Chapter 24 #2
She smiled sweetly. It should’ve been a warning.
“So,” She murmured, tilting her head, eyes glittering like she knew every sin running through me, “You thought I wouldn’t notice.”
“Notice what?” I asked – too casual, too quick.
Her hand moved between my legs, cupping my dick through my boxers, and gave me a hard tug – enough to make my breath stutter, a suppressed wince escaping me.
“You swapped cards under the table,” She said, voice soft as velvet, dangerous as a blade. Her lips brushing mine, maddeningly, making me wish she would do nothing but lean into me. “Don’t cheat me again.”
Heat rolled off her, hunger and challenge intertwined like smoke. She smelled like trouble, like cherry wine and winter.
I liked it. Too much.
A slow smile curved my mouth, feeling the size grow in her hand. “Maybe I wanted to see how far you’d go for me.”
“Oh,” she whispered, smile turning naughty. “I’ll go far for you, Capo.”
I believed her. God help me, I wanted her to.
She roughly grabbed me by the jaw, squeezing my face in her hands, forcing me to focus.
“Bad boys don’t get fucked. They get to walk around with a painful, hard cock and think about what they’ve done.”
I groaned, feeling the pain spread through my cock from how hard it was, and my balls from needing to empty them inside her.
Then, just as quickly as she invaded my space, she pulled back. Seamless. Cool. Lips still curved in that knowing smile as she returned to her spot like nothing happened – like she didn’t just have me close to losing my damn mind on a living room rug.
I reached out for her – pure instinct.
Francesca rose a brow, challenging me.
Was I going to lose like this? And never get to eat that sweet pussy again? Fuck me, I couldn’t do that to myself.
I exhaled hard and loosened my grip, letting her pull away. Watching her straighten and walk away with that sexy ass, bouncing with every step.
Francesca glanced back at me over her shoulder. “How about a movie, Capo?”
This woman was going to ruin me.
And I was already chasing her again.
I sat in one of the big, cozy armchairs in the home cinema, watching over my shoulder as Francesca got herself snacks from the bar.
God, she was so sexy.
Still in that two-piece black lace lingerie I was dying to rip off… Messy, blonde hair I couldn’t wait to pull… Smooth, glowy, olive skin I wanted to sink my teeth into…
“Have you picked the movie?” she called without turning around to catch me stare at her.
“‘Bout to.”
“Stop watching me and hurry up.”
Chuckling, I turned back to the large screen and scrolled through several choices, wondering what my first movie with Francesca should be.
I picked Mr just bit my cheek and watched her round the corner of the sofa, her hand never leaving my shoulder. Her sneaky eyes met mine with a force. I knew exactly what she was doing. And it was working.
Then she sat down on my lap, leaning her back into my chest. I relaxed more into the chair as fire bled through my veins.
Francesca wrapped her arms around herself, looking up at me with those doe eyes over her naked shoulder. And batted her dark lashes at me.
“Will you keep me warm?”
Without a word, I reached for the blanket to my side and threw it over us.
“Will you hold me?”
Biting down hard, I wrapped my arms around Francesca and pulled her closer. She sighed into me as she wrapped her arms around my forearms, making my erection get even harder against her.
“You’re going down,” I groaned, jaw tense.
“Okay, Daddy.” Francesca teased me, rubbing her ass harder onto my dick with a circle of her hips.
I wanted nothing more than to grab her thighs, push her knew to her chest, pull her panties to the side and play with her pussy until she was delirious for me.
But I couldn’t lose this bet. Because I needed to be able to do that every motherfucking day and night. Not just right now and lose this bet.
I needed to show her she was just as gone for me as I was for her.
I needed her to know her feelings for me.
And maybe then, I’d have a chance in convincing her to stay.
So, I was not going to give in.
I was going to lean back and let her get all worked up and wet for me.
Minutes go by. God knows what’s going on in the movie.
The only thing I can focus on in the hardon in my boxers Francesca can’t seem to leave alone.
She’s stretching back into me, letting me feel every perfect curve of hers.
She’s massaging her neck, making me drop my head back and pray for patience.
She’s digging her nails into my muscles, testing the lines of my willpower. She’s sighing and moaning, so soft
“It’s not going to work, Donna…”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why? Do you not like me?” Francesca pretends to be offended, but I see the mischief in her eyes as she pulls the blanket lower and spreads her legs over my thighs.
I chuckled, running a hand over my jaw.
“I’m not going to lose this pussy to a bet.” Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pulled her back, forcing her to look up at me. “I’m going to win this. Tonight, you’ll be in my bed. Mark my words, wife.”
Something sparked in Francesca’s eyes.
Something crazy and mischievous.
I was stuck staring into her beautiful doe eyes. Before I knew it, her lips parted with a breath moan.
