Gemma rubbed her hands through his silky hair and enjoyed every second of his skills. She loved that Sal was a breast man. She loved the feelings he gave her every time he touched her breasts.
And he touched them for several long minutes. So long that she thought he’d go on forever. But Sal wanted more.
He laid her down on the bed, and moved down between her legs. She began arching as he ate her.
And when that was too much, and she was about to cum, he managed to pull his mouth away and insert his penis where his mouth had been. And he fucked her. He rode her as if he was riding a magnificent tide. And then he got on top of her, and wrapped her in his arms, and she wrapped him into her arms, as they fucked.
When they came, they came together. Because it had been days without seeing or touching or being with each other. They came hard.
When it was all over, and they both had no more energy to do anything more, Sal remained deep inside of her as he laid onto his back and carried her with him. Now she was on top of him, and they were both holding onto each other.
The awful decisions Sal had to make, where somebody lived and somebody died, quickly became a fading memory, as he slept the sleep of the exhausted.
But Gemma was worried. No matter how tired he was, or how difficult the trip had been, he usually got it up again, and again, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. But he was out like a light already. Gemma was worried.
Until she dozed off herself and woke up, a few hours later, to discover that Sal’s thick penis was deep inside of her, grinding on her all over again.
She smiled, relaxed, and sighed with pure wonderment as he did her in that fantastic way that only Sal could do her. All was right with the world for Gemma.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day and Sal was in his favorite diner eating heartily when she walked up. But he didn’t even look up from his wonderful meal. It was his bodyguard, who sat at the table across from him eating heartily too, that stood up when he saw her approaching, and blocked the woman’s path.
“Not so fast, Doll,” the bodyguard said as his thick arm held her back.
“Sal, it’s me,” the woman said, as she leaned her head around the guard’s massive frame. There were a handful of customers in that diner at that time, and they all knew Sal. They all knew to keep their distance. But she was determined. “Sal Luca, it’s me,” she said again.
Sal still wasn’t interested in being bothered. But the voice sounded familiar. He glanced over at her and took a quick glance. Skeleton eyes. Pasty skin. Thin as a rail. Bad teeth. Obviously a meth head who just so happened to know his name. He just wanted to eat his meal and then get over to the courthouse to watch his wife’s closing arguments in a high-profile case she was defending. He waved the woman away.
“Let’s go, Doll,” his bodyguard said to her. “He doesn’t want to see you.”
“But Sal, it’s me.” She was desperate even as the bodyguard was pushing her back. “Sal. It’s Kamill.”
When Sal heard that name, he looked again. And suddenly he recognized her. “Wait,” he said to his bodyguard, and frowned.
The bodyguard, surprised, looked at his boss even as he stopped shoving her back. A meth head, really? He was going to give the time of day to a meth head? Are you kidding me, his expression seemed to say.
“You’ve got to help me, Sal,” the woman said, her voice dripping with desperation.
Sal didn’t need anything more on his plate, that was for damn sure. But he knew her. “Let her through,” he said to his guard. And the guard, who understood clearly who buttered his bread, although still stunned that his boss would bother with a chick like that, let her through.
“You’ve got to,” she started to say again but Sal cut her off.
“Sit,” he said to her.
She sat across from him.
“Want me to order you something to eat? You need to eat.”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re not okay. You need to eat.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I need your help bad, Sal.”
He could smell her body odor even from where he sat. But he was too busy staring at her to notice. She used to be so beautiful. He used to fuck her every single week. He made her one of his favorite fucks. What happened?
But she wasn’t interested in any trips down memory lane. By the look on her face, her problem was immediate and it was urgent. “You have to help me, Sal,” she said again. “Me and my kids. You have to help me.”
“First of all,” Sal said, “I don’t have to do shit.” But everybody knew Sal was loyal to the people he knew. He took another bite of what had been a lovely meal. “What’s the problem?” he finally asked her.
“They’re trying to kill me!” Kamill said.
Sal stared at her. “Who’s trying to kill you?”
“I don’t know!”
Sal frowned. “If your ass don’t know, what you expect from me?”
“I didn’t know where else to turn. He won’t leave me alone.”
“Who?”
“This man.”
“A john?” Sal asked her.
“It started like that. He said to come to his car. He wanted me to do him a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Sal’s bodyguard asked her.
But Sal already knew. The kind she used to do for Sal.
“But it got weird,” Kamill said, ignoring the bodyguard. “He didn’t want sex. He wanted to talk.”
“About what?” Sal asked.
“You,” Kamill said, and Sal and the bodyguard both stared at her.
“Me?” Sal asked.
“Yeah, you. That’s all he wanted to talk about. You.”
Sal sat his fork down and leaned back. “What about me?”
“He wanted to know how big you were. And if you were as good in bed as they claim. What kind of cologne you wore. Shit like that.”
Sal frowned. “What the fuck he wanted to know all of that for?”
“I don’t know! But that’s what he kept asking me about. You and nobody else. You and nothing else. I figured it was a game, so I made up shit and told him. But he kept coming back. He wanted more and more. And I kept making it up. He paid me good money. I was telling him whatever I thought he wanted to hear. It was no big deal.”
Then her look changed. “But he wouldn’t leave me alone. He just knew we were still fucking. He kept coming back. Over and over and over and it got to a point that I started contradicting myself. And he knew it. And he called me out on it. Then he started kicking my ass when I got something wrong.”
Sal stared at her.
“And that’s when it started changing,” Kamill said. “That’s when he stopped asking questions, and just started stalking me. When he caught up with me, he’d beat me. I started hiding from him. I started doing drugs. It got crazy. But he always found me. Somebody on the street would tell him. When he started threatening my kids, I knew I had to get help.”
“Why didn’t you go to the cops?” Sal asked.
Kamill gave Sal a hard look. “The cops, Sal Luca? Why you think I didn’t go to the cops? They wouldn’t give a girl like me the time of day. But I knew you would, Sal. We had some good times together, you and me. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”