Page 33 of Blood & Loyalties
“What the hell!” I yelled, turning my head to see his face.
The smirk that played on his lips told me he knew exactly what he was doing. Bastard.
His hand smoothed over my back, holding me in position. “Dolcezza, I know what you want.”
In one slow, deep thrust, he was balls deep, hitting that magical spot inside me and sending me over. I sucked in a breath, trying to regain some sort of sanity, as his thrusts became almost brutal. My body wanted more of him.
His dick left me in a quick move and my pussy cried out at the loss. I didn’t have time to think as he flipped me over onto my back, thrusting back inside of me, my eyes going wide. I felt his elbows come down on either side of my head, enclosing me. He stared into my eyes compelling me to look back.
My hands grasped his hard back, digging my nails in, trying to hold on. I knew he would definitely have marks, which I was actually pretty happy about.
Looking deep into his eyes with every thrust, I saw more that I wanted to in them. It scared the living shit out of me. Lust, longing, and more that I wanted to ignore, but it was there lingering in his depths.
I quickly turned away, not wanting my heart to feel it. His hand cupped my chin gently, turning my head so I connected with his eyes again. There was no way there was something more in them. No way. I was seeing things. Had to be.
“You look at me. Only me.”
I did, never looking away. The fire inside his eyes mixed with what I was hoping I was mistaking for only lust swirling around like a tornado inside those beautiful blue eyes. As his hips began to piston, my thighs dropped to the blanket and his penetration became deeper, so much deeper.
His arm hooked under one of my legs, pushing my knee to my ear. This time, his plunges were hard.So hard.Every muscle in his body must be on high speed. My pussy throbbed. I was so close, so fucking close. He started moving his hips in a circular motion that hit every fucking nerve connected to my pussy, and that did it.
I set off, flying high in the sky, and a stream of curses escaped my lips quickly until breathing was unbearable.
He continued to pump hard, not giving me a moment of reprieve. He lowered my leg to the ground. His fingers strummed my clit, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing over and over again.
“No, I can’t,” I whined, my body spent.
“Now,” he ordered.
Something about the command had fire racing through me again. I didn’t set right off, because who really did by a command? Yet within seconds I was shooting high with Jag right behind me, grunting my name.
As he stilled, he looked down at me and smiled, slowly pulling out. He crashed next to me, pulling me firmly to his body, my back to his front, my body loving the closeness of his. We laid there in comfortable silence for what felt like forever, my eyes slowly drifting closed, because in sleep I didn’t have to think of the connection we just shared.
“Ahh … not again, woman. Get up. Let’s go back to your place. You can sleep there.” He moved away, standing up and holding out his hand to help me up.
When I grabbed the blanket under us, wiping the remnants of his come off my thighs before getting dressed, he quirked his eyebrow in question.
“What, you think I’m gonna walk around with your come everywhere?”
He pulled me against him, slamming my breasts into his chest. “Nothing would make me fucking hotter than knowing I’m smeared all over your legs and inside that beautiful pussy of yours,dolcezza.”
My knees started to buckle, so I grasped his shoulder, trying not to fall over. He smiled, obviously loving the effect he was having on me. I shook my head, clearing out the thoughts and gathering myself.
We dressed quickly then threw everything in the back of the car. The car was quiet, and for the first time, I realized that both Scraper and Hulk heard and probably saw Jag and I having sex. Whatever.
“Boss, your phone’s been going off like mad, but I didn’t answer it ’cause of who was calling, but you might need to call her back.”
My body stiffened at the wordher.Yeah. He had definitely said her. Shit, wife, girlfriend? Shit … Shit. I did not screw around with men who had significant others, let alone fuck them. Ever.
Anger rose as the happy feelings from only moments ago began to dissipate in a cloud of dust.
“Good going, dip shit.” Jag smacked Hulk upside the head then put his hand out for his phone.
I didn’t even bother glancing over. I kept my eyes trained outside the window on the darkness. He did realize what I had done to the first guy who cheated on me, and the same fucking went if I happened to be with a cheater without realizing it. We Italian women were a lot of things, but I would tell you right now, a pushover was not fucking one of them.
I could feel my face becoming fierce with fire as rage swarmed through me like angry wasps ready to sting. I tried to sit quietly, but even I could hear my heavy breathing reverberating through the car.
Jag’s phone rang, and he answered it while putting a hand on my thigh. I pulled away from his touch, not bothering to look at him. This was just sex right? Even with that my morals ran strong and deep. I didn’t play a damn game.I knew I shouldn’t have allowed him in.
