussy and lie back, sucking my fingers into my mouth to savor her taste.
She whips her hair over her shoulder and sinks between my legs again, kissing down each hip. The foreplay, the gentle kisses, the way she’s taking her time surprises me. I’ve never had a woman do that before.
She sucks my length down halfway, unable to take the other few inches, and wraps her hand around the base. Jovie hums, the vibrations massaging my cock. I reach up to grab the headboard, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as she worships my cock.
“Fuck, Jovie. Jesus, I can’t think—” My orgasm threatens. “Jovie. I’m close,” I warn her, not wanting her to be surprised when I fill her mouth.
My gaze falls to her hand that’s between her legs. She’s trying to get herself off too and I so badly want to be the one to do it.
I’m quick switching positions, flipping her onto her back, and driving into her drenched cunt.
“Fuck!” I shout, ramming into her at an unapologetic pace.
“Yes. Oh, yes!” She cries.
To my surprise, she hooks her leg around me, pushing me to my back. She stills on top of me, her hands pressed against my chest, her hair over one shoulder, her breasts heavy and her nipples tight as I look up at her.
“Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,” I admit, rubbing my palms up and down her thighs.
She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks blushing. Jovie doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. She’s nervous. The worry in her eyes is easily seen. My Sweet Girl has never done this before.
I answer so she doesn’t have to speak. My hands have a mind of their own, drifting up her plush stomach, soft and giving, I can’t wait to see it round with my children.
“There isn’t a wrong move to make, Jovie.
Anything, everything you do, will be perfect.
Know how I know?” I flex my hips up causing her to gasp. “Because we’re made for each other.”
Her wide hips give a test rock, back and forth—just how I like. My hands wander again, slipping down her body and clutch her hips, my fingers lining up on the bruises I left last night. I help her move, applying the smallest amount of pressure.
Jovie moans, throwing her head back, and I eat her alive with my eyes. The longer I drink her in, the closer my orgasm becomes and the harder it is to hold back. I clench my teeth, unwilling to come first. That can never happen.
She is always first. In bed and out.
“Santino. Oh my God, yes.” She leans down, taking my cock so fucking well, like she’s fucked me a thousand times, knowing exactly what I like.
I squeeze her ass, giving it a soft spank and she keens, her sounds drifting down my throat as we kiss. I want to wake up like this every morning. Her on top so I can look at the most breathtaking view my eyes have ever seen.
She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and lets it go with a soft pop. She straightens, rolling her body, using me to make herself come.
“You are an addiction.” I roam my palms up her body, unable to get enough of her breasts. They spill out of my palms, driving me fucking crazy.
“Santino,” she whimpers, picking up the pace. “I’m close.”
“Good.” I spank her again. “Use me. Take this cock, Sweet Girl. You take it so well. You were meant to take me.” I apply more pressure to her hips, rocking her faster.
Her sounds become louder. She bites her bottom lip so hard, I’m afraid she is going to make herself bleed.
I reach up, tugging her beautiful plump lip free.
Her grip on my chest tightens, her nails sinking into my skin.
I hiss from the slight pain, but I love knowing her marks will be there for all to see.
Just as I love claiming her, I love her claiming me. I am hers.
“Fuck, Santino! Oh God. Yes,” her voice breaks. “Yes, oh, yes.” Her beautiful copper eyes roll, her hips grinding against me harder. “I’m—I’m—” Her mouth falls open before she can finish her sentence. Her hips stutter, her muscles clenching around me as her orgasm possesses her body.
She cries out, her sounds high-pitched and broken as pleasure consumes her.
“So goddamn beautiful when you come for me,” I say.
She collapses on top of me, small whines escaping her as she lazily kisses me. Wrapping my arms around her, I flip us, slamming her to her back, and ramming my cock into her hard and fast.
Using her just how she used me.
“Santino!” She screams my name, reaching up to grab the headboard to stop it from slamming, and I yank her arm down.
“I want the fucking world to hear.” I drive into her, wanting to get as deep as I can. “Jovie,” I gasp, pouring every drop I have into her.
I thrust slow and steady, coming down from my high. We both gasp for breath, our gaze locked on one another.
I love her.
And if anyone tries to take her away from me, I’ll kill them.
“What’s this mean?” She asks, her curious eyes full of questions. “What do we mean? How… how can this work, Santino?”
I don’t move. I stay exactly where I am, hovering over her, and move her hair out of her face, needing to see all of her.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” she admits. “In my entire life and… this? Me and you? Is it a good idea? What will happen to you and Luca?”
I growl when I hear his name. I thrust my hips forward, taking her by surprise, and I bury my tongue in her mouth in a quick, passionate kiss. Breaking away, I press my forehead against hers, breathing in every exhale she gives me.
“Don’t say my son’s name when I’m still inside you,” I warn. “Don’t ever bring up another man in our bed, even if he is my son because all I want to do now is fuck you all over again, so you know who you belong to. “
“Oh.”
I smirk. “Yeah, oh.” I gently slide out of her, both of us groaning from the loss.
I slide to her right, turning to my side, and she faces me, her cheeks to flushed from her orgasm.
I could look at her all day and never get enough.
Watching her should be my full-time job because I never want to admire anything or anyone else ever again.
I rub soothing circles on her shoulder, dragging the pad of my finger across her collarbone, then slide back to start the touch all over again.
“What this means, what we mean, is that we are together. You are mine. There’s no doubting that.
We are exclusive. I will not hide you or be ashamed of being with you because of my son.
Luca will be okay. He’s a complicated person.
He has trouble understanding the difference of loving someone versus using them.
He’ll most likely be upset about us for the wrong reasons, but he’ll have to get over it.
” I glide my touch down her arm, intertwining our fingers together.
“Because you’ve been mine before you were ever meant to be his. ”
She lowers her gaze, her light lashes fanning over the tops of her cheeks. “What if you lose him because of me? I wouldn’t be able to live with that, Santino. I can’t come between you and your son.”
I nod in understanding, loving she cares so much about my relationships with my children. “You’re very sweet and thoughtful. Too sweet for the likes of me.”
“Just sweet enough,” she grins, inching closer, and giving me a quick kiss. “But I am serious.”
“I know you are, and I don’t have any answers for you. Luca hasn’t been the same since his mother died.”
Jovie squeezes my hand. “I know what that is like. I lost my parents too. It isn’t easy. Grief tends to stick and tangle. The knots never go away.”