“Yes, Gage. That feels so fucking good.”
Gage.I’ve definitely got a bone to pick with her over that. I googled it, discovering he was the older man who propositioned Woody Harrelson’s character inIndecent Proposal. His ending will not be mine, and she’s going to lose the name or end up over my knee.
“Watch your mouth, kitten,” I rasp, exploring her body with my hands as we fuck. “And quit calling me that old man name.”
“If the shoe fits,” she rasps, smiling before she groans loudly when my cock surges forward as I push in deep.
The moans coming out of her mouth as I sweep my palms acrossher flat stomach and up along her rib cage almost have me coming on the spot. A line of sweat rolls down my back, and my heart is working overtime, but it’s the best workout, and I’m down for changing my daily routine.
She shivers when my palms land on her tits, grinding down on me when I play with her nipples, tweaking and pulling them between my thumbs and forefingers. Shoving my face in her chest, I pound up inside her as I kiss and suck her breasts, grazing my teeth along her nipples and lightly tugging. Her pussy clenches around me hard, and I have to stop thrusting for a few seconds to slow this down.
When I’m back in control, I suck on the hickey on her chest, ensuring my mark doesn’t fade.
“Fiero,” she says in a breathy tone that sends shivers coasting all over my body. “I’m close.”
“Not without me, baby.” Circling my arms around her back, I reach up and wrap my hand around her hair, tipping her head back and exposing her neck to me. I lavish kisses all over the elegant column of her neck before releasing her hair so I can kiss her plump lips. Kissing has never been something I’ve indulged in much, but I’m fucking addicted to kissing Valentina. I could do it for hours, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Her inner walls grip my dick, and I know she’s almost there. Breaking our kiss, I stare into her eyes as I thrust up. “I’m taking over.” Grabbing her hips, I slam her up and down on my cock in sync with my thrusts. “Eyes on me, honey.” Our gazes lock, and I’m mesmerized by the look in her eyes as I fuck up into her over and over. Nothing feels as good as her bare cunt gripping my dick as I pump in and out. “Ready, kitten?”
“Yes. God, yes,” she moans, still keeping eye contact.
“Good girl.” I rub her clit with two fingers, moving them fast when I feel my balls lock up and a familiar tingle at the base of my spine. “I love you.” I press down on her bundle of nerves, and when her thighs start to tremble and her body shakes, I pinch her clit hard as I simultaneously drive up inside her deep and explode.
Valentina screams, falling apart on my dick as I empty inside her. Our sweat-slickened skin is stuck to one another, and my heart is racing in my chest, the same way the vein in her neck is pulsing and throbbing.
“I think you fucked me into a coma.” She drops her head to my shoulder and drapes her arms around me.
“You wouldn’t be talking if you were in a coma, kitten.” I rest my chin on her head and hold her close against me.
“A semi-coma then,” she murmurs in a sleepy tone.
“Not sure such a thing exists.”
“Oh, shut up. You fucked me good.”
“I know I did, baby.” I hug her closer. “The day I stop fucking you good is the day I die.”
“So sleepy.” Her warm breath kisses the side of my neck, and my deflating dick jerks a little. “No, no, no. No more.”
A chuckle teases my lips. “Have a nap. There’s a little time before we have to leave.”
“Mmkay.”
Reluctantly, I lift her off me and lie her down on top of the bed. She’s out for the count the second her head hits the pillow. Grabbing a wet cloth and a hand towel from the bathroom, I clean her up before tucking her under the covers. She looks so gorgeous, all sexed up and messy, and I can’t resist snapping a pic on my phone.
After grabbing a quick shower and pulling on a pair of shorts, I head into my office to attend to a few things, keeping an eye on the time. I have a text from one of my men in Miami, so he’s my first call.
“Boss, I’ve got something,” he supplies the second he picks up.
“I’m listening.” Leaning back in my chair, I give him my full attention.
“I followed Cesco Ferraro late last night to a warehouse twenty miles outside of Miami. I couldn’t get any closer without being spotted, but he met someone there. They pulled up in a blacked-out SUV and drove straight into the building, so I couldn’t see who it was, but I got a pic of the plates.”
“Send it to me along with the coordinates of the warehouse, and I’ll do some digging.”
“Okay. I assume you want me to keep tailing him.”
“Absolutely. Just ensure you’re not made.”
