Page 99 of Vincenzo
A COUPLE WEEKS LATER
“So, have you decided what you’re going to do yet?” Armando asks.
“Yes, Enzo and I have been discussing it, and we think it’s time for me to make a new home for myself in NYC,” Amalia says into her phone.
Hearing her say those words to her cousin puts the biggest smile on my face. I grip her waist and pull her into me while she straddles me on the couch. She tries to hold back a giggle when her cousin speaks.
“I had a feeling you’d say that.”
“Thank you, Armando. For everything,” Amalia says. “You saved our asses in more ways than one.”
“Yeah, thank you, man,” I add. “We probably would’ve been fine without you, but you did make it a hell of a lot easier for us.” Amalia swats me on the chest.
Armando chuckles on the other end. “Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.”
I squeeze Amalia’s ass and pull her into me again, making sure to raise my hips up at the same time. Her mouth parts, and she rolls her pretty red lip in her mouth.
Fuck, I just had her and already need her again.
I’ll never get enough of Amalia.
Leaning forward, I pepper kisses on her soft skin along the delicate lace of her red bra.My favorite fucking color.
I drag my lips up to her collarbone, tracing it, and then up to her neck. She rolls her head back and wraps her free hand in my hair, tugging at the thick strands.
“Just don’t forget about me while you’re up in that frozen tundra,” Armando says.
Amalia doesn’t respond right away, clearly distracted by this insatiable need to entangle ourselves in one another again.
Giving her a nip on her neck, she finally speaks. “I-I won’t,” she stumbles out. “And you know I’m going to come and visit.” Her voice is breathy, and she tries to yank me back by the strands of my hair, but instead of letting her, I slide my mouth back down to her breast and drag the cup down. I lick the brown peak, and she lets out a small whimper.
“Alright,” Armando says. “I’m going to hang up now because I can only imagine what the fuck’s going on over there, and it’s not a picture I want in my head.”
Sucking her piercing into my mouth, I bite down. She snaps her head back up right and gasps. “Uhh, yeah, sorry, Armando. I-I’ll call you tomorrow, and we can catch up on everything that happened.”
“Mm-hm.Mañana, prima.” The unenthusiasm in his tone is clear, and I make a mental note to call him later and apologize for this feral fucking desire that consumes me when I’m with my girl, but it’s not something I can control. It’s innate. And I fucking love it.
Amalia tosses her phone on the couch and grinds down on me. It has my cock springing to life. “Really, Enzo?” she says, her voice heady with desire as she stares down at me sucking on her nipple.
“I can’t get enough of you, Little Hellion. I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing. If I want you, I’m going to take you.”
Amalia crashes her lips to mine, and I squeeze her ass, helping her grind down hard on top of me.
Our tongues clash in a ferocious display of dominance, and I let her, wanting to soak in every piece of her before I take over.
Her moans vibrate through me, and I grip her ass harder.
“You squeeze any tighter and I’m going to end up with an imprint of your hands on my ass,” she says against my lips.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” I mumble into hers, then our tongues are tangling once more, except this time, I take control.
Weaving my fingers in her hair, I tug at the soft strands until her head is craned back, allowing me access to her slender neck. I nibble my way across the sensitive skin, which has her squirming in my lap even more.
Lifting her up, I maneuver us so she’s lying back on the couch. Her dark hair splayed out on the light material is such a heavy contrast.
I pull the other cup of her bra down, fully exposing one of my most favorite things about her. She looks fucking glorious with her tits on display for me. The diamond studs sparkle under the lights, begging to be played with.
Reaching down, I take a pert nipple between my fingers and start rolling it. Her response is immediate, arching into the pleasure.
