Chapter 6 Enrico #2
“Holy fuck,” I grit out, burying my face into the crook of her shoulder. “So goddamn tight for me. Are you okay, Valerie?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her to ensure she’s telling me the truth.
“So good. So full. I think I need… I think I’d like it if you moved.”
I smirk at her adorable answer. “I think I’d like it if you told me what you want more often. You know I’ll give you anything. Everything.”
“Right now, I…”
“Yes, angel?” I ask, nipping her earlobe and sucking on that spot below her ear I know drives her crazy.
“Right now, I want you to… fuck me.”
“Jesus,” I mutter as precum leaks from my dick.
I pull out and circle her entrance with the head of my cock. She whines and moves her hips, trying to get me where she wants me. Good. I need her to be certain she wants me, that she needs me as much as I need her.
I snap my hips and hit home in one long thrust. We both cry out at the sensations breaking over our bodies. I feel it, feel her blood pulsing in her veins, the air filling her lungs, the muscles of her pussy sucking me in further than I thought I could go.
“You’re so deep,” Valerie whimpers, shifting her hips and spreading her legs wider for me, letting me fuck her just like she asked.
I grunt with each powerful thrust, grinding down and pulling almost all the way out, only to hammer into her again and again. Her cunt tightens around me as her cream coats my cock. She’s fucking gushing for me, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room along with the smell of our combined pleasure.
“Valerie… Fuck, yes,” I groan, angling my hips to find her G-spot.
I know the instant I hit it. Her pussy clamps down on me as her breath hitches, and her eyes squeeze shut. Valerie twists beneath me and cries out as her orgasm is ripped from her very core.
I slide my hands under her shoulders and pull her closer, shoving her down on my dick each time I hit home. I fuck her through her climax, pounding that sweet little pussy as she tenses and releases, shaking with pure bliss.
I give her a moment to rest before I roll on my back, taking her with me. She places her hands on my chest to steady herself, her cunt still pulsing around my shaft.
"Ride my fucking cock, angel," I growl.
A flash of insecurity crosses her face, but I pull her down for a kiss so she doesn't spend another second doubting herself or her effect on me.
My hands slide up her thighs and grip her hips in a punishing hold. Together, we find the right rhythm, creating a delicious ache with each roll of our hips. Jesus Christ, she feels incredible. Beneath me, on top of me, beside me, for the rest of our fucking lives.
“En-Enrico…” she stutters, her big tits swaying in front of my face as she rests her hands on either side of my head.
I suck her nipples, scraping my teeth along her sensitive flesh and biting her there. As primal and possessive as my need to mark her is, I know I won’t be truly satisfied until she’s round with my kid.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, the realization slamming into me like a lead pipe to the chest.
I grab her ass hard and grind her pussy down on me while I fuck up into her, hitting her most sensitive spot with every rough stroke.
Valerie trembles, her arms barely holding her up as we climb higher and higher.
“Come for me, angel,” I grit out, one hand still squeezing her ass while the other trails up her side to wrap firmly around her neck.
“Ohmygod,” Valerie whimpers, her pussy pulsing as a flood of wetness pours over my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us.
I tighten my hold around her neck and dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass, forcing her to ride me hard. My spine tingles, and my balls throb, my dick swelling and pulsing inside her warm, wet pussy.
“Fucking come right now!” I roar as my thrusts grow erratic.
“I-I-I…”
Valerie detonates, throwing her head back and screaming my name as tears pour down her flushed cheeks.
My orgasm shoots through me, the sharp ecstasy stealing my breath as I empty myself inside her womb. It hurts so fucking good, feeling her walls choke my raw dick as rope after rope paints the inside of her pussy.
Valerie collapses, curling up on my chest and burying her face into the side of my neck. I wrap my arms around her, keeping her close as we stay connected, as close as two people can be.
She kisses my neck while I rub her back, both of us soaking up whatever this is between us. I know I’ve never felt it before, which only confirms my earlier suspicions; I’m head over fucking heels for this woman.
