Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Oh God. Please. More.”
Those pleas couldn’t have come from me. I don’t beg during sex. Well, I do. But since they’re usually about hoping I’ll come before my bed companion, I’ve never vocalized them.
“Who, dolcezza? Who is fucking you?”
I mutter about his arrogance before giving in as if I don’t have a single brain cell. “You. You’re fucking me.”
“Yes.” His cock pulsates inside me, making me even more daft. “Me. I’m fucking you. Finally.”
He grips my ass so firmly as he pumps into me over and over that I’m certain he’ll leave a mark, but I’m too horny to care. This is the best sex I’ve ever had, and even exhausted, I’m not eager for it to end.
“This is better than anything I imagined, dolcezza. So. Much. Better.” He enunciates his last three words with brutal jerks of his hips.
The thickening of his cock when I squeeze him with my vaginal walls, and the knowledge he’s imagined this as often as I have, sets me off for the second time tonight.
I come with a roar, my orgasm crashing through me with a ferocity I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, dolcezza,” Giovanni grunts as the spasms of my pussy cause him to lose control.
He fucks me viciously and possessively. He takes all the control, and I give it to him. It’s such a wild, bestial display that I fail to realize we didn’t use protection until it’s too late.
8
GIOVANNI
The alleyway buzzes with the aftershocks of what just occurred. I’ve never felt more alive and so fucking out of control. The pounding in my chest subsides with the fading throbs of my penis. I anchor Valentina with my hands on her hips as she descends from the bliss of her second orgasm.
She’s breathless and her hair is a wild mess, but I pay attention to her kiss-swollen lips the most. They’re plumper now. Ruddier. They’re exactly what I envisioned while contemplating how divine she’d look while I finished down her throat.
And then the truth finds me like a wayward missile.
I didn’t use a condom.
For a split second, I freeze. I’ve never gone without protection, not even when my latest hookup assured me she was on contraception. I’ve even gone as far as watching women swallow the morning-after pill before asking a member of my family’s extensive staff to drive them home.
The realization I forgot something I’m usually so stringent about should engulf me with panic. It doesn’t. Instead, a slow, satisfied smile touches my lips. This is precisely what I’m looking for, isn’t it? Not the recklessness, but the possibility.
This is my chance to tie Valentina to me in a way a slammed door or a vicious tongue can’t undo.
My father’s dying wish is for me to settle down and secure the Caruso legacy with a wife and child. Who better to help me grant that wish than Valentina?
The plan was to wine and dine her before casually easing her into the possibility of being Valeria’s replacement, but sparks this hot don’t wait for permission. They burn their own path.
Still, I expect Valentina to panic. Most women require an in-depth screening for STIs before ditching protection. Instead of being filled with trepidation, Valentina leans against the brick wall and catches her breath.
Her cheeks are flushed and her mouth is ajar, but her eye contact is steady.
She doesn’t appear the slightest bit worried.
I clear my throat before striving to sound casual. “I, uh… didn’t use anything. Are you on birth control?”
She makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. “It’s fine. I had a… procedure not that long ago, so I’m safe… for now.”
A procedure? My mind races, suddenly worried that she means something permanent. My father’s plan might unravel before it’s even begun.
“Permanent?” I ask, my jaw twitching.
Dark locks slap Valentina’s cheeks when she shakes her head. “No. Just for the month. I had to do it for… medical reasons. We’ll have to be careful next time.”
Relief floods me so fast that I almost laugh. A month is manageable. I can wait a month to knock her up with my child. Don’t ask me to pledge the same when it comes to tasting her again, though. That isn’t a promise I can make. It’s killing me now watching the high rise of her skirt slowly covering the visual of her swollen pussy lips that are glistening with the residue of both our climaxes.
I sweep a lock of hair from her face before tracing the tiny capillaries in her cheek. She looks exhausted, and it expands both my chest and my cock to an unmanageable size.
I’m on the cusp of taking her again, in this dirty fucking alleyway, when cutlery on dishware reminds me of our location. Emilio, one of my father’s eldest friends, may never forgive me if I wipe out his entire clientele. Just the thought of anyone hearing Valentina’s moans of ecstasy have me wanting to do precisely that, so it’s best that we take this elsewhere.