11. Take Every Inch
"Take Every Inch"
Salvatore
She’s not Italian.
Interesting.
Italian is the official language of the country, though many of us here still prefer Sicilian.
Bianca speaks Italian with the fluidity of someone who’s familiar, with no sign that it’s her primary tongue.
The overemphasis on consonants and the lack of distinction with vowels are a giveaway.
I’d guess she’s American, which raises the question of why she’s in Italy.
Andrea described her as stunning. Bianca is just that, but shorter than the usual model height. With that atrocious bonnet on, I put her at around five-seven. Still, stunning doesn’t go far enough to describe her.
She’s flawless.
Her thick, smooth lips still hold a smirk I look forward to fucking off. Makeup-free, she’s a masterpiece, blended into honey-brown skin I want to mark with my teeth. Andrea and I rarely share women, but he’s an idiot for giving me her number. If she were mine, I would kill for her.
I muffle a grunt at her hand tightening around my dick, heating the teeth of my zipper. I’ll have marks with how hard I’ve been since she stepped out of the bathroom in that hideous bonnet I want to burn.
“Thick with a curve. But do you know how to use it?” Her brow hikes as her teasing smile pulls at her cheekbones.
Brat.
Bianca is a welcome departure from the women in Eden.
No one who’s entered this bedroom has ever challenged me—or palmed my dick like it’s hers to own.
She hasn’t cowered at my reputation or bowed to my dominance.
She’s testing me. I’m going to enjoy fucking her into submission, starting with that mouth.
I grin at the sharp breath she draws in at my hand around her neck. My other hand fans across her thigh. The smirk once curling those plump lips vanishes as I inch closer to the edge of the towel. Her teeth sink into her flesh as my fingertips skate across her heat.
“Is that an invitation, Trouble?” I keep my voice low and lick the pink easing into her cheek.
She shudders at the wet trail and my English, but she recovers. “Do you always waste your time and money talking?”
The edge of my control frays at the challenge. It snaps when she grins at the extra pressure on her neck. The force of my mouth over hers bows her head back, exposing the long column of her neck that I suck. My teeth scrape up the soft flesh as I snatch that damn pink bonnet off to fist her braids.
My eyes are on her at the breathy kiss that breaches her lips.
Her mouth parts at my hand cupping her pussy that she soaks through a slow drag.
Precum leaks from my head pulsating in her hold.
I’m seconds from exploding from the pressure of her hand and the promise of a release.
She yelps at my hard slap to her pussy that I soothe with a thumb.
The return to Bianca’s lips is a slow kiss. Her eyes are on me. My teeth graze her lower lip, which I suck before licking my way back into her mouth.
I avoid kissing the women I’m with but savor every moan from Bianca I swallow.
She pants into my mouth at the orgasm she rides until she comes undone in short whimpers.
The sound of her pleasure surges through my chest to rip the air from my lungs with the same intensity I use to snatch away her towel.
Evidence of her arousal coats my palm. I smear it across her lips before crushing mine back against hers.
She jumps into my arms, clasping hers behind my neck and wrapping her legs around my torso like vines.
My hands roam the curve of her back as she arches.
This is not the ass of a supermodel. There’s nothing perky about it in the grip spilling over my fingers.
Bianca leans back for me to take a nipple into my mouth.
I lash the puckered tip, biting before sucking the bud hard.
Her moan stirs my dick. She leans back to grind her pussy over my belt, my nails in the grooves of her dimples I plan on licking later.
Her cheeks spread like butter as I guide her over my length.
She tries to dictate the pace, but I control her with slow, hard strokes.
“You come so well,” I say over another nipple as I tease it with my tongue.
“Mmm,” she pushes out through a strangled gasp that becomes a yelp when I toss her onto the bed.
Our eyes lock as her legs fan open in a private performance.
With a smirk, she scoots to the middle of the bed, where she leans on her elbows.
Her eyes are on the mirror above as a hand slides down the valley of her breasts, past her navel, to the moisture between her legs.
She plants her feet on the ebony sheets and fucks herself with two fingers that become three.
Minchia.
For a moment, my mind stalls at the rhythm of her hips grinding over her hand.
Her pussy glistens, sucking in the fourth finger she adds.
Slurps echo across the room when she picks up her pace.
She’s so lost in her own pleasure, she misses when I shed my suit and briefs to meet her in the middle of the bed.
Her toes curl around my sheets as her moans come in succession.
I push her hand away.
Her mouth parts and I stretch it wider with my dick. Inch by inch, I push through her lips until I reach the back of her throat.
“Don’t bite,” I warn, glaring, my foot planted next to her shoulder. She’s not going anywhere. “You can play with your pussy, but this mouth is mine.” I pump into her. Saliva spills down the sides of her mouth. She flattens her tongue before sucking my dick with a force that clenches my ass.
Her mouth is fucking heaven.
Warm.
Wet.
Curving to every vein.
