“You live on the beach,” I murmur, leaning forward as he pulls in to the end of the driveway, where the ocean feels close enough to touch.
“Got a nice little slice of it just for me, too.” Whipping my head over to look at him, his eyes glow with affection. I’ve never been treated like this by a man before. It’s unfamiliar but welcoming. “Beach chairs are down there if you’d like to go have a seat, maybe splash in the waves.”
“Really?” It’s been a while since I’ve played in the water. Glancing down at my clothes, however, I’m not sure it’s an option. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
Vito grins and gets out of the truck before coming to open my door. “Don’t get mad, but my friend Bishop stopped at your place with your mom, and she packed up a bunch of your stuff, and he brought it here.”
The thoughtfulness of this man is next level. “Thank you.” He appears startled that I’m not angry.
“You’re not mad?”
I snicker at his skepticism as he leads me inside his house. Everything is so…bare. No pictures on the walls. No knick-knacks to make it a home. There’s a reclining sofa with a big screen TV and gaming console in the living room. The kitchen looks like it’s never been used, and as we get upstairs, there are two entirely empty bedrooms plus one more with a spare bed but no sheets or pillows.
“You live sparsely,” I comment as we enter his room, and the only hint of personality is a framed photo on the nightstand.
Of me.
“Still not mad?” he asks as I pick it up.
Tracing the photo, it’s not the typical quality from a phone. Which means he has a good camera. He took the time to get me at an angle that accentuates the curves of my hips and ass, my boobs look huge in the tight top, and as I bend over to smell a flower, I notice the rolls of my belly. Yet he waited for this exact moment to take an image he’d enjoy.
I should be creeped out. Mad wouldn’t be enough. But here I am, oddly…flattered.
“When did you take this?” The shirt and shorts I have on are ones I wear often, and there’s no background for me to identify. It doesn’t help that I’m constantly stopping to smell flowers. It’s a weakness of mine.
“About a month ago.” He comes up behind me, his heavy hands settling on my hips before moving around my stomach and digging the tips in. “I can’t tell you how attractive I find all your curves. The softness makes my mouth water and my dick a raging beast.”
Caught breathless, I set the picture down and immediately feel his steely length between my ass cheeks. My pulse pounds rapidly, making my ears ring. My knees feel weak because all I want to do is kneel for this man. To give him my total submission.
God! I had no idea this would be how I was with a man. Is it normal? I don’t know, and I don’t care because it feels so damn right.
Turning around slowly, our gazes clash, and when he lifts a hand to touch my face, I drop to my knees. Resting back on my feet, I move to feel him too, starting at his thighs, while maintaining his stare and watching as his brown eyes warp into a darker shade, filling with desire.
“What are you doing, sugar?” His gravelly tone makes my belly quiver. My eyes close as his hand drops to my head, brushing across the top before fisting the strands and roughly tugging my head back. “You cash checks you can’t pay for, Stella? Daddy is wired enough as it is.”
Licking my lips and taking in a deep breath, my eyes open as I whisper, “Me, too, Daddy.” How effortlessly I fall into his hold is mesmerizing.
“You want a taste, little girl?” My head bobs. I’ve been salivating for one since first setting sights on this virile man. “Take it out, then.”
This is my first time up close with a real cock, and my nerves reveal themselves while fumbling with his belt, then the buttons and zipper of his jeans. As he finally pops free, the snug fit of his briefs outlines the ridges and veins of his manhood, and suddenly, I grow nervous. I’m not sure if his size is normal or above average, but he’s ginormous, and I’m feeling antsy about my decision now.
“I’ve never seen one in real life.” With anyone else, my confession would feel foolish, but Vito doesn’t make me feel that way at all.
“Go slow.” He seems to like how innocent I am, how hesitant I am. “He won’t bite.” I flick my gaze up to his, his teeth sunk into his lower lip, and his eyes glazed over but still focused on my actions.
Gripping the band of his underwear and slowly peeling it down, the head of his cock pops free. Red, leaking, looking angry but delicious. My throat tingles for a taste, and because he doesn’t stop me, I lean forward and lick up the milky drop resting on the tip.
“Jesus.” That guttural sound gives me the confidence to do it again.
And again.
His hand clenches in my hair, and I can feel him holding back. Trying not to push me too much, but wanting more. “Vixen,” he hisses when my teeth scrape the plump head. “Take as much as you can.” Control back in place, his voice is restrained yet still domineering, and my body lights up and listens.
Sliding his pants and briefs down his body, I scoot closer and fist his erection in both hands. Feeling mischievous, I open my mouth just enough to fit him and scrape my teeth all the way down his steely length.
“Fucking brat. You looking for a spanking?”
Growing wetter between my legs, I lift my eyes to his. His stare sears me, and I nod and swallow while slowly pulling back, keeping our gazes locked the entire time.
