“Patience.”
I pull him closer to kiss his mouth, and he lets me, though he hesitates at first. When our lips meet, I feel his mouth open for me, his tongue teasing mine as his cock slides another inch into me, making me moan into his mouth.
He breaks the kiss and buries his face in my neck. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take my cock. Come on, let me in.”
And I do. I wrap my limbs tighter around him, press my cheek to his hair and give a shuddering gasp as I feel him fill me completely, sliding in to the hilt, my belly full of him.
He was right. This is where he belongs.
He gives a quiet hum of pleasure and his hips begin to move, thrusting gently, a little faster as my ass loosens up for him. I’ve thought about this moment so often, but the reality of it is so much moreintimatethan any fantasies I had. He picks up the pace, moving up on his arms so he can kiss me again, his tongue tangling with mine, driving into my mouth, and then he lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“How does it feel?” he asks. “Having me deep inside you?”
“It feels…”
He bites at my lower lip. “Yes?”
“It feelsright.” He’s so thick inside me, stretching me to the limit, but somehow he thrusts in deeper, making me cry out at the sudden drag over my sensitive knot of nerves.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,tesoro mio. Flatter my ego.”
I laugh, a little dazed, but it makes him chuckle, too. “I’m yours,” I repeat. “Always yours, Alessandro.”
He kisses me again, softly, barely touching my mouth. “Yes. Mine. And you won’t ever forget it.” Then he pulls back, and I gasp as he begins to fuck me again, slow and deep, only picking up the pace when I rock my hips up into him, demanding more. We’ve given up on kissing by the time he’s pounding into me, his balls slapping against my ass, driving me higher up the bed with the force of his fucking. I arch, press my hands into the headboard, and push back, urging him on. I’m not even concerned about my own cock, dripping pre-cum as he fucks me, I’m so intent on watching his face. He looks wild and beautiful, the sweat beading on his forehead, gathering into the furrows as he frowns, his expression almost pained.
“Fill me up,” I pant out. “Please, Alessandro. I want to feel it.”
I watch his face closely as he comes, long and hard, his breath coming fast as he stills deep inside me, and then my eyes slide to the bunching muscles of his shoulders and arms, to the bull on his chest straining up along with him as he arches his back. When he finally relaxes, breathing hard, I shiver, my whole body tingling with pleasure. He tries to roll off me, but I go with him, his cock still inside me, and straddle his thighs.
“Stay in me,” I whisper. “Just a little longer.” He reaches out for my hips on instinct, helps me balance as I lean back, one hand splayed out on the bed, the other on my cock.
He’s still panting hard when he says, “Yes, go on. Let me watch you. Make a mess on me.”
I give a little moan of delight when I feel his dick twitch inside me, still hard, my hand working fast. My ass tightens hard around him as I hit my peak, making him choke out a laughing curse as I spurt, shooting over his stomach and chest. I ride out the last few waves of pleasure, my head lolled back, eyes closed tightly, and when I collapse forward onto his chest, he wraps his arms around me.
“I still don’t understand,” Alessandro murmurs into my hair.
“Understand what?” I’m still breathless, still feeling the aftershocks running through me.
“Why me,topolino?”
“Why you?”
“Why this…obsession with me? There are many more attractive men in Los Angeles—many in the Families here. So why me, of all people?”
That’s a hard question to answer, and I think it over while I catch my breath. “Partly because of this guy I knew when I was a kid,” I say at last, and then I find myself spilling out the whole story of Marty Gargiulo, and how I’d felt having someone standing up for me. How I’d followed his career, such as it was—
“Martino Gargiulo, yes,” Alessandro exclaims. “An Esposito soldier, wasn’t he? The son of one of their most formidableCaporegimes.”
My heart contracts painfully. “You knew Marty?”
“By reputation. There was a lot of talk about him. Not just a good soldier, but a clever one. But he…”
Alessandro trails off, and I finish for him. “He died. I know.”
