Page 2 of A Seed Of Peril

I miss you too, Bellissima.

Thinking about groceries and his spaghetti sauce made my stomach rumble.

We want your world-famous sauce.

I closed my eyes, slowly drawing in a relaxed breath, loving the feeling of our baby’s movements. They weren’t strong yet, but they grabbed my attention more than flutters. I remembered the first time I felt those flutters. It was the night after we moved in; I was fifteen weeks along. I was taking my morning shower. I cried tears of joy. Dominic didn’t cry, but I could tell he, too, was happy by the way his smile reached his eyes.

Soon, my love. Be patient.

Easier said than done when it came to his cooking. I sent him emojis of the smiley face sticking out its tongue and the laughing emoji.

Sometimes, it dawned on me all over again that I was dating a man like Dominic, who was not only one of New Jersey’s most dangerous, but a man who had taken lives without an ounce of remorse or regret. Our lives weren’t in the same stratosphere in the beginning, but our souls were secretly tethered, hungry to mingle and intertwine by the flames of our personal hells—hells we learned to blend and tame together.

I guessed I always had a thing for the sexy, sensuous wolf.

Friday, January 20, 2017

I stoodon my tiptoes and tenderly nibbled and sucked on Dominic’s earlobe, running my fingers down his ravishing, dark gray suit with paper-thin, white pinstripes. Reaching his slacks, I slipped my hand inside, grabbing his cock. A long, low moan rumbled deep in his chest, sending a wave of pleasure skating through me and between my thighs. My lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

“I’m really fucking hungry.”

Dominic was expected at Mr. Stefano Baldomero’s estate for one of the usual kiss-ass luncheons to keep the peace, where conversations were as stale as the liquor store wine they served.

I wouldn’t let him leave without first teasing him. How else would he have realized he should’ve told Stefano no and stayed here with me?

Dominic grabbed the back of my neck and forced us closer. A ring of scarlet lit around his irises, gradually bleeding into the blue. As he parted his lips, his breathing grew heavier, fanning over my lips.

That luncheon was now a mere forethought.

My boyfriend was merciless in his lust, so rough I almost lost my footing after he crashed his mouth to mine. Our bodies were desperate for one another, rubbing and grinding as we pawed at each other.

I removed my hand from inside his slacks before grabbing and tugging on his dark purple tie, flattening my other palm against his back at his right shoulder blade. I pulled him as close as possible. Dominic cupped my ass, further bringing out that naughty, playful side I loved.

I wanted his cock—not the foreplay. I couldn’t fight my cravings anymore. Pushing on his hand, I eventually gave it a playful love tap, making a tsking sound. Once he let me go, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, I undid his belt buckle and slowly sank onto my knees, never breaking eye contact through it all.

Wasting no time, I took the head of his cock in my mouth, teasing my tongue up and down its wet slit.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He adjusted his footing and pulled my hair tie out of my hair, threading his fingers in my unbrushed mop. “That’s right, baby. You like that? You like my cock in your pretty fucking mouth?”

I made a noise, agreeing, now relaxing more of my throat as I took all of him, his pubic hairs tickling my face. I held his thigh, wrapping my other hand comfortably around his cock, fisting him as I sucked.

I looked up to see his head tipped back, lost in our rhythm as he fucked my mouth.

He moaned. “Yes,amore. Yes.”

More of his savory precum slid down my throat. His cock was thick, throbbing. He was ready and now atmymercy. We both loved it.

My own slit was slick, the temptation to touch myself too strong to ignore. I let go of his thigh and slipped my hand inside my pajama pants, fingering myself, moaning against his cock. Dominic growled, tightening his grip on my hair as he neared the unforgivable point of no return.

He hissed after I began to suck harder, finding my own release dangerously close.

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s it.”

I fought to maintain the rhythm we had going as we reached the tops of our cliffs of ecstasy. I fingered myself faster, my clit swollen and ready. Through our moans, groans, and desperate rhythms, we simultaneously lost control, swimming in our own, heavenly seas. I swallowed every drop he gave me, holding onto him while I came off my high.

Adjusting to sit more comfortably on my knees, I looked up to see Dominic standing straight, his breaths steadier. Beads of sweat gave his perfect skin a beautiful sheen. He was always a beautiful sight, whether asleep, in suits, aroused, or simply making himself an espresso.

“Full?” he wondered, lifting his brow in that playful way of his. Nodding, I took him out of my mouth and slipped my soaked hand out of my pants, staring at his soft, flaccid cock as I touched it.

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