Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
It’s strange, but I want to help him. It’s a tickle in my stomach, down between my legs. I want to ease some of his stress, take on some of his burden, but I don’t know how. I’m a total stranger to all this, and as much as I like Renzo, he doesn’t seem all that willing to let me in too deep.
Dante heads off and I find myself drifting down to the basement. I hesitate at the top of the steps before descending. It’s actually very nice: the walls are finished, the carpet’s thick and plush. I hear Renzo’s grunting before I see him, but when I come around the corner, I stop and stare.
He’s standing in front of a heavy bag, just like Dante predicted, stripped to the waist. His hands are wrapped and he’s still in his suit pants.
Each punch makes the bag sway. His muscles ripple with power. I can’t help but watch the sweat bead on his skin and roll down his back.
He’s gorgeous. More than that: he’s a force in his own right. Maybe his father casts a long shadow, but Renzo’s a sun. He’s going to shine.
I want to be here when he does.
It’s a strange thought. I’ve been trying to avoid the future.
But I don’t want to pretend anymore.
I step forward, feeling awkward. He hits the bag two more times before looking at me. He stands with his arms hanging loosely at his sides, breathing hard.
“I’m sorry about the meeting,” he says.
“Why are you sorry?”
“It shouldn’t have gone like that. You’re probably worried.”
“No, I’m fine. You don’t need to be concerned with how I feel.”
“I worry about everything.” He lets out a long breath. “But you don’t have to. That’s my job, alright, baby?”
I cross the floor toward him. He watches as I approach. “You hold too much.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Yes, you do. Your mother. Your siblings. The Famiglia. Even that council. You hold too much.”
“It’s what a Don does.”
“You’re a Don, but you’re also a man.” I stop inches from him. He smells musky and fresh. I touch his damp skin, my fingers brushing over his chest. A thrill runs into my body. “Does anyone ever take care of you?”
“That’s not what I need.”
“What do you need then, Renzo? Do you even think about it? I bet you go through the day worrying about everyone else, but you never stop to ask yourself what will make you feel better. Do you even notice how stressed you are?”
“I’m fine. I already feel better.”
“Renzo.” I stare into his eyes. “I’m here now. Let me help you.”
“How are you going to help me, baby?” His lips quirk. “You got a stash of guns I don’t know about?”
“No,” I say and let my hands trail down his cut abs, finger brushing over sweat-damp skin, toward his belt. “I don’t have guns.” I unbuckle him and unzip his fly. “I don’t have money, or power, or anything like that.” I tug his slacks down and let them pool at his ankles. “I can make you feel good though.”
“How are you going to do that, baby?” His eyes burn into mine. I grip his cock and let out a delighted little moan. He’s already rock hard.
“I want to taste you,” I say, dropping to my knees. “You always do this for me. Let me do it for you.”
“Bella topo,” he whispers as I pull down his boxer briefs. His hard cock springs out, excited for me. I take him in both hands, stroking slowly, staring up into his eyes. He purrs his delight. “You want to taste me? The way I taste you?”
“Yes, please.”
“You want me in your mouth? You think you can take all of me?”
“I’ll try.” I start to lick him. Base to tip then swirling my tongue around the top. He’s salty and I like it. His cock’s so hard I feel him pulsing in my hands.
“I love watching you try,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Fucking hell, you gorgeous girl.”
I take him into my mouth, sucking his tip, swirling fast. He sighs and I can feel him relax as his hand laces into my hair. I let go too, forget about my own stresses, and focus on pleasuring my husband.
My lips glide up and down his tip, his shaft, spit sliding down into my hand. I stroke him, sucking hard, my tongue doing the work. He moans and the sound sends a jolt of delight into my core.
“You feel so fucking good.” His hand tightens in my hair. “Fuck, baby, your mouth is like heaven. You suck my cock like you know exactly what I want.”
I moan, unable to help myself. The way he talks to me drives me wild. I let go of my reservations, forget about my inhibitions, and I suck him faster. I try going deep, gag, and have to pull back.