Her arms are tight around my neck, holding onto me as if her life depends on it. I pump her hard, my cum filled balls slapping against her ass cheeks. Her nails are like talons clawing at my back, partly from pleasure and the other anchored on the headboard to keep herself from crashing into it.
Using one hand to support myself, I make sure I’m stroking her swollen clit and only when her breathing comes faster, and I feel her pussy tighten around me, so I explode into her. She cries out in ecstasy while I muffle my low moan, not wanting her to know how much I’m enjoying this. We ride the wave together and it’s like body surfing on a wave of pleasure.
She has blown away all my expectations. She’s the only woman I’ve ever been this excited to fuck, and if all goes well, we’ll both be happy with my arrangement. The agreement was she takes birth control, so I don’t have to deal with messy condoms, but I filled her up nonetheless.
I roll off onto my back. “I’d like you to move into my room. There’s no need for two beds. We’ll set a wedding date soon.”
“Wait. Wedding date soon?”
“There’s no reason to wait. It’s an arrangement.”
“I guess you have a point,” she confesses. “But I don’t even know what you do.”
“I’m connected, as you know, and that’s all you need to know until this body count stops.”
I leave the bed long enough to clean up in my bathroom. By the time I return, she’s fallen asleep. I lift the blankets and slide her under them.
She opens one eye to ask, “Who else died?”
“A boss of mine. But I’m involved in many different families at the moment, so never speak business with anyone. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She pulls the covers up and closes her eyes. I pull her into my arms knowing full well the engagement ring I picked out months ago is in my nightstand.
I’ll have to find the perfect moment.
Valentina gother belongings back from the hotel but now we need to shop for clothes she’ll need for upcoming events.
Instead of shopping online, today she gets to touch and feel everything as we scurry from store to store. She’s ravenous for freedom to be like others her age, our age.
Savio and my guard Micro are with us today for protection. Micro is a trusted and seasoned soldier in his forties. He’s in great shape and adept with his hands, knives and guns.
I could’ve used Ridolfo but, after the police interviews, he was dispatched back to Sicily. I only hope that Giovi has his best allies around him. It’s hard to tell who to trust in times like this.
All day, I’ve been on the lookout for any Michelis or members of their ever-expanding family. With the brothers settling down and getting married, before long they’ll have enough to field a soccer team.
Valentina walks out of the dressing room wearing a cocktail dress that shows off her young body without revealing too much. She looks happy as she takes a picture of us. She’s slowly defrosting my grim outlook on women.
“Don’t share or post pictures of me to anyone,” I warn.
“I’m just sending it to my best friend Laura,” she assures me.
“Mm.” I watch her walk away, taking in the sway of her hips and the click of high heels. I don’t care what she wants to buy or what it costs, as long as she has me in mind when she wears it.
I should ask more questions about Laura, but I trust Valentina’s judgement. She knows to be careful, and women need other women to talk to. Who else will she call after our first argument when she wants to complain about me?
“Savio, can you call one of our friends at the hospital? See if we can take advantage of Valentina’s degree and get her a job working with kids. It’s the best way for her to use her skills and help others.”
“That sounds like a great idea. Sure, we have enough pull.”
Valentina comes out of the dressing room with a sales associate who has a difficult time holding all her items.
While the cashier uses my black card to pay for everything, I tell the guys to bring the car around and make sure we’re not being followed.
A few minutes later, we’re in the SUV. Valentina thanks me for shopping and tells me how much she loves Florence.
Of course she loves Florence, the art capital. She has taste. I’m hungry from all the shopping and direct Micro to a café for food.
I text my mother from the car to see how she’s doing. She’s fine, improving daily and, of course, wants to see me. I’m busy but convince her I’ll drop by soon.