God Almighty, she was beyond hot! She looked a thousand times better now than she did at the funeral. Her long, dark hair scattered over her perfect body, and her underwear set off every curve.
She collapsed against the dresser and had to support herself on one arm while she touched herself. Oh, fuck yeah, baby! That feels so good, doesn’t it? You like feeling that rush of desire, don’t you?
She sagged forward, and her hair fell to surround her face shining with sexual delight. Every part of her gleamed and radiated her beauty.
She tore herself away and went back to her bed. The covers lay crumpled on one side. For a second, I worried she would climb under them and I would lose sight of her magnificent body, but she didn’t.
She spread out on the bare sheet and started undulating and writhing right in front of me. She pushed her breasts into the air and rubbed her legs against each other. Holy shit, she was on fire!
My cock started to get hard, but it exploded into a painful, throbbing rod when she slipped her fingers inside her panties and started touching herself.
What was she thinking about? Was she imagining a man touching her like that? Did she fantasize about me sliding my hand up between her thighs and feeling how fucking wet she was?
I squeezed my hard cock to adjust its position, and once I started, I couldn’t stop. I stroked it through my pants and then threw caution to the wind. I unzipped and stroked right there on her balcony.
She seethed even harder as she escalated to a fevered pitch. She started squeezing her breast again. Oh, yeah, baby. Feel me fingering your sweet little pussy. Huh? Do you feel me nibbling at your nipples and licking your hot, wet slit?
She raked her hair back and licked her lips. She was getting close now. Was she thinking about me? Did she know how hard she made me?
I almost wished she would open her eyes and look at me. Some wild thrill seized me when I thought about her looking up and seeing me stroking it right in front of her. I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to get turned on knowing how hot she made me.
Out of some kind of dream, her bleary eyes floated open, and she looked right into my eyes. She erupted in a torrent of passion. She pushed her fingers into her smoking hot cunt and worked her clit even harder while she pumped herself full.
She bit her lip and convulsed for a second before she collapsed. She lay still. I should leave now. I should slip away before she raised the alarm, but I couldn’t tear myself away.
I couldn’t stop staring at her. I knew Gia Leone was beautiful, but I never realized how mesmerizingly, incredibly passionate she was. She needed someone to bring that passion to life.
Then I remembered. She was a virgin. Don Alonzo protected her virginity while she was growing up. Leo Evangelista would be doing the same thing now.
She had to be a virgin when she married whoever would take over her father’s empire. Word spread through the whole mafia world. The Leones were soliciting suitors for her hand based on that as their chief selling point—right after her father’s wealth and power, of course.
Whoever married her would harness not just her father’s empire, but the sheer, feminine power of this beautiful princess.
I dragged my attention back into the room and realized with a jolt that she was sitting up. She stared right at me through the window. She even saw me stroking my cock, but she didn’t raise the alarm.
I zipped up and eased open the door latch. I didn’t come this far and just watch her pleasure herself right in front of me to back down now.
I pulled back the balcony doors and stepped inside. Her features hardened when she recognized me, but she still didn’t call out for help.
I dared to take another step nearer. She looked even more mind-blowing up close. Her cheeks glowed with color, and her disheveled hair surrounded her face in a sex-mad halo.
Her bra and panties hugged every corner of her tight, compact body. That body excited me so much more now that I knew what it could do.
“What are you doing here?” she finally demanded.
I took another step. “I came to see you, Gia. I wanted to talk to you. Considering how much security your consigliere posted around this estate, sneaking in here was the only way I could get close enough to do it without someone trying to stop me.”
“Of course, we tried to stop you. You’re our enemy. You and your men beat up Nicky Greco and left him for dead right outside the estate. What were we supposed to think?”
I barely heard her. I looked down at her body again. Her face and scattered hair only reminded me even more how fucking sexy she was. “Did it turn you on to see me watching you outside the window?”
Her expression changed… and then changed again. Her features went through several rapid variations. Her eyes dipped. Was she looking back down toward my cock? Itdidturn her on! She saw me getting hard, and it made her cum.
Holy shit! I had to touch this girl. I had to taste her and feel her getting turned on by me. I couldn’t leave here until I did it.
I took a chance and grabbed my package. I squeezed it right in front of her. “Did you see how hard you made me? Do you want to see how much you make me want to cum?”
She snapped alert. “What do you want? Get out of here before I have them throw you out.”