Page 79 of Caesar DeLuca
It’s the start of passion that burns late into the night.
This time, neither of us holds ourself back—we abandon any doubts and fears and give into the connection we’ve formed. The feelings we’ve developed without even trying. Our bond that started one cold winter night when I happened to be driving by and spotted a bloody man collapsed in the snow.
Caesar’s quick to strip me bare. I blink and I’m face down in his bed, arching my spine and clutching his bedsheets. He’s stroking into me from behind, palming my curvy backside, squeezing the ample flesh. His dick slides in deep, hitting all the right spots.
My pussy flutters, pleasure ringing through the rest of my body.
He can’t keep his hands off of me. He rolls me to my side and wraps me up in his arms, slipping back inside with a husky groan. They’re the first of many as he rocks and I squeeze my eyes shut at how damn good it feels.
Him inside me. His arms around me and the throaty sounds he makes.
He cups my large breast and whispers into my ear how much he loves my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy. All these curves. It takes a real man to handle them.”
I bite my lip as his dick slips deeper and the room blurs. I’m so close to coming, I can only moan in answer.
He kisses a spot between my neck and jaw and grips my thigh. His pace increases, his sawing thrusts taking me where I need to go.
My orgasm arrives with a final full body shudder and an eruption of tingles all over. I cry out as my pussy clamps down on him and I surrender.
I completely give into the man that I’ve fallen for.
In a matter of a few more thrusts, he gives into me in the same way. Caesar hugs me tightly against him, my back to his front, and then he spills his release.
We lay still in a state of peace and pleasure for minutes to come.
It’s a moment of perfect clarity, where we’re more connected than we’ve ever been. We’re devoted to each other and ensuring we make this work between us.
There’s so much more left to discuss and so many moving parts to figure out, such as my house being burned down along with almost everything I own, but in the moment, I don’t care. I’m as tuned into Caesar as he’s into me.
Caesar rolls me over so that I’m facing him. His warm lips meet mine and my spirit soars. Instant happiness fills my heart, giving it a sense of completeness I’ve rarely ever felt. Caesar’s kiss burns away every doubt, insecurity, and second guess I’ve had. It solidifies what I’ve hoped would be true.
This is only our beginning.
28
CAESAR
ONE YEAR LATER…
If you told me a year ago I’d be driving two hours out of the city just to head up to the mountains, I’d have laughed in your face. The only reason I’d ever travel to the Kittatinny Mountains would be to dispose of a dead body.
I certainly wouldn’t be driving up for fun.
As it turns out, I was wrong. Driving up to the Kittatinny Mountains has become a regular part of my schedule.
Entirely by choice.
Every Friday evening, I check out from my demanding role overseeing the Crown and my operation, and I choose peace and quiet.
I slam shut the trunk filled with weekend bags and slide behind the wheel.
The beautiful woman in the passenger seat turns her head and smiles at me.
“Ready?” I ask.
Ariana’s lips quirk half a centimeter wider. “I’ve been ready. I was waiting on you.”
