Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
NIC
I shook Salvatore’s hand and kissed Livy on the cheek, earning me a bit of a glare from Gianna’s dad. After brunch, we’d all attended mass together and were departing to go our separate ways from the church. Gianna hugged her parents goodbye, and I smiled when Sophia did the same. She’d taken to Salvatore and Livy, as though they’d been part of the family all of her life. In fact, we’d blended together almost seamlessly.
I was almost struck speechless when I realized I hadn’t told Gianna I loved her. I’d thought it so many times. It hadn’t occurred to me that she would question my love for her, and I hated the idea that she had. Heat shot through me as I thought about all the ways I planned to make it up to her.
We climbed into the black town car and took the short ride home, our bodyguards in the car behind us. After we arrived, my mother announced she was going to rest and would probably be in for the night.
“Daddy?” I didn’t think I would ever stop feeling the rush from hearing her call me that.
I lifted her into my arms and kissed her nose, making her giggle. “What, preziosa ?”
“Can we go to the park?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say no, Sophia had only been home from the hospital a week, but Gianna chimed in. “Of course we can, sweetheart. As long as you promise to take it easy. No running, okay?”
Sophia’s head bobbed up and down as she squirmed, prompting me to set her on her feet. She started to run up the stairs, then stopped and threw us a quick glance. We pretended not to notice, and she continued up the stairs at a more sedate pace. I chuckled at my adorable baby girl, and Gianna held her hand over her mouth, clearly trying to stifle her laughter as well.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her into the sitting room and backed her up against a wall. Letting go, I caged her between my arms with my palms on the wall.
“You are an amazing mother, mia dolce .” She blushed, but I wasn’t finished. “And I want you to feel free to make decisions in regards to Sophia. In this house, and in private, you may contradict me as much as you want.” Her eyebrows fell and she looked wary at the hardening of my voice. “But in public, or around those I work with, you are not to question my decisions.”
Her eyes darkened with anger and she looked away. I gripped her jaw with one hand, turning her eyes back to me. “I cannot be seen as weak, especially right now with all of the fucking trouble brewing between us and the O’Reillys. It puts you and our family in even more danger if they think I cannot protect you.”
Tears began to fill her eyes, and I softened my tone a little, hating the sight. “You are what makes me strong, mia dolce . But to the old fashioned and pigheaded men I work with, they won’t see it that way. All I’m asking is that you wait until we are alone to voice your opinions.”
“Fine,” she huffed with a nod. I kissed her lightly, satisfied to see some of the hurt leak out of her eyes.
“One more thing—” my fingers tightened a little more on her chin—“you will stay with your bodyguards at all times. Are we clear, Gianna? No giving them the slip or going anywhere they cannot follow you. If you do, I swear, your sweet little ass will be cherry red when I’m done spanking you.”
Her mossy-green eyes heated, and I swallowed a moan as I realized she was aroused by the comment. “Hmmm, seems my sweet little innocent wants to get dirty. Is that what you want, mia dolce ? For me to smack your pretty little ass before I fuck you until you scream so loud they’ll hear you in Brooklyn?”
She sucked in a quick breath and her cheeks flushed, a mixture of shyness and desire. It was impossible not to kiss her, but I kept my lust at bay, mindful that Sophia would appear at any moment.
The thought must have conjured her up because she skipped into the room happily. When she saw me holding Gianna in my arms, she smiled widely and launched herself at us. “Group hug!” she squealed. I burst into laughter and held both my girls close, love spilling from my overly full heart.
After a picnic in the park, we spent the evening, just the three of us, watching a movie and snuggling on the couch. Halfway through, Sophia fell asleep curled into Gianna’s side, and I scooped her into my arms and took her to her room. Together, we changed her into pajamas and tucked her into her pink, princess bed.
I loved spending time with my daughter, but it was time to collect Gianna’s debt from the morning. Taking her hand, I led her into our bedroom and shut the door. Then I walked swiftly to the closet and rummaged around in a bag of silk and lace I’d purchased earlier in the week. Finding what I was looking for, I went back into the room and tossed it to her.
“Put this on, mia dolce .”
She glanced down at the garment in her hands and her mouth dropped open into a little O . The adorable blush I loved so much infused her face as she scurried towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I stripped down to my black boxer briefs and waited, impatiently, for her to return. After a few minutes, I padded over to the door and knocked lightly.
“Come out, mia dolce .”
“No,” she squeaked.
“Now, Gianna,” I commanded impatiently. I was hanging by a thread, ready to bust through the door and fuck her. But I wanted to see my cock disappearing between her pink lips even more. “Every minute you make me wait is another minute I’ll make you beg me to let you come,” I threatened gruffly.
The door finally cracked open, and I pushed it in all of the way, forcing her to step around it and into my line of vision.
Holy fucking shit.
The lacy, pale pink teddy clung to her every curve, the top lifting her magnificent tits up like an offering. The front got more narrow as it moved southward and by the time it reached her pussy, it was only enough to lie between the lips, getting drenched by the wetness already dripping from her sex. I twisted my finger in a circle, indicating I wanted her to spin for the full effect. She turned and my breath caught as the two large, silk straps crossed on their way down her back, attaching to a G-string, showing off her incredible ass. She was my every fantasy come true.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered in awe. My reaction seemed to give her a little more confidence, and she sauntered past me into the bedroom.
