Page 19 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Atipsy King is an odd experience. I don’t remember the last time I was around someone so carefree when they’re drunk. I haven’t known her for long, not even a week, yet it seems like she’s baring her soul already. She doesn’t have to say much because it’s written all over her expressive face and her eyes. It shows a youthful woman who has seen her fair share of hardships, brokenness and a heart that might not heal from the shit that she’s experienced.
I sit King down across from me in the Escalade. She hums along to the music playing. She removes her heels and stretches her legs out, placing them in between my legs. I raise a brow. I look at her feet and then back up at her.
King smiles, a genuine one, and I spot a dimple. I didn’t realize she had one. “I needed the space and you have enough betwixt your legs since you are man-spreading.”
I shake my head, trying not to smile. “Betwixt? You’re an odd person who speaks Shakespearean English when drunk.”
“Thou hast noticed. My Shakespearean English is absolute.” This time she smiles with all her beautiful teeth.
I can’t help as I playfully scoff. I turn away to stare out the window. I try to wipe the playfulness off my face. This isn’t right. Why am I behaving like this with her? It’s not me. My cell rings and I answer. “Sarkozy.”
“This is how you disrespect my child, my daughter!” Tatyana’s father, Nicolai Petrov yells.
I roll my eyes. “Child? She was a year younger than me and behaved like a fucking fool. I won’t explain to you why I did what I did. You are part of this life too. You betray me, you die. There’s no other way.” I reply calmly.
“You could have sent her back to me! How could you break our family like this!” He raises his voice again.
“Would you rather I lay waste to all of you for her mistake?”
“What?” I hear him audibly gasp. “Are you threatening me? You want to start a war?” He grits out.
“Start a war? I’m sure you’re plotting the million ways you can kill me. I’m not fucking stupid.”
“Tell me this, did you kill her because of that piece of ass you’re parading around?”
The same time he says that is the moment King drops to her knees and reaches out for the button of my pants. I tilt my head, watching as she does this without fumbling. She looks up at me through her lashes and she doesn’t give me some seductive expression or anything. She gives me such an innocent, unfiltered look, it rocks me to my core. I reach out to tell her to stop, but I get distracted by Michail shouting if I hear him.
“What are you shouting for?” I ask.
Before he can respond, I grunt as I feel King’s tongue licking the tip of my dick. I look down at her as she wraps her delicate fingers around my dick. She keeps her eyes on me as she licks from the base to the tip. She does this little thing with her tongue where she flattens it on the tip then folds her tongue, sticking the tip in the hole.This is… different. But it’s good because the sensitivity level of it all brings my dick to full attention. I go hard so fast, it’s painful.
King smirks as she moves back a little and spits on my dick. Then she sucks me into her mouth. The suction alone can drive a lesser man, mad. “Fuck.” I groan. When I hit the back of her throat, I hang up on Nicolai and throw my phone somewhere. I slide my fingers in her hair and form a fist. I throw my head back and direct her to let me fuck her pretty little mouth. Every sound she makes brings me closer to the edge. I feel the tip of her nails on my balls. King taps my thigh and I loosen my grip in her hair, but what she does next confirms what I think I’ve always known. She drags me out of her mouth baring her teeth, lightly grazing the length of my dick and when I feel them at my tip, I cum. King takes it all, still sucking me off while I cum. I breathe hard as she removes her mouth from me. She tucks me back into my boxer-briefs, zips and buttons me up.
I frown, running a hand over my face. “Are you hungry?” I ask King.
“Yeah, I’m starving, Ciro.” The way she says it makes me open my eyes and look at her.
She’s smiling as she stares out the window from her seat. Even with her disheveled hair and her lipstick still smudged, she’s smiling. What the fuck is this?
“Come here.” I command. King comes over and sits on my side. “When I tell you to come here, you sit on my lap. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She readjusts herself and straddles me this time.
I lean over to one compartment and remove a makeup wipe. I grab her jaw and wipe the smudged lipstick off. “Did I tell you how pretty you looked today, my piece of ass?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“What else did you get?” I ask her as I throw the wipe in the small trash behind us.
“A lot of different things. Got some panties, bras, dresses, shorts, shirts.” As King lists what she got, I fix her hair, keeping it in place.
“Interesting. So, no more walking around naked. My nephew comes in tomorrow and I’m not trying to beat a kid up for looking at my piece of ass. Got it?”
“Got it.” She smiles. “How old is your nephew?”
“Matteo is 16. He’s coming with his father, my cousin Boston, and my brother Adriano will stay with us too.” I say.
“Us?” King asks. “I live with you now?”
I’m perplexed. How the fuck did I let that slip out of my mouth? Maybe it’s the fact that my dick is getting hard just having her stare at me like this. I smirk. “Who will kick you out if I say you’re staying, huh?”
I grab her jaw again and the back of her head as I kiss her. I’m not giving my toy to anyone else. Nope. Not going to happen.
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