17. Jovie #2
He hisses. “Fuck!” Santino steps away, gripping the base, his sack pulled tight against his body.
I’m left alone on the bed, naked, wet, and aching between my thighs. “Did… did I do something wrong?” My voice becomes small with no confidence.
He whips his head to the left to look at me. “Wrong?” He groans, squeezing himself so hard, the tip nearly turns purple. “I’m on the brink of losing my fucking mind. I don’t think I can handle your mouth on me right now. Or everything will be over much quicker than I would like it to.”
“Oh.” I blush, glancing away.
“Oh,” he repeats, his gaze wandering up and down my body again. “You are fucking perfect. I can’t wait another second.”
In three long strides, he has me flat against my back, his lips against mine, and his body settles on top of me. His hips align with mine, his cock pressing against my entrance and we both struggle to breathe.
Instead of thrusting inside me, his shaft slips between my lips, my clit rolling under the crown.
“Santino,” his name is shaken from my core as I grip his biceps.
He flexes his hips again, his cock dragging across my clit with every stroke.
“Oh my God,” I moan, arching my back.
My breasts press against his chest, and he bends down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. My thighs shake from the constant attention he gives the sensitive nerves.
“You feel so fucking good, Jovie. Oh, fuck,” He moans, wrapping his arms around me to bring me close.
“I’ve been dreaming of this. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.
I’ve dreamed of being this close. I fucking need you.
” He captures my lips, kissing me within an inch of my life, sucking the air from my lungs until I’m left dizzy.
He lifts my right leg, wrapping it around his waist, and the heel of my foot presses against the firm curve of his butt.
His eyes meet mine, a silent question lingering in them while I have one hand gripping his shoulder, my other pressing against his chest. Santino reaches between us, his arm stretching between us.
That motion might be the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen.
Santino guides himself to my entrance, his crown pressing against me. He must sense how nervous I am because he pushes my hair out of my face, bends down, and kisses each check.
“I have you,” he whispers, coaxing me to relax. “I’m not going to hurt you, Jovie. I’m going to take care of you and I’m never going to let you go.” He reaches between my legs and pinches my clit.
“Santino!” I cry and he presses in—just a little.
He continues to the assault on the nerves, paying attention to them in ways I never have before. He tugs, plucks, pinches, and rolls. He’s trying to take my mind off the pain and his efforts are working.
He looks between us, inching in again, and this time, my nails drag down his chest. Red lines are left in the destructive way.
“I’m sorry.” I squeeze my eyes shut, doing my best to remain relaxed and calm, but it feels like he is splitting me open.
He kisses my forehead. “Don’t ever apologize. Look at me. Jovie. Let me see you.”
I open them and he must see the panic within my wide eyes.
“This. Us. Me and you, this moment, don’t ever apologize.
I’m here. I’m not in a hurry. I just love being the one you choose to be with.
You’re trusting me and that means something, Jovie.
To me, trust is everything. You can say you want to stop now and we will stop.
” His thumb brushes over my cheeks. “I only want to be with you. In any way. Do you understand?”
Shutting my eyes, I nod frantic and in pain. He must swoop down because his lips are on mine, the softness of his kiss relaxing me instantly.
He slows the touch on my clit, letting go some of the desperation we both were feeling moments ago. “Take a deep breath for me,” he gently demands, his tone so soft, it’s like silk draping over my body.
I do as he says, taking deep breaths as he continues to ease inside me.
“Good girl,” he groans, his mouth parting in pleasure.
“Fuck, Jovie. Oh, fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he seethes through tight teeth.
“So tight for me.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his entire body quaking to control himself.
Santino looks down, “Only a few more inches left, Sweet Girl.”
“More? There’s more?” I’m not sure if I can take anymore. For my first time, why did Santino have to be so big?
“Just a few more inches. You’re doing so good for me.” He cups my breasts, humming in pleasure.
He watches himself grab and cradle my heavy chest, toying with my hard, sensitive nipples with his fingers. He swoops down and sucks one into his mouth causing my back to arch and my arms to spread out, gripping the comforter.
