Chapter 15
Vincenzo
Not once in my life has anyone captivated me in the way my princessa has done. After an entire night of making her come, causing her to pant my name, and filling her with my seed in multiple ways, I should have gotten her out of my system.
But that’s far from the case, it just makes me want her even more.
One time would have been far more than was needed with anyone else on earth to rid them from my mind.
But not with Anna. Mere minutes away from her today felt like hours, while hours seemed to turn into days.
At least in my own mind. I would do well not to let her see how much I desire the lovely angel because she’s been trained well by one of the most respected crime families around, at least before her papa wound up in a screwed-up deal with Gallini.
Even knowing while I’m making her squirm on the end of my finger, tongue or dick, she in all likelihood is contemplating how to take advantage, when to strike and when to run, I’m going to take the chance.
Nothing is going to stop me from making my angel come.
That memory will live in my mind for years to come if not forever and there’s not one chance in hell of me not doing it again over and over for as long as she wants to play.
I push the chair away from the table because dinner can wait. “Straddle me.” It’s not a request, it’s a command and she immediately obeys so sweetly that it makes my cock pulse. “Are you wearing panties?” I ask, already knowing that she isn’t because I didn’t leave her one pair to wear.
Her eyes meet mine and when she shakes her head her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.
She shifts while I balance her, keeping my hands around her waist as I situate her and her dress on my thighs and free myself.
Her heels dangle on either side of the chair.
She’s as eager to be filled as I am to thrust into her velvet heat, having thought about it all day long.
“Are you sore from last night, princessa?”
She shakes her head. I don’t think she’s telling me the truth.
I was the one fucking her all night long, and the night before that and the night before that but I let her little indiscretion slide.
I lean into her, inhaling her decadent scent mixed with a floral scent.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that you’re not going to be able to get out of bed tomorrow. ”
Anna gasps, but she’s more than ready.
I swipe my cock through her pussy, gathering her wetness, running the end of my dick against her clit until she’s rocking and almost panting my name.
The tips of her nipples are so hard they’re begging to be sucked, and I’m only too eager to oblige while I bring her to a squirming frenzy.
And only when I know how ready she is, so I don’t hurt her, do I slide into her heat, burying myself deep and hard, right to the very end of her, hitting that special little spot that makes her pant my name over and over again.
I drive upward as I let her ride through her pleasure, guiding her waist and teasing her nipples, one then the other. Her voice is barely audible. “So close. I’m never going to last.”
Anna should know she’s going to come far more than once, this is just a warmup to make sure she’s nice and wet for what I have in store for the remainder of the night. “Come for me, princessa, I want to feel you cream all over my dick.”
I take over, guiding her atop my rigid rod, driving to the end of her every single time until her small little pants turn to a full-blown scream and she soaks me with every bit of her cream.
Her body is still trembling a I lift her, still joined as one and walk with her to the bed.
“You’re going to want to close your legs, but you’re going to keep them open for me, princessa.
No restraints, just you doing as I ask.”
Her eyes burn with thick desire as I lay her down, sliding her heels to each side of my thighs so I can bend and taste the decadent cream. My tongue slides along her heat, taking my fill, feasting on her desire while inhaling her intoxicating scent.
It doesn’t take long before her hips begin to move, squirming as her thighs begin to tremble with the effort of keeping her legs apart. She’s fucking perfect. Anna doesn’t need a restraint of any sort to do exactly as I’ve asked. Sheer will and the desire to obey and please is her gift to me.
And when I’ve cleaned her completely, she’s still so fucking wet it makes my cock weep with precum. I reposition her, guiding her to the top of the bed, turning her to all fours. “Hands on the headboard.”
Anna does exactly as I ask. She likes it this way. She liked watching a male take a female from behind in the club not that long ago, and she most definitely loves it when I thrust deep from behind.
“It’s so deep this way.” She pushes her ass back against me giving me even greater access to her velvety heat.
I slide so deep, hard, and fast that her body begins clenching around my cock, squeezing so tight it’s almost difficult to breathe and keep the rhythm until she begins to tremble again and I follow her over the edge.
I hold her tight as our bodies cool, but her breath against my chest keeps me completely warm.
I stroke her long silky hair splayed across her back as her ample breasts rest against my ribs.
Her hand tentatively glides over my stomach, resting right below my navel as a finger dances lightly over the dark patch of hair that trails to my groin.
“I thought you were sending me away today. That I was going to be handed over to Bastian. Thank you for not doing that and for buying me. No matter the reason.”
I vowed to myself not to tell her a fucking thing until she learns to trust me, but I also know how lies can fracture even the best intentions.
Yet, for her own good, and the sake of my family too if I’m being honest, I can’t risk the full truth right now.
But I can put her mind somewhat at ease.
“Bastian Gallini will never lay a finger on you, as long as I live, princessa.”
A tear leaks from her eye. I wipe it away with a finger, but the deeply set emotions that bastard causes for my princessa renews my own vow to wipe his slimy ass off the face of this earth sooner than later.
But I know the score too well. Kill one brother or cousin and the rest of them assume the debt, vendetta, whatever is owed or due, and the next sibling or relative comes knocking.
There’s no way that Gallini can know who has Anna, yet.
I’ll bide my time but only until we’re ready.
Soon… On my timeline, not his. That’s when it’s going to happen.
Anna swallows daintily, looking up at me with such raw emotion that it causes my chest to tighten and every single bit of my resolve to crumble. I roll us over, caging her with my body, keeping my weight from crushing her with one elbow, while smoothing back a piece of her hair. “Why,” she asks.
I smile down at my angel. “Because you’re mine, princessa, and I already told you the first night in my club, I don’t share. Especially when it comes to you.
Her eyes widen and the moistness of her emotion shimmers in them. I lean down, letting my lips trace against the warmth of hers knowing I’m crossing the self-imposed line I’ve defined about intimacy with her until she knows everything.
But I’ve already crossed so many lines. I caress her cheek inhaling the scent of her anticipation.
My lips capture hers, enveloping them in a kiss, parting them with ease, exploring the sweetness of my angel in this way for the very first time.
Only a kiss…
Intimate, far more intimate than I’ve given a soul in years. A kiss that should tell her everything that I don’t really want her to know, at least not yet. Little does she know, being mine means a whole fucking lot more than she’s ready to comprehend.