I looked at the black lace hanging around her ankles. “Look at you, taking off your panties in public, on a plane, for a man to eat your pussy. You’re a dirty girl.”
Her cheeks turned crimson. “You…told—”
I dove into her folds, silencing her words, replacing them with moans. I moved my tongue in slow circles first, and then it fluttered against her clit as I watched. Something wild took over her face, and the fire I’d grown to love so much smoldered in her eyes.
I fucked her with my fingers, too. “How does that feel,little missy?” I used this pet name he used to call her this time. Let’s see what she liked more.
She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth. I was tempted to bite it like she did, but I focused entirely on her pleasure. “It feels…so good,” she panted.
“See what my touch does to you? You were made for me, Bianca.” I quoted my brother. He loved to say shit like that.
I, at this moment, when her juices were pouring in my mouth and around my fingers, loved it, too. And I meant every word. Maybe she was his for a while, but only so she could be mine in the end.
She wasn’t born to be Cosimo’s. She wasn’t made for him. Bianca was made forme.
Her fingers plunged in my hair, pulling me more into her. “Ye-s.”
Fuck, did she say yes? Was it for me or for him? Pre-cum leaked from my cock. She mumbled some incoherent words, and I teased her opening carefully, maintaining the pressure on her clit. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet. I want to be inside of you so bad.” I stopped.
“Oh no, why did you stop? Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Say that you need me.” Me Enzio, not a ghost I looked like.
“I need you. I need you so much. Please.” She didn’t say his name.
With a groan, I rested her ankle on my shoulder. Exhaling all the air in my lungs, I took in her little, pretty pussy and slurped her glistening juices. Then I fucked her with my tongue, my thumb gaining back its rhythm on her clit.
She tasted so fucking good. My balls swore at me, aching for a release, and I needed to fill her with my fucking cock.
Her pussy clenched, and her whole body tensed up. “I’m…” She didn’t finish as her back arched, her fingers pulled at my hair, her screams filled the plane, and gushes of her orgasm filled my mouth.
I looked at the fucking face she made as she came, and I lost it. Heat ripped across my skin. My heart thundered in my chest. I had to be inside her. Now.
Taking off my pants, I got up. Then with one arm, I lifted her off her seat and plopped us both down on mine.
She yelped, and I spanked her, pushing her down on my cock, forcing her to take it all.
Her face looked as if it was going to explode. “God…you’re so strong…and so big.”
With a firm grip on her shoulder, I kept pushing her down on me as I rocked my hips, thrusting deep into her wet pussy. Then I moved my hand, alternating between squeezing her ass and her tit. Her thighs vibrated as she bounced willingly on top of me, riding me hard, her lips parting with gasps and moans.
Little missy likes my cock.
I filled her sweet pussy with my hot, thick, sticky cum.
Chapter35
Bianca
“Meno male. Grazie a Dio.” Marta flung her arms around her son, her eyes red with tears.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. We’re fine,” he said.
My lips pursed. “Except for Alfio…and half of the men.”
She stared at me like I was the one who killed them. Then she coughed, patting her chest. “May they rest in peace.”
The wives and cousins gathered around her as Enzio held her arm gently. “You all right, Mamma? Are you sick?”
