He climbs on to the bed and reaches for me lowering his head to me so we can kiss. All this time, and all the things we’ve done so far, we’ve never kissed.
He pauses and searches my eyes. We stare at each other for a few moments and its’ like this could be earlier when I was in the crystal ball watching him.
He reaches for my face and guides me to his lips. When my lips touch his passion is all I feel rippling through me.
We kiss and I smooth my hands up the hard wall of his chest. He holds my face and deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth ruthlessly. When his tongue tangles with mine, and I forget everything. I forget it all, everything bad that’s happened to steal my life away.
I don’t know this man, but somehow, I know he genuinely wants me. The knowledge feels like truth and I allow emotion in.
My fingers run through his hair and he holds me even closer. I moan into his mouth and he pushes his cock into my belly. That’s when things change and he pulls away, grabbing me with rough hands.
“Get on your hands and knees. Now,” he demands and as he moves, I notice the bead of precum seeping out of his cock.
I do as he says, settling down on to my hands and knees. He gets behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at him. He grabs my hip with one hand the with the other he takes his cock and lines it up with the entrance of my pussy.
I snap my gaze around when he runs the head of his cock over my pussy lips. The pleasure of just that makes me moan. He pushes into my entrance and when he slams in hard, I cry out and grab on to the sheets.
There is nothing slow about him as he starts to move inside me. He said he wanted a hard fuck and that’s what he’s giving me. Christian grabs my hips, drives into me and fucks me fast and hard until stars speckle my vision.
I come within moments. I wasn’t far away from orgasm as it was from the pleasure he previously gave me, but when as I came, I found myself allowing my inner desire to unleash. Everything I bottled up for the last four years came out in waves and the more I cry out in pleasure, the more he gives me.
“I’m going to fuck you harder doll,” he promises and true to his word he does exactly what he says he’ll do.
Oh. My. God…I feel amazing, unreal, ravished, consumed, claimed.
Our bodies slap together and the sound of us makes me come again.
Fuck, my head feels light and I can’t catch my breath, my breasts bounce against my chest and wild erotic need spirals through my being along with liquid fire.
He growls and when his cock pulses inside me I know he’s at the height of pleasure too. Seconds later hot cum blasts into me, filling me up. It warms my whole body and I savor it. Savor the feel of his cock moving against my walls as they wrap around his length and I savor the feel of him inside me.
He holds me in place while our breathing calms and as reality trickles back into my mind I remember. I remember my situation and I realize what I just did. It doesn’t matter how real just now felt, or that I enjoyed it, or even that I feel Christian Giordano gave me something I needed. I allowed this man to fuck me for ten grand. I actually did it. I’ve been paid to have sex with him, and I did it.
He pulls out of me and I wonder what now? I’m so ashamed of myself I can’t move. I can’t face him and have him look at me like I’m nothing. Something to fuck and toss aside when he’s done.
He’s had his fun with me, and this is it.
Christian gets off the bed and I settle down on to my elbows. When he goes into the Ensuite bathroom I try to gather my strength and get off the bed, but he returns with tissues and starts cleaning me off, shocking me.
“Meet me by the bar tomorrow after your performance,” he says, and my eyes widen.
“What?” I ask.
“I want you again. I don’t have time tonight. Duty calls. You will meet me by the bar tomorrow night. Go to Louise first for instructions on what I want. You understand?”
“Yes. You want to see me again?” I ask biting the inside of my lip and he gives me a curious stare.
“Clearly… now get dressed and go home. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
I slide off the bed, doing what he says. His eyes follow me right through the door and I swear, even though it’s impossible, I can feel his eyes on me as I travel home. The effect of him lingering in my body.
As I walk into my little apartment, I think.
I sit on the edge of my bed and I think.
Tonight, was intense. I never expected it.
Last night this man left my head spinning, tonight he set my body on fire with need for him.
What will happen tomorrow?
It hasn’t escaped me that tomorrow will be night three of him and I’ve just started.
What will happen when he stops booking me?
How will I feel then?
Chapter Eight
Christian
Sometimes I wish I were the playboy my father still believes I am.
If I were there would be no question on whether or not I would have stayed with Lilly all night. And, we’d still be wrapped in bed. I can guarantee anybody that. We’d most assuredly still be in bed fucking and I wouldn’t have left her with the promise of tonight.
If I were still the playboy, I would have continued to ignore my father’s calls and I wouldn’t have answered his summons to meet him and Georgiou at our family home.
I’m here. I just arrived.
I guess though I walked the line of playboy just for my indulgence in the angel last night. I’m not gonna beat myself up about that, though. I needed last night, and I couldn’t resist. What I will curse myself for is the fact that now I’ve had more than a taste I’m fucked.
You don’t just take a woman like that and forget her. I can’t shift her from my mind and all damn night I found myself thinking about her, thinking with my fucking dick instead of thinking about what I was doing. Maybe, though, thinking with my dick saved me from going insane from the nothingness I found. It was another fruitless night.
I met Kirk and we hit up all the places I knew Falcone to hang out. Intel gave us good guidance, but nobody was talking. Nobody on the streets was saying shit and I was sure they knew things.
I make my way up the garden path. It’s just gone ten. Pa wanted to see me at ten fifteen but I’m early. I wanted to see my mother first. I always check in with her first when I’m summoned to meetings like this. As a family, we meet up twice a month on a Sunday for dinner. It’s the only thing we do that resembles something close to a family unit, but believe me we’re dysfunctional.
I push the wooden gates to the garden open and I see her. The solemn look on her face is evidence enough of that dysfunction.
She’s tending to the miniature yellow roses she planted last year. I don’t know much about flowers in terms of when they bloom and when they’re supposed to look their best, but Ma knows how to keep a garden looking like it’s fit for the good Lord himself.
That’s what she says her aim is. Nobody would believe that I was raised Catholic. Me with my sex club. Then again, nobody would imagine a Giordano in a church either, not with the connotations linked to our name.
Ma hasn’t seen me yet and I take my strides evenly so as not to startle her. Her hair’s grown longer, and she looks good. She looks similar to how she did before the cancer took her. She fought long and hard. What I would call a battle. She fought for three years and she won. Her fight for survival impressed me. That’s what she’s like though. She’s a fighter and she’s always impressed me. I look a lot like her while Georgiou is the spitting image of our father. I think I’m more like her too in a lot of ways. She has this free-spirited side to her that I know rubbed off on me. What I don’t like is that she puts up with the same shit most of the women in the family have to deal with from their men. The taste for cheating runs strong with my father and uncles.