“Bad girl, you weren’t supposed to come yet.” Tony whispers against the skin of my mons.
Oh god, he makes me pay for it. His tongue is teasing, those fingers, there and then gone. He brings me close to orgasm until it’s just within my reach only for that cruel mouth to move and his fingers to disappear. No please, I beg. I’m coiled tight with need and then I feel it. The thick head of his cock is rubbing against my weeping slit.
Even though my bones feel like liquid, I fight to lift my head to watch. So fucking long and thick. I clench tight inside with fear at the prospect of him inside me. No, Lisa said he knows it will hurt. Lisa said he knows to go slow and make it good...unless you’re the idiot who wanted to kill him. The little voice taunts me.
Up then down he slides just his thick head inside me. It’s cruel teasing, every time he goes up he runs over my swollen clit. Down and oh, not yet. I want to moan. Finally, he slides inside me. At first, I’m so wet and needy I sob with relief as he enters me. Then he attempts to slide into my hot, throbbing tunnel. Oh, ouch he’s so thick, so thick. It’s been too long, my body is fighting him. His thumb slides over my pulsing clit, I open wide for him, taking him deeper without even realizing it. Slow, so slow, inch by thick, silk-over-steel inch pushes inside me. Without any warning at all, my body trembles in a small orgasm.
My eyes fly open in surprise. Tony chuckles as he watches me trembling, impaled on him. It’s not the one I want though, not the one I know he can give me. Opening wider, my legs go higher around his waist and he slips deeper inside me. More, deeper, I want all of him. I need all of him.
“Slow, piccolina, slow.” He moans as I grip him tight from deep inside.
Deeper, yes, so deep he moves until finally, finally we’re skin to hot skin. We both moan at the sensation. Every inch of him is burning into me, branding me as his, belonging only to him. I’m lost in pleasure when Tony moves. At first I resist, not at all happy about the loss of him. Only for him to thrust back in slow and sweet.
Oh yes, please, more. I give up all my will, trusting in Tony. At first, his strokes are small, measured, until they give way to fevered, demanding, pounding that has me sobbing for more. Close, so close, then at last it’s there. I explode into a million shimmering sparks of fire. Hot, wet, oh he’s not wearing a condom as he spills into me. The feel of him coming has me shaking all over again as he stretches my orgasm into his.
His arms wrap around me as he rolls onto his back, keeping me tight to him. Every sense is heightened as I lay against him. The smell of him, the feel of him, all of him surrounds me. I want to know what happens next yet I’m also afraid to break the silence. Fear keeps me quiet. His hand is running through my hair as if it’s soothing to him and before long it soothes me. I don’t want to fall asleep. I fight against it but darkness overtakes me.
8
Tony
The absence of sound is what wakes me. It’s such an oddity that my mind rebels against it. For a moment, nothing makes sense. An inner clock is telling me it’s around midnight. As I’m wondering what the hell happened, the back-up generator comes on. The door of my bedroom is open. I hear the refrigerator and the hum of the generator.
What the hell? I move for my phone on the bedside table, careful not to disturb Christy, who is clinging tightly to me, even asleep. There’s an alert that a grid has lost power in my area, they are working to fix it. It will be a few hours. It’s almost one in the morning, the alert was sent almost ten minutes ago. I need to get up. The music system isn’t connected to the back-up generator, just the panic room, alarm system, and safes.
Christy moans in protest, her arm tightening around me. My name comes out of her in a whisper. Intent on soothing her, I pull her tighter against me. She sighs as she goes limp in my arms. But my cock is hard all over again for her. Awe rolls through me as every moment comes back to me. So many women over the years, yet not one of them compared to Christy. Nothing has ever come close to what happened with Christy.
Could it really happen after all this time?
“Tony,” Christy moans my name as her hand slides down my chest. “You’re so hard...everywhere.”
Fucking hell, I grab her wrist and roll her under me. I swallow her groan. Damn, I hate the dark. I want to see her, all of her. Her entire body is perfection to me. I love every single inch of her golden skin. I adore her breasts, the way they fit my hands, my mouth. The taste of her skin on my tongue only fuels my hunger for more of her. I need the sweet honey of her pussy. More of this, all of this, so fucking sweet. My cock is raging to be inside her. The feel of her tight cunt wrapped around me is pleasure on a level I’ve never known, had no idea was even possible.
Hours, I enjoy sex for hours, drawing out the pleasure, ensuring a woman comes from my long, thick cock without any pain. Right now, I can’t. I can’t fucking breathe until my cock is inside her. Plunging deep into her, she’s so damn wet I slide all the way deep—home. We both
moan at the feeling. Home, peace, bliss expands to every cell in my body at being inside her, as deep as I can be.
Christy moans my name as a small shudder runs through her. I want to tell her I know, but no words will come. At last, I have the strength to move inside her. As badly as I want to go slow, I can’t. Five strokes are all it takes for Christy to come. Her body trembling in orgasm—grasping me tight from within, her body milks my cock with every shudder. I follow her into a climax that rocks me to my core. Damn it, I fall on her and hate myself for it—I’m too fucking big. Yet as I move to roll off her, Christy moans, her nails digging into me as she clings tight.
I roll onto my side, keeping her close, my cock inside her. Her cunt grips me tight, and a moan slides out of her as she nuzzles closer into me.
The silence is there at the edge of my mind. If I don’t get up and hook up the music system, there will be nothing but silence. Except I’m not ready for Christy to wake and deal with the questions she will have. I don’t have the answers to her questions because I’m not fucking sure what the hell is happening or will happen.
From as young as I can remember my father and nonno prepared me for a life of power, control, death, destruction—becoming mafia. Planning, preparation, and knowledge were key in everything I did, in every move I made. To not know...for the first time in years, I am unsettled. A little whimper comes out of Christy. I squeeze her tight, and she sighs my name. Christ, nothing in this world has ever sounded so good.
***
Tony
I come awake with a start at the sound of the front door slamming closed. It’s Carmella coming in for the day, which means it’s a little after six-thirty in the morning. I look down at Christy wrapped around me. My cock, still deep inside her, jerks in reaction at how fucking amazing she feels.
Taking a deep breath, I can’t believe it. This is the first night I’ve slept all the way through in years. I’m not sure I really believe it, to have fallen asleep as easily as I did. Without the voices haunting me, without the dark thoughts weighing on me. It’s not just how I fell asleep; it’s how I’m waking up, content and happy. The feelings are so rare I do remember the last time it happened. It was a weekend I took Anthony and Dominic to the lake house. For the first time, it was just the three of us. Normally, my parents were with us, their mother never came.
It was a simple weekend filled with everything the boys wanted to do. We ate hotdogs cooked over a fire. There was too much candy, and comic books, and no vegetables in sight. The last night we were there, the boys fell asleep on me as we watched a bad movie.
I woke up to Anthony on my chest, and Dominic curled up on my lap. Even though I didn’t know it would be the last time Anthony would cling to me or Dominic would look at me without knowing I was a killer. Deep down in those early moments of waking, I knew enough to hold the moment tight and treasure it. Two weeks later, I would participate in the massacre of the Berlucci family and my boys became one hundred percent aware of who and what I was. Their training had to begin, and nothing was ever the same for them, for me, for us as a family.
Today for the first time in a long fucking time, I know contentment. I’m at peace, and it’s because of Christy. Closing my eyes, I sigh. The moment I saw her, I knew deep down everything had changed.