I opened my mouth, inviting him in, and he slid inside. I moaned, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head as his breaths grew labored. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I clenched the covers, looking for a stronghold as he fucked me.
He slid in and out in measured strokes as I swirled my tongue around his smooth skin. His cock was doused with my saliva as he moved, increasing the pleasure for us both.
His fingers clenched my hair as he controlled my head, moving me in tandem with his firm strokes. Eventually, his cock reached the back of my throat, and I opened wider, wanting to please him.
“Relax your throat, sweetheart,” he said, gently pushing. “It won’t hurt if you let me in.”
I opened fully, allowing him to ease past the ring in my throat; reminding myself to remain calm so I could breathe when he pulled back.
“Fuck, stella,” he rasped, drawing back before gliding back inside. “Your mouth will be the death of me.”
He fucked me deep, his eyes glued to mine as he claimed me. Then, before I could catch my breath, he pulled from my mouth and gripped my hips.
“Michael!” I yelped as he flipped me over.
He pulled my hips high, balancing me on my knees before placing a palm on each bottom cheek. Pulling me open, he stared lovingly at my core as I gazed over my shoulder.
Touching two fingers to my wet opening, he gathered my honey and slid it to my puckered little hole. Circling the tight ring, he stared deep into my soul.
“Have you ever been fucked here?”
I shook my head, unable to speak since my body was a mass of frayed nerves.
“One day, I’ll show you how good it feels.” He pressed the tip of his cock to my slick opening. “For now, I’m going to claim this pretty pussy again.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring me as he thrust forward in one swift movement.
I groaned, tilting my head back as I sucked him inside, squeezing his thick cock with my inner muscles.
“Jesus, you’re milking me,” he gritted, his hips jutting against my ass as he hammered my wet core.
I lowered my forehead to the bed, changing the angle so he had better access. Clutching the comforter, I opened fully to him, allowing him to take what he needed; to takeeverything.
Indiscernible words left his lips as he fucked me, along with ones I understood likestella,miaandBianca. The sounds of our loving echoed in the quiet room, and I closed my eyes, reveling in how full I was. How much I belonged to him after such a short time. In some strange way, it felt like I’d belonged to himforever.
“Fuck...” he gritted, his movements frenzied. “Take my come, baby. I can’t...stop it...ahhh...”
He exploded inside me, and I felt the thick pulses of his release as his cock pulsed deep. His essence coated every crevice of my deepest place as he collapsed over me, spooning me as he emptied himself.
Our legs tangled in a heated mass as his sweat-soaked chest rested against my back. His nose nuzzled my neck as his muscles relaxed, joining me in sated bliss.
“How is it like this?” I asked, shaking my head on the comforter. “It’s been over twenty years, but I feel like I...knowyou. How?”
“I told you that night on the beach, stella,” he murmured, his words vibrating against my neck. “It happens rarely, but when it does, it’s undeniable.”
“I stopped believing in soul mates and happy endings a long time ago,” I said, my voice tinged with sadness.
Michael slid his hand up the bed, covering mine from behind and lacing our fingers. “I never stopped believing inyou.” Hislips trailed soft kisses across my neck as I shivered from his words.
A smile formed on my lips as he softened against me. Slow breaths turned to soft snores, and I chuckled. My husband loved to sleep after sex, as evidenced by our first experiences. Burrowing into his body, I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to join him.
Chapter 20
Michael
The next few days moved quickly as I worked to ensure all of my clubs had heightened security and my men understood the gravity of what lay before us. On Friday, I texted the number labeled in my phone as “BC” which stood for “bad cop.” It was a running inside joke I had with Leo Stabler, an FBI agent who was deeply infiltrated in the mob. It was widely known that he’d worked with Victor Rossi, but what many didn’t know was that he also informed to me.
MC: Meet me on the beach at Fort Tilden in an hour.
