Page 22 of Blinded By The Sun
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Ciro made good on his word. I have never experienced having sex for the rest of the entire evening. Ciro Sarkozy is the epitome ofkeeping his word.After the first time, Ciro ordered food and I ate to my heart’s content. Then he showed me the best way to burn it all off.
I turn on my back as I hearPoutinebark. I slowly unravel myself from the sheets and squint around the sunlit room.Poutinebarks again and I look at him. He whimpers and I smile at him.
“Hi buddy. How did you sleep?” I ask as he jumps on the bed and maneuvers into the bedsheets. I can’t help but giggle. I cuddle him as he wants me to.
“You’ll spoil him if I tell him no and you let him in my fucking bed, Kingsley,” Ciro says. I follow the sound of his voice and I gasp at the fact that he’s naked from head to toe.
I take a deep breath in and I let it out slowly. I feel like I can look at him for eternity and not look anywhere else, even if someone tries to distract me. Ciro cocks his brow and clears his throat, but I can’t look away. I frown because I really don’t want to. He’s a work of art;the tattoos peppered all over his lean yet fit body make him appear both sinister and sexy. His shoulders are quickly becoming what I like to sink my fingernails into. The only thing that distracts me is the boisterous laughter coming from the other side of the door. “Your family is here?” I ask quietly.
Ciro nods. “Yeah. Now, let me go over some fucking rules with you. You ready?” Ciro asks but doesn’t even give me a chance to respond. “One, if you walk into a room, you always greet me first. It doesn’t matter who the fuck is in the room. It could be your father or the Prime Minister of this damned country but I don’t give two shits. You’ll say hi to me because you’re my toy. Two, I don’t share. I don’t give a damn if it’s my drink, my cigarette, or you, I don’t give what I’m fucking to others. So do your best to remember it. Three, my cousin and my brother are off limits. Even when you go your own way, they’re not to be touched. I’m the only Sarkozy you’ll ever get the chance of touching. Four, you kiss me wherever and whenever. I don’t mean body parts. I mean when I tell youembrasse moiin the middle of the grocery store, or at a damneddepanneur, you’ll do it. Or if I tell you to do it and we’re both in the washroom while you’re taking a leak, you’ll give me your lips. Got it?”
I widen my eyes, storing that information. I nod. “Yes, I got it. But I have a question.”
“Ask away.”
“You don’t like to share, but you had an open relationship with your wife?”
“That was different. I did it, tried it, experienced it and guess what? It’s not me. I don’t like shit like that. I don’t want another reason to kill more pussy. Actually, add this new rule, five, you be yourself. You’ll spout out your nerd shit and not keep it to yourself. If it’s some Shakespearean English bullshit, then speak it loud and proud. Six, none of that not looking me in the eye bullshit. You already don’t know how to follow it so learn to follow things. Last one, Stop smiling at these fuckers that work for me. I love to punish but baby, you don’t want to find out how much worse they can get.” A smirk appears on his face. “Or maybe that’s what you want.” He bites his bottom lip.
“I like your punishments.” I admit.
Ciro groans. “Fuck. I don’t have time for this, Kingsley. Don’t act up right now when I can’t fuck you. I have shit to do.”
“Okay. I’ll go shower then.” I say. I givePoutinea quick kiss and get out of the bed. I hiss at the soreness that shoots through my entire body. I look up to meet Ciro’s eyes and he’s watching me like a lion that’s ready to attack if I make one wrong move. I say nothing as I suck in the air and make my way to the shower.
I relax when the water hits my body but before I shower Ciro walks into the shower and pushes me against the shower tile. I moan as he turns me around to face him. Ciro lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I inhale as he slips inside. I throw my head back as I let this feeling take over me every time Ciro is inside of me. I don’t know how anyone else before me could take him and not want to come back for seconds, I don’t know if I can ever move away from this. And when it’s gone, what am I going to do? It’ll be hard for me when I end up having withdrawals from this drug that is so pure, so rare and full of life.
How is he not tired? I’m so tired, but not enough because even the soreness is nothing compared to feeling him against my body. Ciro runs hot, really hot, and against someone like me, it’s warmth. It feels like he’s burning me from the inside out and I shouldn’t like it but this is all that I want. I moan loudly as he switches up the rhythm. I don’t know what this is, but I accept it for what it is. He fucks me up against the wall in a way that makes me want to cry. He isn’t as rough anymore. “Ciro… Oh God, Cir.” I don’t even know if I can finish his name on my lips.
“Fuck, call me that again, Kingsley. Say it!” He commands.
“Cir!” I moan out louder.
“Louder!” This time, he slips out and slams right back in. “Fuck, I said louder!”
“CIR!”I cum and I swear I’m done for. I can’t even function enough to understand how this is possible. Scientifically or rather medically, this is impossible.
Ciro slips out of me slowly and leans in, biting my neck hard. I yelp and then he lets go. “Now, you’re ready to meet them. Shower and then come out.” he says to me.
I don’t think this time, instead I act and dig my fingernails in his shoulders and make a trail down his biceps then back up ending in his hair. I pull him to me and kiss him hard. This is what he wants, right? I’m not breaking any rules, now am I? I shudder at the way he kisses me back like nothing else matters. What is going on with me? It’s too early, isn’t it? I shouldn’t like him already, right? “Yes, Sir, I mean Ciro.” I say when I break the kiss.
Ciro narrows his eyes and then gives me his signature smirk. “You broke a rule, you know?”
“Which one?” I ask, perplexed.
“Rule number 1, you haven’t said hi to me.”
“Hi, Ciro.” I say, feeling myself blush.
Ciro bites his lip, then leans in and licks over the bite he did before. He puts me down and kisses all over my body with a trail leading down my body. He continues as he gets lower to his knees. He looks back up at me as he lifts one knee and kisses my ankle. “You see how much closer you get me on my knees when you greet me in the morning?” He teases.
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck me.” he says.
Ciro stands and grabs my neck. He brings me closer to him and kisses me hard as hell. I lift to the tips of my toes and feel like I’m drowning even in the light water in the shower. What is wrong with me?