“So sensitive. Good to know,” he smirks, sucking on the hard beads again. Santino pulls back, pinching the morsels with his teeth and I moan, my hips rocking for more.
It’s pure torture.
The pain. The pleasure. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to live through this.
“Jovie.” He presses his forehead against mine, his cock pressing against the only barrier left between us.
Pulling away just enough to look at me, he asks, “You’re okay?
You can still say stop. You can always say stop.
No matter what. No obligations. Don’t feel pressured or forced to say yes because we’ve come this far. I’ll stop and we can wait.”
I grab the back of his neck and yank him to me. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Not when it comes to you.” And I slam down on his cock, wanting the pain to be over.
“Fucking hell, Jovie!” Santino shouts, tossing his head back in pleasure.
My eyes water from the pain. It stings and the fullness is nearly too much. I don’t want to stop.
I have no regrets. This is exactly what I want.
He kisses my cheeks with light pressure, reminding me of the gentleness of butterfly wings. Santino trembles beneath my grasp and hides his face between my shoulder and neck.
“Jovie, are you okay? Why would you do that? I didn’t want it to hurt.” He mouths against my neck, the innocent gesture turning wicked and sinful when he sucks my flesh into his mouth. “I wanted to take care of you.”
I can feel him wanting to move and he doesn’t, allowing me the time necessary to get used to the intrusion. He’s a master of control because not once does he break or become rough with me or lose control because of good he feels.
He is still thinking of me. He’s always thinking of me.
“I wanted the pain to be over sooner rather than later.”
His lips travel again, migrating to the middle of my throat, then drags them up to my mouth. “How do you feel now?”
I whimper when he drags his tongue across my jaw, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. “Full. So full. You’re so big. I can’t believe you fit.”
“You were made for me, Jovie. Of course, I fit.” He worships my body while he waits for me to relax, dragging his wide hands up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to start.
“You’re mine now.” Santino tilts his head up, his dark hair hanging over his eyes, an intense, possessive glare burning bright in the raging depths of green.
His hand wraps around my throat, tighter than before and fire churns in my stomach. His free hand slips between us, his finger tracing my entrance where we are connected. He’s able to feel how wide he’s stretching me.
“And when I say you’re mine, I don’t only mean right now.
I mean always. Forever, Jovie. This pussy will only know my cock, my come, and my children.
If you ever change your mind and run from me—” He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, “—I will chase you. I will hunt you. I will bring you back to me. Understood, Sweet Girl?”
Warmth floods my chest, my heart racing, fueled by falling in love with Santino.
I do. I love him.
“I understand,” I concede on an exhale, my entire body relaxing at last.
“Oh, good fucking girl,” he growls. “I’m going to move. If it’s too much, tell me, you matter above all else.”
I nod again, losing patience. I want him to move. Please.
“Words, Jovie. Use them.”
“Yes! I’ll tell you. Please, move. I can’t wait any longer!”
“So impatient,” he croons, staying close to my face, his lips only inches away from mine.
In a slow drag, his cock pulls back, leaving only the crown inside.
Santino’s mouth falls open, his breath uneven and shaking on unsteady gasps. He pushes back in, still the same, careful pace. For a big bad mafia boss, he sure is very gentle when it comes to me. He couldn’t have made this experience any better.
He’s perfect.
This. It’s perfect.
“Oh god,” I moan, craning my head back against the mattress, giving him free access to my throat.
He takes advantage, focusing on my hot spots that he found earlier.
“You’re doing so fucking well, Jovie. I know it isn’t easy taking all of me, but you are.
You feel so good. I’ve never felt like this before.
I’m barely containing myself. God, you’re so damn beautiful,” he praises me, those hands skimming up my body, gripping me like he can’t get enough.
I hiss, the pain easing with every slow stroke until it finally disappears. I curl my hands around his back and drag them down, cupping his muscular ass.
“More,” I beg of him. “Please. More. Faster.”
He snarls in his throat, pinning my arms above my head so I can’t touch him, and thrusts his hips harder just like I asked.