Page 36 of The Sicuro

I have her back to my front, holding onto the belt with one hand I push my fingers back into her still wet pussy, she moans causing my dick to throb more. I push her down, so she’s laid back on the counter and thrust my dick deep inside her with one single movement. She screams in pain and pleasure and her legs shake. I let go of the belt and grab hold of herhips. The hunger that I have for her is still ravenous even though I’m inside her. I continue to thrust harder, and harder, grabbing hold of her messy bun which has dropped down in her hair. I wrap it around my fist and pull her head up slightly, as I thrust, her juices pour around me, and her pussy starts to clench around my dick.

“Not yet.” I demand as I continue thrusting deeper.

“Gabriel, I can’t,” she manages to pant out.

Her legs tremble and her pussy clenches harder, she’s about to come. Letting go of her hair, I push my thumb into her soaking wet pussy next to my dick, stretching her that little bit more. I slow my pace before removing my thumb and withdrawing all but the tip of my dick from her.

“Gabriel,” she cries, wanting me back deep inside her, as I push in, I push my thumb into her tight ass, causing another scream to pass her lips. I thrust back and forth, her moans filling the kitchen, she’s back at her peak, her body being taken over by her impending orgasm. Her ass tightens around my thumb, as her pussy does my cock making me reach my own climax. I thrust hard, filling her. I circle my thumb that’s still inside her, causing her whole body to shake and I can’t stop the moan escaping me. As her body goes soft, I pull my shaft and thumb out of her slowly, our cum dripping down her thighs and around my dick. I loosen the belt and pull it off her arms. She lays still, exhausted from her orgasm. With my boxers and slacks still around my thighs I pullthem up, then help her up, resting her back against my chest. I wrap my arm around her waist, helping her lift her legs off the seats. Turning her, I lean her back wrapping one arm around her back and one under her knees, lifting her so she doesn’t have to attempt to stand on her uneasy legs.

As I carry her up the stairs, her arms reach around my neck, her breathing slowly returns to normal, but her eyes have barely opened. I place her in our bed, she rolls onto her side, I push my slacks and boxers off and climb in beside her pulling her close. She turns into me, and I push the hair away from her face. As she falls asleep, I feel her body relax and sink into me further.

“I love you,” I whisper to her, knowing that nothing will ever compare to her. It’s like I can feel my heart beating when she’s around as if it’s her presence that keeps the blood flowing through my veins.

I need her and she will always be mine.

Twenty-Two

Kelcie

Iwake up in our bed, feeling what can only be, contentment. The position he had me in, and the way he restrained me with his belt has me feeling sore, but I can’t deny I enjoyed it. My body completely in his control, even thinking about it is making my pussy come to life. When it comes to him, my body willingly gives itself to him, and I’m happy for it to. The words he said to me before he took control of me, are in my mind, he never gave me a chance to respond, and I don’t know if I could have. I keep trying to tell myself it’s just lust I have for him, but I know it’s more than that. I know I love him too. I’ll happily give him my body, and let him fuck me any way he likes, he seems to know what I like more than myself. But to tell him I love him, to be that vulnerable in front of anyone makes me uneasy.

I realise he isn’t in bed with me, so prop myself up, and hear the shower going in the bathroom. Before I have a chance to get up and join him, the shower stops and he’s at the doorway, towel hanging low on his hips, water still glistening on his abs highlighting his ‘V’ lines. My lips part and my breathing staggers.He clocks me looking at him and slightly leans his shoulder against the doorframe.

“Can I help you?” His husky voice makes my pussy pulsate.

“Uh-uh,” I can’t even manage words. He walks over to the bed, and I lean back on my elbows watching him. He places his hand at the nape of my neck, pushing is fingers into my hair, he tilts my head back slightly, lowering his lips to mine, he keeps them hovering above, not making contact.

“You need to get dressed, we have an appointment.”

“We do? Where?”

“You said you wanted a car.”

I feel the anger build up in me, is he fucking serious? As I try to speak his lips press against mine, I try to push him off and in one quick movement I’m pinned on my back, his hand still in my hair and I’m returning his kiss. As he pulls away, he sniggers at me.

“I’m joking, you don’t need me to do that. We need to go to The Manor, to speak with Charles.”

I shake my head at him. “Why do you need me for that?”

“It’s the final paperwork to have you added to everything, which includes anything that I have there.”

Thinking about what is there, and what he has, a basement room and suite, I don’t need that, I don’t want that. He gets up and starts to get dressed.

“There is no need to worry, Anders would manage everything on that side of things, I would make sure of that. Your signatures are required as Charles owns The Manor, I just have a stake in it.”

Unease takes over my expression, he walks back over to me placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Think of it as just paperwork.”

He carries on getting ready, I silently accept what he has said, I know when it’s pointless fighting him. Getting myself up I walk into the bathroom, replaying last night in my head, and a small smile takes over my lips. He sees it and it’s like he can read my mind. Taking a belt out of his drawer, he catches my eyes, winks, and throws it on the bed. By the time I am out of the shower he is dressed in his usual black button-up, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, black slacks, and the belt he used last night. He looks so good.

It's early evening by the time we get to The Manor and are sitting in Charles’s office. Gabriel notifies him that I am now a joint legal owner of The Sicuro and everything else that he owns. Charles looks at me and smiles.

“I knew there was something about her.” He states whilst keeping his gaze on me. He prepares the paperwork quickly and we sign what’s required.

“Dinner whilst you’re here?” Charles asks.

“We’d love to.” Gabriel responds.

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