Page 37 of Under the Influence
Fuck me if I don’t brush against a chain around her waist. I’m so fucking hard I can’t think straight. I tug on the metal. “What the fuck isthis?”
“A belly necklace.” My cock twitches from her breathless whisper. “I bought it with your card. You said anything I want. And what I want is to make youhappy.”
Fuck this spanking game. I spin her around and tug up the white hem of her dress. Yanking the heavy black fabric over her head. Leaving her only in lingerie, thigh high boots, and my gift. God. Fucking. Damn. She’s absolutelystunning.
“Fuck angel you look likea–“
“Whore?”
A shy smile I fucking love curls across her flushed face. Fuck me hard. I grab her hips and tug her closer, brushing my lips against her shoulder. “I was going to say goddess, but I like you being my naughty little whore. You’re fuckingincredible.”
Her body arches from my praise. “Only for youGiovanni.”
“Fuck yes Books. Only forme.”
I drop down to my knees and shove her thighs apart, biting the drenched sliver of silk covering her pussy. Jesus she’s beautiful. Her gorgeous laugh bounces off the marble when I rip away her panties. Unwilling to wait for her to slide them off. Because I need to fuck her. Right now. In those boots. With nothing but her present betweenus.
Cupping her ass cheeks, I lift her higher up the wall. Her heaven level with my mouth. The only thing holding her up is me. The only thing she needs is me. The only man she fucking knows is me. With the first lick, her fingers drive through my hair. Nails scrapping my scalp. Moans burning my ears. Honey coating mytongue.
Mine.
I growl against her clit. How I ever thought I could live without her – without this – I have no fucking clue. But neither of us will ever know that feelingagain.
No matter how much I fucking love her riding my face, I need her. Somehow I manage to get to my feet still holding her without falling on my ass. Her gaze meets mine while I suck her arousal off my bottom lip. Pinning her against the staircase while her hands furiously battle with my zipper. This time I involuntarily arch toward her, anticipating her delicate fingers dipping into my boxer briefs and releasing my engorgedcock.
Almost coming in her hand when I’m free and she guides me to her. With one long push, I’m inside her. Welcoming her gasp when I’m seated as far as I can go. Her small body accepting all she can while her pussy walls milk me trying to suck me indeeper.
Over and over, I pull out and slide back in. Both of us watching. The only cock she’ll ever know gliding between her soft, drenched lips. “That’s us angel. Just like you wanted. Me and youfucking.”
“Yes.”
Emotion breaks her voice. Knowing how much this means to both of us. All the doubt finally gone. “That’s me inside you. My dick and your sweet pussy fucking perfecttogether.”
Guess she doesn’t want to watch anymore as her hands unclench from my shirt and her slender arms tendril around my neck. Hugging me with her fragile body pressed to mine. Shifting us from fucking to making love. This time happy tears dampen my neck as she snuggles in while I pound into her. Because as much as I need to be gentle I can’t hold back. With her trapped between the railing and my chest, I am a fucking happybastard.
And I’m getting ready to fucking explode. I need her there too, and twist her clit on my stomach muscle. Back and forth. Again and again. Until her head flies back with her cries. She lets loose and so does my dick. My release screaming unconfined as I convulse, emptying myself deep within her. “FuckBooks.”
I try to keep my fucking knees from buckling while I rock into her. Enjoying her sweet kisses on the side of my throat while Ifly.
A soft giggle tickles my blazing skin. “I didn’t even get to take my braoff.”
I swear to fucking god my spent cock twitches from the mention of her magnificent tits. My eyes flick open. Taking in her gorgeous sated expression. Wild temptation challenging me. “And I still owe you a pinkass.”
Her squeal surrounds us as I step around her shit scattered on the floor and carry her up the stairs. Still buried deep in my girl’s pussy where I belong. We really arehome.
“Merry Christmas.”
The excitement of an eager child dances in his eyes while I fight the tears in mine from his gloved hand wrapped tight around the trunk of a huge evergreen. Maybe he's forgotten that I know he's never had a Christmas tree before. That he's never drank hot chocolate or wrapped presents or hid behind the curtains trying to catch sight of Santa Claus in the middle of the night. Only to wake up safe and warm back in his ownbed.
Instead, he had a candy cane once from his kindergarten teacher. Dropped in the crush of kids escaping out the door when the bell rang for holiday break. Rationing himself to one broken piece a day to make the treat last as long as possible. Or the year his mom promised him a real Christmas dinner and instead lost custody of him for the third time after the ham burned bad enough to set off the smoke detector while she slumped on the sofa, passed out after too much spiked eggnog. When he started hustling for Ricky and scraped together enough to buy her a real diamond necklace. That she traded to her dealer the very nextday.
Horrible childhood stories related to me with a nonchalance I don't believe. For as tough and stubborn and overbearing he is, his broken psyche still aches for normalcy. That I'm thrilled to give him. That I'm determined to make new memories with him. If not perfect, that at least fill the hollowness in his heart. "When you said you were running an errand, I didn't know you meant buying a Christmastree."
"Two errands actually." He gives the fir a gentle shake. "Come on. We don't have allday."
I set my mug down on the kitchen table next to my laptop and wave to his housekeeper, Mrs. Gibson. Who smiles yet still seems to be floating in a haze of shock as she mixes gingerbread from the list of cookies he requested this morning at breakfast. Following the trail of needles to the den, where he's already squatting on the floor assembling a rotating stand. The long sleeve tee and jeans a nice departure from his formal suit. More proof of the changes occurring withinhim.
"I have a present for you." Nodding toward a rolled up paper on the new desk, his huge hand wraps around mine and he leads me over to his gift. The excitement in his demeanor is contagious and my stomach swirls. "Check itout."
