My heart beats faster and my feet move without thinking. I enter with no idea of what to expect.
“Sal!” Francesca jumps into my arms and hugs me as soon as I’m through the door.
“Baby, how are you?”
“Fine, fine.” She kisses me, and this is so much better than the daydreams I’ve had of us seeing each other again.
My lips claim hers and I twirl her around, just because I can. She’s dressed in skinny jeans, an off the shoulder top that shows me she’s had time to get a tan and looks sexier than hell.
Her hair is softer as I run my fingers through it, feeling the silky stands I’ve grown to love. I think she left it blonde to go with her new life.
Her fingers grab my hair before she rubs her chin against mine as our eyes lock. Our lips meet and it’s going to be fast and rough make-up sex because I can’t wait to claim her taut body.
Her full lips and round ass—that I love to pound and make bounce against my balls when I’m overly excited—is minutes away.
She rips off my shirt. Four hundred euros spent, no biggie. I pull her shirt off over her head and let her down long enough for her to wiggle out of her jeans on the living room floor.
As soon as she’s done, I move her to the area rug under the glass coffee table and nearly break it into a million pieces just to get it out of the way.
I’m a crazed man. I can’t get enough of her as I take a deep breath of her and the light airy feeling of being at the ocean with a hint of jasmine mixed in warms me. She seems better, softer.
Changed.
She returns caress for caress and nip for nip as we play and giggle before I kneel before her, on my knees, my hard cock in front of me and she says those words that drive me crazy.
“Make me yours.”
I don’t hold back as I plunge into her and she lets out a gasp, taking me in fully before I glide in and out of her and her walls tighten around me.
I’m rough from years of the streets, but I’ve found love because of her, so I slow my pace, turning my hard and fast fucking into making love as if a light was lit. I tenderly touch her breasts, taking one into my mouth as I massage the other with my large hand.
It’s been a month, but it feels like an eternity, like I’m exploring her body for the first time.
She moves her hips against me and slows my rhythm and her hands roam over my body and she digs her nails into my rounded butt cheeks until I gasp.
“I missed you,” I whisper as I bend over to suck on her neck.
“I missed you, too.” She smiles and tugs at my chest hair and we move in sync as we come together.
27
Francesca
Ican’t believe Sal is even sexier than I remember. Funny how a month can make me forget little details, the smoothness of his skin, the hair on his chest, the cologne I love on him. . . the little things that add so much to one’s memory, that build up over a lifetime.
And I should know given how many lives I had to take to find Sofia and as it turns out, liberate Angelo. Angelo better make good on all his promises, because if he doesn’t, I have a few cement blocks for his feet.
And I’m not kidding.
We risked our lives for him and his men, but in all fairness, many of those men were loyal to my father. I’m just saying that as the new don, I have to keep track of favors given and favors asked, as there is no other way to keep it fair.
But so far, I have more people who owe me so I’m feeling more confident day by day.
On the flip side, I have to make sure bosses aren’t too indebted to me as they will look weak. It’s more complicated and cutthroat than politics in the weird American reality shows make it seem.
I found Guido, he had been murdered and now Sofia is safe. I told her family I’d have her get in touch with them as soon as possible so they can hear from her themselves and that her enemies are gone.
For now.