18. Luciano
Luciano
Jesus Christ.
She tastes like all things sweet and sinful in this world.
Everything I crave. How is it possible that any man could ever consider entertaining another woman after they’ve had Fallon?
I’ve had a lot of sex over the years, but it has never felt like this.
And I haven’t even buried my dick inside her yet.
First, I need her to know what it feels like to truly be wanted because I’m pretty sure sex has never been like that for my princess, but that’s going to change, because her pleasure pleases me.
When I hook my arms behind her knees and push them back so I can taste her everywhere, she gasps and lets out a tiny moan that sends more blood surging to my cock.
I lap at her pussy, nibbling and sucking, her cries getting louder and louder. When her thighs start trembling uncontrollably, I keep going, eating her mercilessly until she’s screaming out for me into the darkness of the night.
“I need to… Oh, God, please, I need to come,” she whines.
“I know, baby. You’re wound so tight. Come for me, princess,” I murmur without removing my mouth from her soaking wet pussy.
She screams and shakes, one of her hands slapping at me wildly while she buries the other in my hair and grips tightly, keeping me in place. Not that I’m going anywhere. I could stay here all night, eating her pussy.
When her screams quiet, and her body stops convulsing against the mattress, I slow my pace, giving her a moment to breathe.
But I don’t wait too long before I start all over again until she’s crying out for the second time.
I haven’t even slid a finger into her perfect pussy.
Pink and swollen and gleaming, all for me.
“Ohhhhh,” she cries, her body arching off the bed like a woman possessed.
Maybe she is. As long as it makes her feel good, I’m going to keep on doing it. Besides, I like Fallon’s spicy side. I have a feeling she’ll keep me on my toes for the rest of my life, and I don’t mind it at all.
“Daddy!” she hisses, both her hands gripping my hair this time to the point of pain, but I don’t care. I’ll take everything my princess wants to give me, as long as she gives me all of her. One day.
My cock throbs painfully as she calls out for me. For Daddy. There’s something about that word, hearing it from her, that drives me over the edge of the last drop of control I have.
Lifting my head, I stare at her as I slowly rise and reach for my suit jacket. Without a word, I pull out the gold-wrapped condom and rip it open, sliding it on while we don’t say anything or look away from each other.
“I want your mouth on me so fucking badly, princess, but I won’t. I need to feel your pussy around me,” I say as I prowl toward her, gripping the base of my dick. “One day, I’m going to fuck all your pretty holes.”
Fallon licks her plump lips, her half-lidded, green eyes sparkling as she lets her gaze lower. She’s so blissed out from her orgasms that she’s limp against the mattress, knees bent and spread open still.
I crawl up her body, the head of my cock sliding against the slit of her hot little pussy.
Resting my weight on one arm, I move my right hand to the bed, behind her neck, cupping it firmly so she can’t look away.
I need to have her eyes on me, so I can see every emotion that passes through them when I sink into her.
“Are you going to be my girl? Daddy’s good girl?”
I line myself up with her opening and wait. Fallon gazes at me, a hint of vulnerability passing over her beautiful face. Then, as if she never felt it, she takes in a breath and nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
All the control I had is gone, and I slam into her with so much force that we’re closer to the headboard now. Fallon cries out, her pussy clenching around me as I wait for a few seconds for her to adjust to my girth before I pull almost all the way out and thrust into her again.
Her pussy is tight, and even though I’ve fucked my hand for the last several nights, it’s done nothing to calm my dick down. She’s heaven. Tight, hot, and so wet.
With every movement, she moans and whimpers, her nipples pressing against my naked chest.
“You’re so fucking big,” she says, her voice hoarse from all her earlier screams.
We rock against each other; everything about this feels right. So fucking perfect. Like she was made for me.
I lean down and suck on her puckered nipples, one and then the other before I slide out of her and sit on my heels.
Without warning, I pick her up and turn her so her ass and back are touching my front, pulling her onto my cock again.
Fallon mewls as I hold her upper body up.
I grip her hips and move her with me so I can fuck her hard and deep.
My dick throbs. It isn’t going to take long for me to come, but my girl has at least one more in her that I’m going to draw out before that happens.
The sound of our bodies meeting and her cries fill the room as I fuck her ruthlessly, her tits bouncing freely. I keep one hand on her hip and raise the other, then slap it down on her ass.
“You’re going to be my good girl, right? You’re going to obey Daddy’s rules?”
I spank the side of her ass again, harder this time. Fallon gasps and hisses while her pussy spasms around me.
When she doesn’t answer me right away, I switch sides and smack the other cheek. “Answer me, princess.”
“Yes.” She’s panting, her ass arching into me.
Another smack. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she half cries and moans at the same time.
I kiss her shoulder and use my free hand to reach around and play with her clit while I keep thrusting into her from behind.
“That’s my good girl,” I growl into her ear. “So good, and all mine.”
She screams into the darkness as another orgasm tears through her, sending me right over the edge at the same time. Her pussy pulses around me as my climax explodes, and my movements become erratic.
We’re both left breathless, unmoving for several minutes while we get our heart rates under control. My cock is still half-hard inside her, twitching every now and then.
Slowly and gently, I nudge Fallon forward. “Lie down, baby.”
