Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. How did I manage to deny myself for so many years?
She pushes forward, taking me deeper, her eyes watering.
“Jesus, you trying to make me come?” I pull free from her mouth and lift her onto the bed.
“I wasn’t finished,” she pouts.
“Don’t give a fuck.” I spread her thighs and lick the wetness from her cunt, then delve my tongue inside her.
She moans and arches, her body ready for me. But I want more of this, all of this. Reaching under her, I grab her ass and flip her over.
“Torino?” She looks back at me, confusion on her face.
Spreading her cheeks, I run my tongue along her pink slit from the back.
Her breath hitches, and I do it again, then go further and tongue her pretty little asshole.
Her toes curl. “Torino!”
“Shh.” I kiss her ass, then lick it again and again until she’s moaning and shaking. Sliding two fingers down her soaked cunt, I slip them inside her, finger-fucking her while I suck and kiss her asshole.
“Torino, I can’t. I can’t …” She moans loudly, her body starting to freeze, her hips jerking. But she’s too loud. Someone might hear.
I climb onto her, and she makes a frustrated cry when I take my fingers out. But then I sink them into her mouth as I plunge my cock into her from behind.
Her body shudders, and she licks her taste off my fingers like a good girl. She squeezes me perfectly, taking my cock deep and drawing a groan from me.
“My good girl,” I breathe into her ear.
“Torino, I need you. Harder.”
I turn her face to mine and kiss her mouth, tasting her cunt on her tongue as I slam into her. Our bodies jar and shake, our kiss becoming wild, but I don’t stop. If my Alessa says she wants it hard, then that’s what she gets.
She breaks away and gasps in a breath. “Yes!”
I lift up and grip her shoulder, yanking her back onto my cock as I thrust into her. “Give it to me, piccolina mia. Give me every last bit of that sweet cunt. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
I use my other hand to grip her hip, steadying her as I ram into her. My balls are already drawn up, ready to release. But I won’t come until she’s calling my name, until she’s whimpering as her body milks me.
“You like this? You want more?” I already know what she needs from me.
“Please.” Her voice is a needy whine that turns my blood to lava.
Reaching beneath her, I strum her clit.
Her hips jerk, and then she moans. I use my other hand to cover her mouth as I surge into her again and again as she comes hard, her pussy bearing down on me, demanding my seed.
So I give it to her, filling her up as I bite her shoulder, leaving my mark on her as I coat her in my cum.
When it’s over and we’re lying in a pile of mussed sheets, I smile down at her where she lies on my chest. “You like it rough?”
“I like it with you.” She shrugs, her eyes glinting. “Any way I can get it, as long as it’s with you.”
“Forever.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“Forever?”
“You doubt me?”
“Never.” She nibbles her lip. “I was just wondering …”
“Yes?” I slide my hand to her ass and knead it. I love the way it fits in my palm.
“I was wondering how long you’ve been, you know …”
“In love with you?” I finish for her.
Her eyes widen. “You’re in love with me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I almost laugh. “I’ve loved you for years.”
“You have?”
“Oh piccolina mia, I wanted you the moment we met.”
“But when we met, you were eighteen, and I was—”
“Shh.” I stop her mouth with a kiss. “Doesn’t matter.” I knew when I saw her what she would be to me. I stopped playing games with other women, not willing to chance fucking up what we would have together. I knew we’d have enough problems to be solved.
“Perv.” She giggles.
“For you? Absolutely.” I squeeze her ass a little harder, my cock waking up and wanting more.
“I’ve loved you, too, Torino.” She meets my gaze again, her eyes serious now. “I’ve always loved you, even when I didn’t realize what that feeling was. I knew it was you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”
My heart seems to swell to twice its normal size, and I swear to God I get chills all through me. “You mean it?”
“Yes.” She cups my cheek and kisses me softly. “I love you, Torino. Forever.”
How does she manage to light me up like a fucking Christmas tree with those words? I don’t know, but she does. I want to hear her say it again and again—every day for the rest of our lives.
“But we have a problem.” She sighs.
“Just one?” I smirk.
She smacks my chest. “Okay, maybe a few.”
“I wanted to talk to you about that, but we needed to get your pussy handled first.”
“My pussy comes first?” She arches a brow.
“Always, piccolina mia. I want your kitty to purr contentedly at all times.”
She laughs and playfully bites my chest. “She’s purring now, so you can continue.”
“Excellent.” I love just being with her. I want to say that out loud, but I don’t want to jinx this, to change anything about how I feel in this moment. “So I think what we need to do is—”
A knock sounds at her door. “Alessa?”
Fuck, it’s Allegra. Good thing I locked the door.
“Go!” Alessa hisses and jumps from the bed so fast she startles Tinker from his catbed near the bathroom.
“Alessa, the door’s locked,” Allegra calls.
“Coming!” Alessa rushes to grab her clothes from the floor.
I sit up and grab her, yanking her into my arms and kissing her as she wriggles in my grasp.
“Alessa, we need to talk.”
Running my fingers up her thighs, I slide them along her pussy.
She moans and tries to push away.
“Alessa, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” The panic in her voice is adorable as she pulls herself away from me and throws her dress on over her head, inside out. “Get in the bathroom, you maniac!” She takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, then shuffles me into the bathroom. “Go through to the other room. Don’t get caught in this wing of the house.”
I lick my fingers, then kiss her once more before she slams the door shut in my face.
Pressing my forehead to the door, I can only think one thing. I fucking love that girl.
12
Alessa
I hate this. I’ve been dreading today since the night my mom almost caught Torino and me together. She’d come to my room to tell me that we were going to a party at the Perth home. Now I’m all dolled up and walking into the gaudy, overdone mansion.
The place screams of money but not in a good way. I already know my mom thinks this place is tacky. I can’t believe she and Carlito want me to marry into this family, because they hate everything about them.