When I finally catch my breath, I peel a half-asleep Valerie off me and gently roll her onto her back while I go to the bathroom and clean up a bit.
I come back with a warm washcloth and clean Valerie up, too.
She winces, and I notice the red marks I left on her hips.
I have no doubt she has them on her ass as well.
The dark, sadistic part of me is proud that she wears my bites and bruises, but the rest of me feels like an asshole.
“Valerie,” I whisper, crawling into bed next to her. “Look at me, love. Are you okay?” I trace over the marks on her skin, my stomach tied in knots at the thought of hurting her.
“What even was that?” she exhales, slowly turning her face toward mine.
“I… Fuck, I don’t know what came over me. I was so rough with you. Are you okay?” I ask again.
Her brow furrows as she turns on her side to face me and searches my eyes. Then my beautiful angel smiles, wiping away every thought in my head. “I feel amazing,” she sighs. “I feel thoroughly used, but like, in the best way possible. Does that make sense?”
Instead of answering her, I cup her cheek and kiss my woman. Slowly, this time, tasting her, cherishing her, letting her know I can be gentle when she needs me to be. When I finally pull back from her, I press a kiss on her forehead and breathe her in.
Valerie places her hand over my heart, and I slide my hand down her cheek and neck, resting my hand over her heart as well. We don’t say anything. We don’t have to. Our hearts beat at the same tempo, letting us know this is more than physical. It’s everything.
Eventually, I roll on my back and tuck Valerie into my side. She rests her head on my chest and throws an arm over my torso, drawing idle patterns across my skin. She feels so damn good in my arms.
I comb my fingers through her hair and rub the back of her neck, hoping to relax her and make up for the rough way I treated her earlier.
And her first fucking time, too. Part of me still feels guilty, but another darker, deeper part can’t wait to explore all her desires.
I have a feeling Valerie is a filthy fucking angel.
“Can I ask how you got to be in your position with the Caparellis?” she asks, her voice quiet yet inquisitive.
I can’t remember anyone ever asking for my origin story. It’s jarring, but I want her to know everything about me. Just like I want every piece of her story.
“I grew up here in Vegas,” I say, still trying to gather my thoughts. “Never knew my dad. It was just my mom and me. She did what she had to do to feed us and keep a roof over our heads. I didn’t realize until I was older that she was an exotic dancer with special clients on the side.”
I wait for Valerie’s judgment, but it never comes. Instead, she places her hand over my heart. I breathe into the comforting sensation and cover her hand with mine, letting her touch give me the strength to continue.
“She was brutally murdered by one of her special clients when I was eight.”
“Oh my god,” Valerie gasps. “Enrico, I’m so sorry. I lost my parents around that age, too. We weren’t a close family, though. Not like you and your mom. I can’t imagine being all alone.”
I draw her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “It’s not a competition,” I murmur. “We can both have painful pasts.”
Valerie props herself up on my chest, those green eyes filled with equal parts hope and reluctance. “And we can both heal, right?”
“Yes, angel. We can both heal.”
She nods and curls on my chest, tucking her head under my chin.
“Aurelio’s father, Giovanni Caparelli, found me while he and his men were looking for someone else.
I had been alone in our apartment for days, unsure what to do.
He scooped me up and took me home with him that day.
Giovanni raised the two of us as brothers, though when the time came to pass on the family legacy, it went to Aurelio.
As it should have. I’m not complaining at all.
My life could have gone in a far worse direction, and I’ll always be thankful for the mercy I was shown that day. Especially now.”
“Hmm? Why especially now?”
“Because of you, angel.”
Valerie buries her face into the side of my neck, the heat of her blush warming my skin. She’s not used to receiving compliments, and truthfully, I’m not used to giving them. We’ll grow together.
“Thank you, Enrico. Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart with me. Thank you for… for everything…” Her voice trails off and her breathing evens out, letting me know she’s nearly asleep.
Bone-deep satisfaction fills me, knowing I wore her out and left her sated.
“I feel so loved,” she murmurs sleepily.
Her words stop my heart in my chest. The way she said it makes me think she didn’t mean for me to hear her, but I’m glad I did.