Page 89 of Addicted to Santino

“Of course, you wanted my tongue between those thighs, Gina Galloway. I’ve spoiled you rotten.”

Skin taut and nervous, I wait for him to say “go” like this is NASCAR. But he will hurt me good for speeding.

The truck zooms down the freeway, and I have a delirious need to fuck myself just as fast.

“You may,” Santino pauses, aware of how he’s driving me wild. “Proceed.”

Breathing unsteady, I place my fingers on my throbbing clit. Round and round and enter my pussy. Santino reaches over, his fingers taking over my love button. Toes clutching under, I ground down onto my fingers.

“Shhh . . .” he orders softly. I’m staring at his lips, craving the feel of them. “I can hear your sopping pussy, Bella.”

He fists the steering wheel with one hand. His other hand smacks down onto my slit. Wet, erotic popping sounds have me prepared to lose my mind.

His fingers slap, massage, then slap again as I call his name. I reach behind me with one hand gripping the headrest. The other hand chews into the door handle. My walls take a soft pounding as I scream.

“Fuck, Bella, you’re dripping all over the leather seat.” Santino’s fingers smear cum on my face.

“Don’t you dare lick it off,” he groans. “When I find somewhere to stop, I’ll lick it off, myself.”

His fingers cleave into my cheeks, bringing my attention back to him. “Did I tell you to stop fucking yourself?”

Body slick and trembling, I muster the words. “No, Daddy.”

51

Santino

Piero suggested a tiny inn near the state line and handed me a fake passport with a set of credit cards. It’s early morning when I checked in and swiped a Santa hat from the decorated lobby counter. Then I swung back around to my truck for Gina.

Now, I’m placing the red Santa hat on my head. When I glance inside, she’s not there. On bated breath, I open the door. Nope, not laying across the seat. She’s crawled onto the floor space.

I chuckle softly. “What are you doing, Gina?”

“I don’t know.” She groans with a wistful smile; tired eyes shine up at me. “Don’t laugh at me, Santino. I’m nervous.”

I scoop her into my arms. “You’re very sleepy, aren’t you?”

“I was. Now, I’m wide awake.”

“No, you’re not.” I use the keycard that lets me into the gated area by the pool. Inside, I head toward the flight of stairs instead of the elevator.

“I can walk, Santino,” she moans. “I’m not a baby.”

“Remember 24 hours after we met, Bella?” I wink.

Her blushing face falls into my chest. “Sure, I remember those kids laughing at us as wescrewed down the street. I was at least ten pounds lighter, too.”

“Don’t remind me. I’ve jacked off to your ass every night in the cabin. All these extra curves.” I groan into her hair, rounding the bend for the third level. “Now, all I need for you to do is get a little bit of sleep.”

“But, I want you.”

“No, Bella.I want you.Eager like you were the first time I carried you a couple of blocks.”

She chortles, twirling a finger over the puffy pom of the hat on my head. “It was 1.3 miles to be precise. I’m eager for Bad Santa.”

I place her down on her bare feet at the hotel door. “We have to get you some shoes.”

Gina glances down at herself and laughs. “I’ve evolved. The only thing I’m spoiled about these days is my desire to have you in my arms, my mouth, my . . .”

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