He gave me one last kiss, tore away, and bellowed. “Cum for me! Cum now! Show me how you cum all over that cock!”
I screamed as an epic climax exploded out of me. He kept roaring commands for me to cum for him, and my body complied beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn’t stop screaming. My mouth wouldn’t respond when he tried to kiss me.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I couldn’t feel anything but him pumping me full of his meat. He bit my lips, but that colossal wave of pleasure kept tearing me to pieces every time he slammed in.
I started to go limp in his hands, even as the mind-blowing rapture obliterated my last shred of being.
He drove in once, and hot, bubbling jiz flooded me. His cock pulsated in time to my muscle spasms matching every stroke. He kept fucking me until our combined cum dribbled out onto the seat.
He let go of my neck, and I collapsed back on the seat, totally spent. I couldn’t move or even open my eyes. Every particle of my being felt wrung out and drained of all energy.
I drifted in the clouds for what seemed like a long time. What the hell was happening to me? Would I ever be able to cum for anyone else ever again?
Even as I thought that, I knew I would. His commands only applied to when I was with him, but I didn’t even have any guarantee that I ever would be again. It wasn’t like he could come into my room and fuck me while he was supposed to be acting as my bodyguard.
The seat sank next to me, and the next thing I knew, he was picking me up. He lifted me off the seat and repositioned me. He pulled my skirt down and pulled off my shoes.
I swam back to consciousness to find him sitting next to me. He pulled me toward him and put his arm around my shoulders. He eased me against him and pushed my head down on his chest.
That simple act of gentleness and tender care drowned me in such a heart-wrenching flood of emotion that I put my arms around him and hugged him.
He squeezed me tighter, and I curled up under his arm. I huddled under his protection and let my eyes sink closed again. I was here, with him, and he had his arm around me in a way none of the other three ever did. None of them ever gave me this moment of safety and comfort afterward.
How could he turn out to be the one who knew, the one who cared, the one who turned such a powerful experience into such a life-changing moment of connection? He was nothing like what I thought. I never knew him—not ever—not until now.
Just in case I wasn’t sure, he bent down and kissed the top of my head. He raised his other arm to hug me tighter, and before I knew what was happening, he guided me into his lap. He turned me the other way and enfolded me in an embrace of impossible tenderness and affection.
I curled even tighter against his chest and hugged him for all I was worth. I never wanted to let go. I never wanted to be anywhere but here, but I couldn’t get here without all the other mind-blowing things that happened between us today. I couldn’t get here without being down and dirty as his slut, being on my knees sucking him in the dressing room, and being everything he wanted me to be.
I dreaded the moment when we got back to the estate. Once I got out of this limo, I might never get this back again. I might never be with him again. What would become of me then?
All too soon, he kissed me on the head again and said, “We’re pulling into the driveway. Sit up, and grab your panties.”
I couldn’t deny those words. I sat up, and he eased me back onto the seat. I slipped my panties back on, straightened my clothes, and finger-combed my hair back into place as the limo stopped in front of the house.
I spotted him rubbing the cum off the seat with his handkerchief, and when he caught my eye, his cheeks colored. No one would ever know about that but the two of us.
NICKY
Gia stumbled when I helped her out of the limo. She had to steady herself before she made it to the steps.
I kept hold of her, but once we got inside the foyer, she pulled it together and straightened up. She shot me one more glance and looked away. So much for that. It was sweet while it lasted, but now it was over.
She took a few steps toward the stairs, and I headed back outside to get her bags out of the trunk when she stopped. She stiffened when she heard voices coming from Leo’s office.
She walked over to the door. I didn’t need to go with her now that she was inside the house, but for some reason I couldn’t explain, I followed her.
Leo and Cesare stood inside talking across Leo’s desk, and from the strain in both their voices, it didn’t sound good.
Gia strode in and looked back and forth between them. “What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Princess,” Leo replied, “but Romeo is gone.”
“Gone!” she gasped. “What do you mean—gone?”
“He went home,” Cesare replied. “He went back to his family.”
“And he’s withdrawn his proposal,” Leo finished. “He no longer wishes to be considered as a suitor for your hand.”