How many more times can I pull her back from the brink before something terrible happens?
Lucy runs her tongue along my length, and my head falls back with a groan. She sucks on the tip and then takes me deeper in her mouth. She presses a kiss to the underside of my cock and then licks it. “You’ll have to help me. I’ve never done this before.”
“You’re doing amazing,” I breathe, gazing down at her, my hand lost in her curls. “So fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
Lucy parts her lips and pushes me into her mouth, sucking slowly up. Deeper still, and then slowly up again, her cheeks hollowing. She moves at a leisurely pace, and I’m totally enraptured.
“That’s perfect, my love,” I groan, cradling her head in my hands. “Just like that. Take your time with me.”
She starts to move faster, and heat and pleasure spiral through me. I want to let her control this, but when I feel myself hit the back of her throat, my self-control snaps.
I stand up and move forward so I can brace my hands on the wall, and Lucy eases herself back until she’s pressed against it. I plunge my hand into her hair and thrust with my hips.
“Look at me,” I command. She opens her eyes and gazes up at me, and the look she gives me sends pure desire flooding through me as I fuck her face. “You’re mine. All mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”
I can never stop wanting her. Loving her. Needing her. Her hands clench and caress my belly as my cock moves in and out of her mouth.
“That’s it, my love. Take all of me. You’re so good for me.”
I don’t want to come down her throat. I want to see myself coating her tongue before she swallows me down.
I take myself in my hand, fisting my length furiously. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
Panting, she opens her reddened mouth and shows me her tongue. I jerk my cock in my hand several times, and then come with an animalistic growl, hot spurts of cum spilling into her mouth.
“Swallow it. Every drop. That’s my good girl.”
Lucy’s eyes lock with mine as she closes her mouth and swallows, her throat working. When she opens her mouth again to show me it’s empty, I groan at the sight.
I should hear it. The sound of a car pulling up outside. The garage door opening. Footsteps.
But I’m too lost in Lucy. Too caught up in the taste of her, the feel of her, the desperate need to claim her after nearly losing her tonight.
We should stop. We’re not in my bedroom. We’re in the downstairs bathroom where anyone could walk in.
But I can’t stop. Not when she’s looking at me like that.
The bathroom door flies open.
“Damiano, there’s blood out here. Francesco called me and said—”
Dad freezes in the doorway. Mom is right behind him, her hand flying to her mouth.
Time stops.
I’m standing over Lucy, my cock still in my hand, cum on her lips. She’s on her knees before me, her dress stained with Antonio’s blood, her eyes wide with horror.
There’s no explanation. No excuse. No way to pretend this is anything other than what it is.
Mom takes a deep breath and screams. A bloodcurdling, hair-raising scream that echoes in the small, tiled bathroom and spears through my skull.
I’ve witnessed Dad calmly smoke cigars as men have been tortured in front of him, their bones broken and bodies mutilated. Now, the color drains from his face until hiscomplexion turns gray, and his mouth sags open. He tries to speak, but his voice is hoarse. The bottom falls out of my stomach as he screws his eyes up, curls into himself with a fist pressed over his chest, and groans in pain.
Lucy shoots to her feet with a cry of alarm. “Dad, are you all right? What’s wrong?”
I shove myself back into my pants, zip up, and grasp Dad’s arm. “Dad? Can you hear me?”
Mom pushes me and Lucy out of her way. “Carlucci? Darling, what’s wrong? You two, get back. Give him some air.”
