Chapter 16
SAINT
I ease out of Isla, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me and yet simultaneously not even giving a shit. Her pussy strangling my cock bare is the best sensation I’ve had in my life, hands down. I came so hard I saw black stars.
I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before.
Not once before tonight.
I’ve also never forgotten myself the way I did with her.
Yeah, it was the emotions roiling inside me that had me feral before I even walked through the door.
But it was also her. I took one look at her, sexy and beautiful and standing in my apartment like she belongs to me, and I knew what I needed.
Her pussy on my face. Her come dripping down my cock to my balls. The sweet taste of her cunt on my tongue. I needed her moaning my name.
I still need all that, and it doesn’t matter that I’ve just railed her like we’re amateur porn stars shooting an at-home film.
There’s something else I need, though, and when she tries to roll over, I stop her, planting my hands on her upper thighs.
“Stay like this.” I spread her wider, admiring her all pink and wet, my come leaking out of her pussy.
My spent dick instantly gets half hard again.
I wish I could get my phone and take a picture to look at later.
It’s filthy and beautiful, her and me mixed together like this, as if this is how it was always meant to be.
I wasn’t lying when I said her pussy is a work of art, and it’s even more so with me spilling out of her.
Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I sink a finger into her, pushing my come back inside. Her pussy tightens on my finger, and she moans, lifting her ass to drag me deeper.
“What are you doing?” she asks, though she doesn’t move.
She likes it, and she’s still in a haze of pleasure from all the orgasms I gave her.
I fuck her with my finger some more. “I like my come in you.”
Pity it can’t stay there forever. The idea of her walking around all day long with my come seeping out of her pussy makes my dick go fully hard. A surge of possessiveness so potent I can almost taste it rushes through me.
This woman is mine. For as long as I can keep her. The next week and a half.
“How does it feel, being full of me?” I add a second finger, working in and out of her.
“Good.” She makes a little sound in the back of her throat.
I work her faster. “I’m going to keep filling you up with my come. This is my pussy now.”
“Alessio,” she moans, half plea.
The way she’s tightening on me, I think she’s close to coming again.
The slick sound of me gliding my fingers in and out of her cunt fills the air. I’m a man possessed.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my fingers while you’re still filled with me. You like the way it feels, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
And I need to have my mouth on her again.
As much as I love this view, I’m insatiable for the taste of her. For the slick, swollen feel of her clit on my tongue.
I withdraw, my fingers wet with come, and use my other hand to guide her onto her back.
Her expression is adorably befuddled and slack with desire all at the same time.
I bite her inner thigh. How I ever restrained myself and kept myself from touching her all these days since we’ve been back is a mystery.
“Keep those legs spread for me.” I reach for her hand. “Now it’s your turn to do it.”
“Do what?” She’s confused.
It doesn’t matter. I’m acting on instinct. Doing what I want. Making my mark on her.
I take her hand and bring it to her pussy. “Put my come back inside you.”
“Alessio.”
I don’t know if she’s protesting or moaning, but I need to see her finger sinking into that slick, swollen pussy, putting my come back inside her, more than I need a heartbeat in my chest.
“Do it.”
And she does. Fuck, she does. Her finger sinks in slowly, pushing my come with it.
I’m not sure which of us moans louder. Her hips tip up, and she starts to fuck herself, in and out, slowly at first and then with greater urgency, like she needs to come again and is so desperate she’ll do anything I ask of her, no matter how depraved.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. All I can do is lower my head and take her clit between my teeth. I start out with a gentle nibble, and then I suck hard. As she bucks restlessly against my face, I take my messy fingers, slide them through our combined wetness, and find her ass.
The urge to fill and claim her everywhere can’t be stopped.
I’m a monster now, and all I want is more.
More Isla, more of her sweet surrender to me.
I tease her ass, playing with the tense little ring of muscle as she fucks herself and I worship her clit.
She gasps, thrusting into my face and then against my finger in a back-and-forth that has me so ready to come, all I can do is grind my poor dick into the mattress to stave off my second orgasm.
I flick my tongue over her clit then lift my head to look at her, naked and beautiful and flushed with passion, her nipples hard points that have been woefully neglected, her lips parted. She’s so beautiful, so perfect for me, so damn wrong for me, and she’s all mine.
