“Why don’t you be good to me and see what you can do with this?”Lifting my hips, I grind my aching cock against her.She sucks in a breath, her eyes narrowing with need.
“What do you want me to do with it?”she asks.Fuck me, she is such a little tease.She knows I love it too.Hearing what comes out of that pretty mouth, knowing I coaxed out the wicked side of her.
She wraps her hand around me, taking control of my world while her thumb runs around my ridge.“Do you want me to put this in my pussy?Is that what you want, Alessandro?”
I love the way she says my name almost as much as I love the way she touches me.“Yes,” I groan, precum oozing from my tip the longer she strokes me.
“You want me to ride it?Do you want me to ride it until I come?”
“Fuck, yeah.I want to watch you ride me,” I whisper, fondling her tits until she squirms and moans.
“I think I can do that.”She raises herself over me, and I watch, transfixed by the sight of my cock disappearing inch by inch into her tight, wet pussy until I’m buried deep.Fuck, am I glad she went on the pill so I can feel her wet silk clench around me with nothing between us.
There are times I still can’t believe this is my life.
This woman ismine.
Living perfection moving on top of me.
And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to touch every inch of her body while she moves up and down, giving and taking pleasure.She gives herself over to it so completely, freely, not holding anything back.I didn’t know women like this existed.
And I’m glad I didn’t before meeting her.It means appreciating her the way she deserves.“Make yourself feel good,” I urge, taking her by the hips, bringing her down hard against me.She wiggles her hips, grinding her clit against my base.The sight of bliss washing over her face is hypnotic.
“Oh, I love it,” she whispers, eyes closing, mouth open so she can take short, quick breaths.“I love it when you’re inside me.”
“There’s nowhere I would rather be.”
Her hands slide over my chest, nails scraping my skin before she cups her tits, squeezing, flicking her nipples with her thumbs.She’s my personal living, breathing porn show.“So fucking hot,” I whisper, urging her on while my fingers dig into her flesh.
“You like it when I do that?”Her head rolls from side to side, her hair swinging.If I thought she was only doing it for me, it would be one thing, but no, she’s losing herself, going with what her body demands.
I know what it demands when her muscles start tightening, and her breathless pants turn to high-pitched gasps.“Alessandro… oh God, Alessandro…”
I lift my hips to meet her downward strokes, losing myself a little at a time.Faster, faster, until the bed creaks, her tits bounce, and the tingling at the base of my spine explodes through my body, sending lightning bolts of pure sensation from head to toe.
Her back arches, a silent cry lodged in her throat before the tension breaks and her pussy begins to milk me greedily.I go with it, filling her, until our juices drip between us.There is nothing like this.Nothing like her.Us.This perfect moment belongs only to us.
When it’s over, she falls forward across my chest, her body heaving with every breath.“I love you,” she moans.
“Don’t ever stop doing that,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.“Because I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”
* * *
Christmas with the Santoros.What a way to close out one of the most unpredictable years of my life.
“Please, have a drink with us.”Rocco waves me into his study before the family’s traditional Christmas dinner.Like the rest of the house, the room is decked out, complete with garland and wreaths on the windows and a ten-foot tree in one corner.
It’s almost too perfect.A year ago, it would have pissed me off.Now I’m admiring it while wearing an obnoxious reindeer sweater that Giulia bullied me into after she bought it during a shopping trip with her friends.
“I have to say…” Dante muses as he pours drinks, “… after the big events we’ve held here this year, it’s nice to have a quiet Christmas.”
What’s quiet for them is anything but for me.All of this family togetherness is still foreign, especially because they’re the family in question.
But I’m not a complete piece of shit.They didn’t have to take me in, didn’t have to make sure I got everything I needed so I could recover.“I can’t remember the last time I celebrated Christmas,” I admit.“This is nice.Thank you for letting me be part of it.”
“Sophia told me holidays were never very important in your family, growing up,” Dante murmurs as he hands me a whiskey on the rocks.“Hopefully, we can make up for it.”
“That’s a nice segue into what I wished to discuss.”Turning away from the tree, Rocco touches his glass to mine.“It was different when the girls came to live here.My sons already had homes built for them on the grounds.”