She does without hesitation, her round ass facing me as I stare down at her. Using both hands, I run my fingers over the hot flesh. Fallon hums, her face pressed to the bed.
When I rise, I leave her where she is and head into the bathroom to discard the condom. After I do my business, I wet a washcloth with warm water and go back out to her. She says nothing and hasn’t moved since I left.
“Spread your legs for me,” I instruct quietly.
“I can’t. I’m Jell-O right now. I can’t move,” she mumbles into the mattress.
I chuckle and spread her legs myself, then reach between them and start to clean her. Fallon startles and starts to sit up, but I use my free hand to press on her back.
“Don’t move, princess. I’m taking care of you. It’s going to be like this every time we have sex, so I suggest you get used to it now,” I tell her firmly.
Part of me expects her to argue with me, but to my surprise, she sighs and relaxes, letting me wipe her sensitive folds.
As soon as I’m done, I take the cloth into the bathroom and throw it in the sink before I climb into bed next to her.
As soon as I get the blankets positioned, I pull her into me, spooning her again like I was a little while ago.
The scent of vanilla surrounds me, and my eyelids become so heavy I can barely keep them open. This is what I’ve been missing from my life.
Fallon.
My princess.
Daddy’s good girl.
Mine.
It’s nearly eight by the time I wake up. Fallon is still fast asleep in my arms, in the same position as when we dozed off. Even though I only got about four hours, it’s the best rest I’ve had in a long time.
There’s something about Fallon that makes me less restless. Like I can actually breathe when she’s around.
As I carefully unfold myself from her and tuck several pillows against her naked body, she sighs but doesn’t wake. She’s snoring softly when I come out of the bathroom and pull on my underwear.
Most of the apartment is unpacked and organized thanks to my men, so I don’t have to struggle to get a pot of coffee going. I have no idea how she takes hers, but my men said there was a bottle of French vanilla creamer in the fridge at Joshua’s apartment, so I got some for her.
With two cups of coffee in hand and the bottle of creamer, I go back to the bedroom and set everything on the nightstand. Just as I straighten, Fallon’s eyes flutter open.
She looks up at me and then around the room as if trying to figure out where she is. It only takes a few seconds before she meets my gaze again.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
“Morning, princess.” I climb in next to her again, propping myself up against the headboard.
Fallon begins to shift before she slides out of bed and grabs a throw blanket from the end to cover herself up. I don’t like that she’s shielding herself from me, but that’s something we’ll work on. Her body is a work of art that I want to see as often as possible.
She disappears into the bathroom. I pick up a cup of coffee and take a drink while I glance over the messages in my phone. Nothing important catches my attention, though there is a text from Lacey, reminding me to invite Fallon to her birthday.
Fallon did say she’s always wanted to go on a plane and see a city like Las Vegas. It would cross both things off her list, and I’d get to experience those firsts with her.
When Fallon emerges, she looks around the room until she spots her pajamas on the floor. She awkwardly puts them on while still trying to hold onto the blanket.
“We’re going to have a rule about you covering yourself up around me,” I say as I set my phone aside.
She meets my gaze, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. “Me?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Yes, baby. I don’t like you hiding from me. We’re not going to have secrets, and that includes your luscious body.”
When she diverts her eyes away, I reach out and capture her chin to force her to look at me again.
“Did someone say something negative about your body?” I ask, already knowing the answer just by the shame on her face.
“Yes, but he was right. I need to lose like thirty pounds,” she answers quietly.
Cocking my head, I reach over and grab her wrist, pulling her face down over my lap in one swift move.
Fallon yelps and sticks her arms out in front of her, trying to wiggle off me.
Her round ass shakes as she squirms, but now isn’t the time for my dick to enjoy the view.
My girl is going to learn her first lesson about being with me. Right now.
Without waiting, I smack her ass several times, using my left arm to keep her pinned down. “You must not have understood what I meant when I said I won’t allow you to put yourself down.”
“Ouch,” she hisses quietly.
“I don’t know who said something about your body, but, baby, I’m obsessed with your beautiful body. And you suggesting that there’s something wrong with it is never going to fly with me.”
I spank her several more times, hard and fast, alternating between her cheeks as Fallon struggles against my hold, her bare legs kicking in the air.
“You’re perfect the way you are, princess.”
“I’m a fucking mess, Luciano,” she says with a huff as she twists to look at me.
What the fuck?
Jesus Christ.
I spank her several times in a row on each cheek. “Excuse me? I don’t know who the fuck has been putting that bullshit into your head, but when I look at you, I see my princess who is a fighter. I don’t like that you say derogatory things about yourself.”
Her ass is turning shades of pink and red as I continue to spank her, smacking the sensitive sit spots on the backs of her thighs.
“Ow,” she whimpers, struggling against me once more.
Fallon kicks her feet, nearly hitting me in the face with her heel. “If you kick me, you’re going to be a really sorry Little girl.”
“It hurts,” she answers, her voice strained slightly.
I cover every inch of her ass, peppering it with swats that make her yelp every so often. “It’s supposed to hurt, baby. This is your punishment for saying something negative about yourself. I told you that was your first rule, and you decided to do it anyway.”