Page 22 of Blood & Loyalties
I knew back in Cali something was missing in my life. I needed a good woman, a strong one to stand by my side. I needed someone who wouldn’t shy away from the tough part of this life. Someone who wouldn’t need--or want—to know the ins and outs of the job. Someone who wouldn’t have expectations of flowers and sunshine, but when I gave it, would take it with grace. I needed someone who would understand that I could never get out—would neverwantout. I had worked too hard, and the only way out was death. I would also never disappoint my father by fucking up. I respected him too much to allow myself. However, the skanks I stuck my dick in were nothing compared to this beautiful woman who had given me the utmost pleasure by feeling her come apart for me.
Catarina had all the qualities I was craving. I wanted more—would have more. One fucking encounter and I was hooked like a druggie needing his next fix.
“Bathroom,” I growled.
“Up the stairs, first door on the left.” Her eyes filled with undeniable lust, her lips parting as she sucked in a soft breath. She might have been tired, but she wanted more. Who was I to deny that? She could sleep later. Maybe.
“Hang on.” I took the steps in long strides; making it to the door she had directed me to.
Opening it wide, I found her bedroom smelled of vanilla, and damn it smelled good. Her bedroom shouted ‘a girl lives here,’ but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t here for a decorating lesson. The bed was big, and that was all I needed. Hell, I really didn’t even need that; the floor would work just fine.
“Bathroom.”
She pointed to a door on the right, and I strutted in, setting her down gently on the counter.
Everything was immaculate, nothing out of place.
I stripped quickly out of my clothes and heard her gasp. Meeting her eyes, I saw fire radiated from their depths.
“Like what you see, baby?”
“Yeah, love the chest hair.” She gulped, taking me in, her eyes sweeping from top to bottom.
Not gonna lie, I kept my shit tight. I could still hang with the boys with ease when it came to one-on-ones. I could also take a man out in five seconds with my hands if need be. Each one of my tattoos had some sort of meaning to me, and some were a bit cryptic, just like me. I kept my chest hair, choosing not to shave it off, but I did trim it up a bit.
“Now it’s your turn. Stand up, baby.” I wrapped my arm around her waist as she got to her feet, every curve of her body making my mouth water. She reached for the zipper at the back of the dress. “Stop.” Her hand paused, her eyes latching onto mine. I turned her around slowly so she was staring into the mirror, our eyes connecting. Then I glided my hand down the zipper, exposing her beautiful back. She had no bra on—lucky me.
An intricate butterfly tattoo caressed her skin, starting at her shoulder blades. As I pulled the zipper, the tattoo kept on going, all the way down to the soft bend before her ass. I took a moment to admire the art work that must have taken hours upon hours to create. Different shades of blues and greens covered the wings, and each stroke looked as if it was painted on her skin. The butterfly’s wings were spread across her back, the points almost going around her sides. Beautiful.
I glided the dress down her body, leaving it to pool in a puddle at her feet, and my cock rose to attention. Her body was perfection, nothing like the women in California who had nothing to hang on to when you were fucking them from behind. No, Catarina was all sexy hips and curves in all the right places. They were just enough for me to grip a hard handful.
I smoothed my fingertips over the wings of the butterfly, and her body shuddered at my touch, her skin rising with small bumps underneath my fingers.
“This is beautiful,dolcezza. What’s the meaning?” I watched her in the mirror, seeing in her eyes that this piece of art stood for something in her life, especially since it covered such a large part of her.
“Catarina means pure. To me, what could be more pure than a brand new butterfly coming out of a cocoon into the world? It’s not tainted with any problems, and a butterfly is always free, always ready to soar.”
Our eyes locked, lust and something else poured out of hers, gripping hold of me. I wanted to completely envelop this woman until I was the only thing she thought of, the only thing she needed. Why that turned me on so much, I would never know.
“Spread your legs and hold on to the counter.” I opened the cabinet door beneath the sink. “Kick off your heels and prop your foot on the door.”
She complied a bit hesitantly, opening herself up to me. Then she leaned forward, and her beautiful, full ass was up in the air at a perfect angle, the arch in her back pressing her tits up, giving me a great view in the mirror.
My mouth watered, wanting to taste every part of her. Never had a woman called to me in such a manner, but every inch of Catarina was enticing me to make her mine before some other motherfucker came along. If that ever happened, I would fucking kill him before he had a chance to look at her twice.
“Baby, you’re slick with me down your thighs. Do you feel me?” When I glided my hands up her arms, she shivered but didn’t move. Her skin was like satin, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Yes.” Her moan was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. I wanted to make her do it religiously.
She stared at me through the mirror in anticipation. Lust swarmed in her eyes, and I wanted to devour every ounce of it, suck it into my memory, and never let it go.
I didn’t give her time to think. Gentle was for another time, not right then. The lust and passion were too much. I positioned my cock at her entrance, the tip drenched in her wetness. In one swift move, I was balls deep, the pressure of her clamping around me so tight I ground my teeth, biting back a curse. I clutched her hips hard, knowing she would have bruises in the morning, but it only made my dick harder and fingers clench tighter at the thought I had left my mark on her.
After gaining some semblance of control, I pumped relentlessly into her, feeling her pussy grip and retract around me. I watched her eyes in the mirror as they glazed over. She was close.
I swiveled my hips and watched as her eyes shot open, her lips slightly parted as I must have hit her sweet spot. I reached around, needing to feel the weight of her breast in my hand. I squeezed hard and kneaded up to her nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then, with one wicked thrust, I seated myself to the hilt, and she detonated uncontrollably. I watched her closely in the mirror, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. She held nothing back, shattering into a million pieces.
Her head flew back, arching her neck beautifully, letting any pleasured sounds escape her lips without restraint. She was totally uninhibited. Every movement of her body was pure and genuine. The clutch of the countertop with her hands, the curl of her foot around the cabinet door. Nothing was fake or timid, and that only made me want her that much more.