I cradle her face and roll my hips to knock the back of her throat. Her eyes flash and her tongue swirls around my head when I pull out. I tap myself on her lips as she licks. Her tongue peeks out to French kiss the tip before she sucks it with a hard pop.
“Fuck,” I grit at her slurping my balls into her mouth. “You are trouble.”
I lift a pillow to grab one of the condoms I keep underneath and release a shaky breath at her sucking my dick with so much vigor I might pass out. The force of her jaw tightens. I try to pull away, but her claws trap me in place.
“Trouble, fuck!” I huff. She’ll give herself a headache before the end of the night.
I rip the condom open with my teeth and fight to pry her mouth open and pull away.
Andrea is an idiot for letting her go.
“You think you’re in control?” I roll the condom over my sensitive shaft. Pleasure jolts up my spine at her hands caressing my balls.
The first thrust buries me deep inside her walls.
Bianca screams in a mix of shock and ecstasy. I lift her by the back of her neck to kiss her lips. “You don’t run shit here, Trouble.” Thrust. “Look at yourself on the ceiling and take every inch.”
I pin her to the bed, grip her waist, and grind harder.
Her greedy pussy sucks me in a vise-like grip that almost snatches my soul with my nut.
She feels so fucking good but has a lesson to learn.
I lift her waist to change angles for deeper strokes.
She’s drowning my sheets. Her chest heaves as her breasts bounce.
Sweat presses into her skin. I lick her, savoring the taste. I pull out to tease her with the tip.
“Don’t fucking test me,” I say, the threat clawing its way through an orgasm. My nuts draw at the slap of our skin. My pace slows before I pull out again.
Bianca whimpers at the loss. I dip myself inside her slick walls and pull out. “Do you understand me?” I growl, thrusting just enough not to fully enter her.
“Yes!” she cries, eyes closed and tone ready for war.
“Yes, what?” I dip into her again and pull out.
“Yes, Sir—or whatever your fucking name is!” Hazel catches in her eyes like flames she hurls at me.
Alfonso is the only person who uses that sir shit. I hate it, but from Bianca? I might come twice.
I flip her over and pull her up to her knees by her hair. “Was that so hard, love?” I kiss the side of her mouth and ease back into her. She moans. “Look at me.”
Bianca obeys, her eyes wide and sweat slicking her brow. “Oh shit. I feel you in my ribs,” she moans into my mouth, voice torn, pussy soaking our joined skin.
I don’t let up when her body wilts to the bed. The sheets move like waves underneath her palms pressed into the silk fabric, digging for a lifeline that won’t save her.
“Please, Sir,” she pleads, jaw slack.
The heat of her body courses through my chest, where it buries itself. My grip on her hips burns my fingers, melting under her touch.
This ass will be my undoing. Her pussy already bends to my curve, but how she’s spread on my bed, face pressed into the mattress to muffle her screams, is pleasure wrapped with torment. The breaths she surrenders in long, staggered moans stoke my possession.
“It’s too much!” she whines.
Her ass says otherwise, the way her back arches to meet my thrust for thrust. My grip moves from her hips to the bottom of her ass.
“Don’t hold back, Trouble. Wet my dick.” My balls tighten under the bounce of her pussy.
“Ooh, fuck. This feels so—“ Her mouth snags on another moan. “Sir.”
“Say my name,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “This pussy stretches so well for me.”
Her ass winds in a circle, the soft, plump cheeks swallowing my dick with ease. I grind harder until my chest is over her back.
“Fuck, yes!” Bianca cries. Her screams tear with each thrust, but “Sir” remains on her tongue.
I hold the back of her neck and pummel deeper. My strokes turn erratic, matching the quick breaths scraping my throat to fill my lungs.
“Fuck, Bianca!”
“Mfystptah mackusa,” she mumbles, too spent to make sense.
My hips jerk, and my release explodes. The aftershock eases through hard breaths before I pull out. Bianca collapses onto the bed. Her braids fight to stay in her ponytail, hanging to the side. Her back lifts and expands through quick gasps.
Never once did I look at the ceiling mirror I enjoy while fucking. My eyes were on her the entire time.
I lick the crease between her ass and bite a cheek. “Don’t quit now.” My grin spreads at her snivel.
Neither of us is sleeping tonight.
The walk to my private bathroom takes more energy than the few steps from my bed to the door. I haven’t fucked like this in years.
I take care of the condom, clean off, and go back to Bianca with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. She’s out cold, facedown with her arms stretched wide.
“Lightweight.” I place her glass on the nightstand and pull the sheets up to her shoulders.
I don’t know how long I stare at her when my phone buzzes from my trousers.
“Yeah?” I keep my voice low not to wake her.
“Boss,” one of my security guards says. “Your package arrived.”
“Be down soon.” I end the call and go to my closet in the other room for a new suit. I don’t want to kill any of my men for smelling her on my shirt.
I take one last look at Bianca’s curves in my bed before leaving.