I frowned, my body not moving, but my eyes flashing down. My blood burned hotter than fire as I watched Francesca’s hand circle her clit, moan after moan escaping her.
My jaw clicked, eyes going back to hers.
“You’re not playing fair, baby.” I murmured, a tortured groan in my voice.
“No such thing as fair in love and war.”
“Love, huh?” I smirked, tracing my hand down the cleavage of her breasts and stomach, only to stop at her panties.
When she didn’t answer with anything other than moans and goosebumps in the absence of my touch, I tightened my grip on her throat and leaned in until I could murmur against her lips. “You love me, baby?”
She smirked. “I love this dick.”
I smirked too. “Pull those panties off, baby. Let me see that pretty, soaking wet pussy.”
Her smile got bigger, but she shook her head.
A tortured groan rumbled in my chest.
“No?”
“No…” She bit her lip, making me lose my goddamn mind. “If you want to see me, Capo… You’re going to have to take them off yourself.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, holding onto my control with my teeth. I really thought I had her. “That right, baby?”
She spread her legs wider, giving me a better look. I watched Francesca push one finger into her pussy. Then two. In, then out. Again. And again. Then, she went back to her clit, circling it with a roll of her eyes.
I could feel my patience run thin.
“How wet are you?”
“Hmm… Only a little bit.”
“Francesca…”
In response, she brought her hand up to me and wiped her wet fingers over his lips. “You could always check for yourself, Capo.”
I tackled her to the massive couch on our side, pinning her down, hands above her head. Popcorn spilled everywhere as our breaths synced, and I could feel the insanity flash through my eyes. I could only hold out for so long before I broke.
“Goddamn. You drive me fucking crazy.”
Francesca smirked. The game wasn’t over. I hadn’t kissed her yet. But we both knew I was losing.
The way she was looking up at me with those big, doe eyes, lips parted, messy hair… I was gone.
“Fuck. I want to hold you down and fuck you until your body memorizes me. I want to be so deep inside you, you ache when I’m not fucking this pussy. I want to make you dependent on this dick stroking inside you. Addicted to the way I split you in half.”
She breathed hard against me, her breath labored while my body pushed her down into the cushions, my hard-on pulsing like a goddamn rock against her pussy.
“Tell me you don’t fucking want that. Hm. Tell me you don’t want to take my cock like the good girl I know you are for me, and only me. Tell me, baby. Fuck the bet. Tell me you don’t fucking want this.”
But moments went by, and she didn’t reply.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled back. Fuck me. I knew it was too much, but couldn’t stop myself.
I only made it half-way up before I was being dragged down again. I hit the couch with unexpected force, and opened my eyes to Francesca straddling me. The slightest movement of her ass on my cock already sending me crazy.
She leaned down over me, her nails digging into my pecs.
“You think you’re the one in control… But in reality, the moment I say ‘no’ or ‘stop’, this ends.”
My eyes flickered with challenge. “I know.”
“Sure, you could overpower me. But I think we both know that’s not what you want.”
“Yeah? And what do I want?”
She leaned down to speak soft in my ear.
“You want me to beg for you. To stay willingly, and take it like the good girl you know I can be. Only for you.”
I turned my face towards her, my nose grazing her soft cheek. Her gaze fell to my lips.
“You know, I almost broke first… After we got here the first night, I went to my room and played with myself. Pretended it was you who was touching me instead. Everywhere.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing mine. “I didn’t. Even. Lock. The door.”
My lips smashed to hers as I flipped us over. She moaned into the kiss as my body weight pushed her into the couch.
When we pulled back, she bit my bottom lip with a smirk. “You lose.”
I leaned in closer, lips brushing. “No, baby. I win.”
I kissed her again, harder this time, using everything in me to make her think this was a good idea.
My hand fisted her hair, tugging a little as I kissed her neck. She moaned, hands flying to my nape to hold on.
“I could’ve lied…” She whimpered. “You don’t know that.”
I smirked against her neck. “I can smell how wet you are from here.”
A moment later, I pushed my hand into her panties, only to find her soaked. She moaned harder, getting wetter every second I stroked my rough palm over her perfect pussy.
We kissed like we’d never stop.
“What do you say, baby?” I murmured through the kiss. “Is our understanding back on?”
Francesca moaned a light scream as I pushed two big fingers into her tight pussy, curling them and stroking nice and deep inside her.
“Yes,” She whimpered, pulling me closer.
“Or, you know, we could just say ‘fuck the bet’ and start seeing each other seriously. What do you think about that?”
“Yes,” She moaned, a little distracted, but knowing exactly what I was saying nonetheless.
“So, we agree then. We’re dating. Yes?”
I curled my fingers, hitting her g-spot, and made her eyes roll back.
“Yes…”
“I’m your boyfriend. And you’re my girlfriend. Understand?”
“Yes, Matteo…”
I smirked and sunk my teeth into her neck.