“Will you let your brat have that fat cock down her throat, Daddy?” she asks, a picture of innocence masking her rebellion. Holding eye contact, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock before sucking sensuously on the tip like a lollipop.
My breathing becomes uneven. I’m so turned on by seeing her on her knees for me, calling me Daddy—even if by doing so she’s defying the very thing we agreed on. I thread my hands through her hair and tug, pulling her off me.
She’s pushed me to the edge of madness.
“You can have Daddy’s cock on two conditions,” I rasp. “One. Daddy calls the shots. Two. This is the last time we cross this line. When we step back over the threshold of this moment, the original agreement stands.” She bites her lip and nods while she runs her nails up and down the back of my legs and over my ass.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fucking devil,” I groan as my resolve snaps and I give into my primal need to push my cock into her warm and inviting mouth.
She accepts me readily, groaning around my length as I push on the back of her head and set the rhythm for my thrusts.
“There you go, baby; take my cock like a good girl. Finally found a way to keep this sassy mouth occupied.”
I feel her smirk around me, but I don’t pause my movements, thrusting in and out with even, long strokes that allow her to swirl her tongue around my head before I thrust deeper, causing her to gag, and the feel of her throat constricting around my cock is almost too much.
“Fuck baby, I am right on the edge of coating your throat with my cum. Do you want that?”
She hums around my head in response, taking a breath as she applies pressure with the flat of her tongue just under the tip, sending tingles down my spine. My balls feel heavy, and like she can sense it, she cups them gently before pulling off my cockcompletely and licking them all over, then back up my shaft from root to tip. I decide in that moment, I want more. I need more. If this is going to be the last time I can have her at my mercy, I am going to do it right.
Without warning, I pull her off her knees and take her lips in a kiss that tastes of clean water with a hint of salt, and I push her up against the wall.
“I changed my mind,” I say as I find her clit, finding it swollen and ready for my touch. Her ragged breaths are the gasoline to my fire. “I don’t want to come down your throat,” I whisper as I bite and suck on her neck. “I want—no, I need—to fuck you senseless,” I say as I take all the arousal pooling at her center and slip my middle finger between her ass cheeks while my thumb still plays with her clit. “I want to fill you with my cum and then fuck it back into you,” I grit out as I gently push my finger past the tight ring of muscle.
“Rafff…” She gasps as she arches off the wall, bucking her hips. “God, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, you can, baby. You’re doing so well,” I say against her lips, and I feel her body tremble as I continue to stroke and pump my finger into her until she moans sweetly as she climaxes, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”
I ease my finger out of her ass, and she dives in to kiss me, ravenous and needy, like we are the only two people in the entire world and nothing outside this moment matters. I hoist her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I push her back onto the wall again and position myself at her entrance.
“You want my fat cock?”
“Yes, every single inch. I’ve never felt so full as I did last night.”
“Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, Raf. Give me your cock. Split me in half and make me never forget who owns me, even if I don’t get you for keeps.”
Light flits around the edges of my vision as I impale her on my rock-hard dick, bouncing her on it while she sucks and bites my neck. “Mine, mine, mine,” she chants. Tagging me like I’m her wild beast so that maybe one day she might find me again. I fucking love it. Her possessive side to match mine.
I squeeze her hips with the intent to leave bruises, so even if they fade in time, she might still be able to feel them on her skin, and I continue to piston until I’m throbbing inside her and spilling my cum so deep I hope it will stay there forever.
“Yours,” I whisper into her hair as we cling to each other before we put a lid on this glitch in the matrix.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Let’s Talk About The Giant Dick In The Room
Chiara
I’ve always believedthere’s a special place reserved in hell for me, but right now, with Raf’s big hands wrapped around my hips, I think I’ve found my heaven. Raf is everything I dreamed he would be and more. Demanding, in control, and an A+ dirty talker. Not to mention he has a body that looks carved from marble. Defined chest, strong arms, and a six-pack of abs that pave the way to his deep V and thick, long, magnificent cock. I want to burn the sight of him in all his naked glory on my retinas to remember every detail.
I know in this moment, even a lifetime of this wouldn’t be enough, except he made me promise this was the last time we gave into the chemistry between us. I say a silent apology, because my Daddy is perpetually screwed. I am about to make it my life’s mission to convince him that two times is not enough. I need to make him see that this is more than two people just mindlessly fucking; it’s a soul connection. The thought alone spurs me on, and I drive my feet into his rock-hard ass to findpurchase so I can meet him thrust for thrust, driving down as he drives up. Like two parts of one machine, one doesn’t work without the other. My big dick energy jokes aside, I know with complete and utter certainty Raf Princi is the stopgap to all the leaky, rotten parts of me. He’s just not ready to accept it, and regardless of what he says about it, I’mnot ready to stop trying to convince him. I haven’t felt this alive in fucking years. All this cements for me is that if I can’t have him, I don’t want anyone else—especially not someone I’ll be forced to marry. The truth is, Raf has a lot of love and devotion to give, if only I knew why he was so dead set on not letting anyone see the softness that lies in wait under all his hard edges, dark scowls, and over-analytical brain.
I wrap myself around him tighter, not wanting him to break our connection, fully aware that once we step out of this steamy cocoon where time has stood still and dreams came true, I’ll be assaulted with the stark reality of my life. I’m living in New York on borrowed time. Alessandro is out there somewhere—and if my intuition is correct,much closer than I think. My gut constricts at the thought that he may have had a part to play in last night’s events. No one has been able to confirm if they saw the gunman’s facial features. Add to that, Raf and AJ have a cat and mouse, love/hate relationship stalling my arranged marriage which is still very much in play, and Marco is lying in a hospital bed probably questioning his whole fucking existence thanks to me, and I break. I give into my emotions and just pray that Raf will stay in this moment of truth a little longer and catch my fall. Of course, like the fucking king of a man I know he is, he holds me tighter, cupping my ass tenderly as he uses his thumbs to softly stroke the divots just above it. I shudder at his gentleness and cry tears for all that has happened but also to mourn the loss of this raw, vulnerable version of him that I know will retreat as soon as we disconnect. I put my face into the crookof his neck, and he shushes me, stroking my back. I lift my head and let him see my tear-soaked face. Emotion gleams back at me from his dark eyes, more a warm chocolate color than the almost black I’m used to.
I slide down his body and go to rinse myself off, but he grabs my hand and turns me to face him again so only my back is being hit by the stream of water. Then he grabs the washcloth and soaks it, squeezing it over my front, before running it down my body and crouching before me to run up between my legs. He cups me, pushes his index and middle fingers into me one, two, three times. My legs quiver, and I feel feverish all over again, but I’m too overwhelmed to speak.