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere, tesoro,” I tell her, increasing the pressure of my probing finger.
“Oh God, yes,” she says brokenly, still moving her hand frantically between her legs.
I work into her gently, taking my time, easing in all the way to my knuckle. She’s so tight and hot, and the way she’s writhing under me tells me she likes this as much as I do.
She cries out my name, then curses. “I’m going to come.”
Briefly, I release her clit, blowing a stream of hot air over it. “Then come, baby. Come on our fingers and my tongue.”
As if on command, she does, her entire body trembling under me like the aftershocks of an earthquake, a strangled cry bursting from her.
Yes. Fucking yes. I let her ride out the waves as long as I can, drunk on her pussy.
She tastes so good, and the way her ass clamps down on my finger is erotic as hell.
I can’t wait to put my cock there. To fuck her hard and deep.
Need roars through me, sudden and fierce.
I’m not going to make it. Reluctantly jerking my mouth from her cunt, I ease my finger from her.
Her own fingers are still buried inside that pretty pussy, her legs spread wide.
Gripping my dick, I come again, this time all over her swollen clit while she watches.
The force of my orgasm is almost painful. It’s that perfect, razor’s edge I’ve been chasing for so long. This green-eyed, Goody-Two-Shoes professor is going to be the end of me. But what a way to go.
Slowly, deliberately, I rub my come all over her clit until she’s coated with me and filled with me too. She finally withdraws from her dripping pussy and shocks me by swirling her fingertips over herself.
I take her hand and bring it to her lips. “Taste how good we are together.”
She sucks on her finger. I groan at the sight. I can’t wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock again. To shoot down her throat and watch her swallow every drop of my come. But I’m going to have to recover before I go another round.
So I pull her finger from her mouth and kiss her instead.
I taste her and myself as our tongues tangle. It’s a toxic blend, and I can’t get enough. I’m beginning to suspect I never will.
Isla
“You’ve got to be starving,” I tell Alessio as we towel ourselves dry.
It took us some time to work up the strength to get out of bed after those epic sex sessions, but somehow, we managed. We showered together, washing each other in a way that wasn’t even sexual, just tender and caring.
He soaped up every inch of me and rinsed me down, using his magical fingers to massage my scalp when he shampooed my hair.
I gave him the same treatment, enjoying the opportunity to touch his powerfully honed body.
I tried not to linger over his scars, the reminders of the brutality inherent in the life he’s lived.
I don’t want to think about who he really is or what he’s done.
I just want to focus on the way Alessio makes me feel.
We were too lazy to fetch my things from the guest bath, so thanks to using his shower products, I even smell like him from head to toe. I like it the same way I like him.
Too damn much.
He wraps his oversized, fluffy black towel around his hips and pulls me into his chest. “I am starving.”
His mouth finds mine, and I don’t fight it. I can’t anymore. All I can do is wind my arms around his neck and hold on tight, opening for his tongue.
“For you,” he murmurs against my lips.
I can’t deny the rush his words send down my spine.
We ventured into dangerous territory tonight and my rational mind knows it, but the rest of me doesn’t give a fuck.
She’s having way too much fun. It’s purely physical, I tell myself.
We’re two responsible adults. I mean, yes, he’s a top dog in the Mafia.
Yes, that makes me nervous and uncomfortable.
But I’m not marrying the man. And anyway, I’m stuck here for the next week and a half.
I might as well get the most bang for my buck.
Bad pun intended.
I kiss him some more, luxuriating in the feel of him, keeping my sanity parked firmly at the door to this apartment, which is where it’s going to have to stay until I get my fill of Alessio or until Luna’s honeymoon is over. Whichever comes first.
His stomach growls, and I’m the first one to break the kiss.
“Apparently, your stomach disagrees,” I point out wryly.
“You’re just trying to get my strength up so I can fuck you again,” he growls.
My pussy pulses. He’s not wrong. I do want him again. I want him more than I ever imagined possible. So much it scares me. We’ve gone from zero to one hundred over the last few hours. But I’ll worry about that later.
“Maybe.” I kiss him again, still tasting the two of us in our kiss. “But either way, you should eat something.”