“We’ll see,” I say, chuckling before I lick her tight back hole for the first time. So tense. So innocent. Much as I enjoy her innocence, I get a kick out of soiling her, too. With two fingers inside her pussy, I tease her clit with my thumb, pressing down and circling it just so until she loosens enough on top of me to allow my tongue to probe her ass. I’m rewarded with a sultry, helpless-sounding moan before long. Yeah, she likes it. She’ll either fucking love everything I do with her or we won’t do it. It’s as simple as that.
These past few nights haven’t just been new to her. It’s new to me, too. I never used whores but none of the women I’ve been with ever made me wait for anything I wanted from them. If I wanted a woman to suck my cock, she sucked it. If I wanted to fuck her ass…
But, with Caterina, I must be patient. I must earn each moan. Every new experience she shares with me, every single step further we take is like a precious secret being revealed. Perhaps there’s a bit of a masochist hiding under my sadism because I’ll fully admit the waiting can be a fucking turn-on.
“You’ve got your ownpartsto explore,” I remind her, biting her fleshy bottom and swatting it hard enough to sting. That prompts another moan as she lifts her cheek from my thigh and tentatively resumes kissing the tip of my cock. Her hesitance to take me into her mouth is admittedly frustrating but, again, patience is the name of this game. If stroking me is all she’s comfortable with, so be it.
Of all the torture I’ve endured, waiting for the day Caterina decides she wants to suck my cock or will finally let me claim her is the sweetest variety. I’m not complaining. Eating her ass, I finger her to an orgasm, loving how wet she gets for me. I love how boneless she goes afterwards, too.
Once Caterina collapses in a heap on top of me with a final breathy cry, her small hand keeps stroking me and her delightful lips keep giving me the softest little pecks. It’s maddeningly sweet but a man can only stand so much. “I want to come.” Fucking hell, that beautiful smile when I tell her that, you’d think I just wrote her a sonnet.
“Can you… on me again?” she whispers, blushing furiously as she rolls off of me.
I nod and rise to my knees as she scoots into position. I’m surprised she doesn’t mind this. She calls herself a nasty girl for liking it when she’s anything but based on my experience. But she likes stroking my cock under my tutelage until I come on her. Until two mornings ago, I’d not come from a hand job since I was fourteen years old but Caterina’s a quick learner and staring into her eyes as she bites her bottom lip and focuses on my pleasure is a goddamn rush without a doubt.
Unlike the previous times we’ve done this, Caterina is gaining confidence and she grips me more the way I want it without instruction. Soon, the lust is pumping through my veins, growing unbearable as my balls tighten in anticipation. Who would believe I could enjoy such gentle versions of foreplay when I’ve always leaned toward the rougher stuff? Nevertheless, I long to sink my cock deep inside her and really let loose. Another day, a bit more patience.
“I’m going to come,” I growl in warning and she nods happily as if I’ve just told her I’m buying her a closet full of designer clothes. Whether it’s intentional or not, her pink lips part when I grunt her name and, fuck, if that doesn’t have me erupting like a volcano all over her olive-toned stomach and luscious tits.
Catching my breath, I feel that momentary sense of euphoria, helplessness and contentment after a man climaxes, a strange juxtaposition that I never liked half so well until I married her. Losing control with a woman, I was taught young it wasdangerous, warned often that women weren't to be trusted. But when it comes to Caterina, I can't resist letting go. Which is dangerous in more than one way.
When I open my eyes again, Caterina is staring curiously at the cum on her nipples. “I can clean you up.”
She shakes her head, giving me an adorably mischievous grin. “I’ve got it.” Then, she shocks me for a change by gathering it up with her fingers and popping the digits into her mouth to suck.
My cock twitches anew, the bastard is always up for more of her, and I rock forward until I’m forced to catch myself with my fists. She knocks the breath right out of me and doesn’t even realize it. “My very nasty girl,” I say, only half joking this time.
She giggles and reaches up to kiss me… then dodges away from my lips at the last second when I try to oblige her. Right. I just ate her ass, and she’s no porn star. She’ll probably make me use mouthwash before she’ll accept another kiss on the mouth.
Laughing, I lay down beside her, stroking her side. “When will you be ready for the rest?” I ask, unable to stop myself. No matter how much I’m enjoying the exploring, I want her so much I feel like my dick’s going to combust soon.
“Not long,” she murmurs, all shy and uncertain. Fuck me, this girl. Only Caterina could make me regret asking a question most men I know would never bother asking in the first place.
I bite back a groan of impatience as a knock at the bedroom door prevents me from saying anything further. Making sure she’s covered, I answer to find Armando there. “Sorry to interrupt,” he snorts, seeing I’m naked.
I scowl at him. “No, you’re not.”
He grins unrepentantly. “I got a call from Beso. He’s bitching about those MCs hanging around Chosen again and how much protection he’s paying.”
I curse under my breath. The local motorcycle club causes enough trouble, but Beso runs our most successful nightclub,and he’s getting a big head because of it.Big head full of perfect teeth with a flashy suit for every night of the week.All the VIPs hit Chosen when they visit Vegas, celebrities who like to walk on the wild side and the spoiled brats of politicians. With all the drugs we sell there, it’s good business for us, but our protection rates are not negotiable.
I can’t simply ignore this and, while being my father’s Enforcer meant I was never bored, being his future Capo means even more work. “Five minutes,” I say before closing the door in Armando’s face.
I head toward the bathroom but, before I make it there, I glance at the bed, preparing to make an excuse to my wife. I’ve never made excuses to any woman for anything. Those beautiful brown eyes stare back at me, peeping above the blanket and full of worry. “Time to go already?” she asks, a tightness in her tone.
Fucking Beso and his bullshit. I nod… and then shout toward the door, “Make that fifteen minutes, Armando!” before I yank Caterina out of the bed and carry my laughing bride toward the shower.
22
Alessio
Beso and his petty complaints had just been handled this morning when my father had called with more bad news. A drug shipment had been intercepted by the same MCs the club owner was bitching about. They were getting too bold, like the Bratva, so we reminded them of the pecking order in Vegas. Much like the beating I gave Rocco over my wedding day security fiasco before he slunk off back to Reno, it’s a lesson the motorcycle club won’t soon forget.
It’s been a bloody, fucked-up day, and all I want to do is go home and take another shower. With her. Her soft skin and softer moans this morning… fuck, it was perfection even before she got me off with her hand again.
But Caterina calls me unexpectedly. She’s never called me before and she begs so prettily. No doubt that’s why I let her have her way. “You want to come to Chosen tonight?” I repeat. Did I even mention where I was going when we were in the shower earlier? I don’t recall much conversation.
“Yes. With you, Alessio. We’re married, but we’ve never even been on a date. I’ve never been on a date at all.”