I was on fire and so fucking desperate. Stalking to the bed, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the ground. Then I took her hand and helped her to lower down onto her knees. I slid my underwear down, hissing when it caught on the tip of my rigid and aching cock. Gianna eyed my length hungrily and licked her lips, the sight of her pink tongue causing me to leak even more pre-come. I took my cock in hand and positioned myself directly in front of her.
“Open, bellissima .”
Gianna obediently opened her mouth, and I guided the glistening tip of my cock around her lips, my blood thickening at the sight. Her tongue snaked out to lick the tip and I groaned. Unable to wait any longer, I began to feed her my cock, breathing deeply with every inch, fighting to keep from coming.
“That’s it, bellissima ,” I gritted out. “Keep going. Take it—oh fuck that feels good.”
Finally, I bumped the back of her throat and held still to revel in the feel of her hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick. We’d worked on her gag reflex, and she took all ten inches like it was made for her.
“Lick it,” I directed softly.
Her tongue swirled around the head, pressing against the slit at the top, and letting it go with a pop so she could run her tongue along the bottom vein. I shuddered in pleasure and drove my fingers into her hair, clenching and tilting her head back again.
“Suck it, Gianna. Hard,” I directed, my voice becoming rougher.
Taking me to the back once again, she did as she was told, hollowing out her cheeks and milking my cock with deep pulls.
“Oh fuck yes,” I groaned, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. Her head began to bob up and down as she hummed around me, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity straight through me.
I opened my eyes and looked down to see her staring back at me. Fisting my hands in her hair, I kept her in place, and growled, “Keep your eyes on me, Gianna. Don’t look away. And, you will take everything I have to give you, do you understand? Every drop.”
I unclenched my fingers enough for her to nod, then tightened them again, holding her head back to the perfect angle. My hips began to pump, fucking her perfect mouth, thrusting to the back and dragging myself out as she sucked and moaned. Without breaking the connection between our eyes, I stifled a shout as my release began to pour down her throat. I was so far back, it went right down, but she swallowed and it heightened the grip she had on my cock, sucking me dry.
Once I was empty, I pulled out, only to realize I was still hard and growing to the point of pain as my gaze dragged over her delectable body. Reaching down, I helped her to her feet and pulled her into me, taking her lips in a passionate kiss, my hands splaying across her back.
“You did so good, mia dolce ,” I crooned. “I think you deserve a reward.” I slid my hands low and grasped the round globes of her ass, lifting her so her legs wrapped around me. Taking her to the bed, I set her on her knees, facing me. Our height difference put her almost eye to eye with me.
I twisted the G-string around my fingers and grinned wickedly when she gasped. The fabric pulled and caused friction from the strap running through the middle of her pussy. A shudder ran through her and it tensed my every muscle, causing the strings to snap. The sound seemed to mirror the tear in the last thread of my control.
I flipped her around and used a hand at the back of her neck to push her face down into the comforter. “Stay there.” My tone made it clear I expected to be obeyed, so when she lifted a little to look back at me, I spanked one cheek hard, leaving a red print on the creamy skin. She sucked in a breath, even as she moaned, and I raised an eyebrow, waiting. Once she’d gotten back into position, I gripped her hips with both hands, lifting and tilting until I was satisfied, and slammed inside her pussy.
“Oh, holy shit!” Gianna cried out.
It was the first time I’d ever heard her swear, and for some reason, it brought out the savage in me, and I pumped into her wildly. Every thrust sent my balls slapping against her clit, and she cried out loud enough that I put my hand over her mouth.
“You’re so tight, bellissima . So fucking soaked, your cream is all over my cock,” I groaned. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” I chanted, trying not to shout in ecstasy. “I’m so deep. Tilt your pussy. Yes, just like that, oh fuck!”
The walls of her pussy began to bear down, strangling my cock, but she was so wet I still slid in and out smoothly. Her cries into my hand became screams, and it was all I could take. Lifting a knee onto the bed, I hit just the right spot and together, we splintered into a million pieces.
“I love you, mia dolce ,” I panted, resting my head on the damp skin of her back.
“I love you, too,” she answered, with her body still shaking from her climax.
Our heartbeats calmed, and I helped her remove the ruined lingerie before climbing into bed and cuddling her into my arms. My front was to her back, and I laced the fingers of one hand with hers, setting them across her belly, my pinky finger rubbing idly over her engagement ring.
I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “I can’t wait to lay with you like this, our hand resting over your belly, full with my child.” I slid our hands up to cup one of her large tits, squeezing as I added, “I want to see these spectacular tits grow and fill with milk.” My cock obviously liked the sound of those things too, because he was growing harder. Journeying our hands back down, I took them all the way to her pussy, dipping our fingers inside and finding her drenched. “You like the sound of that, mia dolce ? Your pussy is telling me you do.”
She moaned as our fingers played with her clit. It seemed a crime not to give us both what we wanted, so I took her twice more, filling her to the brim with my seed, and ordering those little fuckers to do their job.
When I woke to the sight of Gianna’s sexy, naked ass bolting for the bathroom, I smiled smugly. I’d knocked up my woman. Missione compiuta.