Page 34 of Sal Gabrini: Man on Fire

Gemma gladly complied. She crawled on top of him. And as soon as Sal’s hands felt her flesh, he was all in. He began kissing her with a hard, desperate kiss that made her realize how badly he needed the release. And she responded just as desperately.

He moved down, sucking her breasts and fingering her with such intensity that it almost hurt Gemma.

Then he turned her onto her back, opened her legs, and began eating her with an urgency that had both of them moaning and groaning.

And when it was too much to wait, Sal moved up on her sleek black body and then shoved his fat white, fully aroused penis deep inside of her so hard that it caused her to open her mouth in shock by the electric feelings that shot through her entire body.

And then they were off to the races. But they weren’t rushing, even at that hour. They were slow and steady, enjoying every moment as Sal pumped his ass off and Gemma relished in every pump.

But Reno showed up. He walked in talking as he usually did, before he noticed anything. “Do you people realize what time it--”

Then he saw them. “Oh shit!” he said, hurrying back out. “Don’t you people believe in closing doors?” He began closing the door, although his horny ass took a quick look at Gemma. Her eyes were closed as if she was enjoying Sal’s fuck so much that she didn’t even realize they had been busted. Reno slammed the door shut.

But Sal and Gemma didn’t skip a beat. They messed up by forgetting to close the door, but they were too far gone in the throes of their passion to give a damn. It was as if they were putting it all on the line as they made love to one another. It was as if their love and devotion was on trial, and they were determined to prove their guilt. They loved and were devoted to one another, and with every gyration, with every pump, with every sensation they showed it.

And then they came, together, with a thunderous cum. Sal poured so much into her that it was too much for her to contain. She began pouring out. And he kept on pumping, and she kept her legs wide and her arms wrapped tightly around him as they enjoyed every second of their final moments.

And then Sal collapsed on top of her. Then he lifted up and looked into her face, rubbing her velvety-smooth skin.

“I love you Salvatore Luciano Gabrini,” Gemma said to him when he looked up at her, as she stared into his always-worried face. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

Sal smiled that closed mouth smile that let her know he needed to hear that. Then he kissed her with a peck, got up, and started heading for the shower.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” he said as he walked, “so we can come back home and do it again.”

Gemma laughed. “As if you’ve ever had that kind of energy.”

“I got more than your ass,” Sal insisted. “Bet that!”

But he smiled as he turned on the shower tap. Gemma had a way, a special, one-of-a-kind way, of making him feel better.

He’d never admit it to her or anyone else, but he was suddenly feeling excited about a night out with her and Trina, and even Reno’s nosy ass.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Their limo began driving up a steep incline in the Hollywood Hills and everybody looked out. They all knew what high living meant, but Hollywood was different. It didn’t feel real in any way, shape, or form. Fantasy land was what Reno called it, and he owned the PaLargio!

“How far up is this house?” Sal asked as they sat in the back of the limo and looked out over the hilly terrain. “Looks like some Hammer Reese shit up a mountain like this.”

Then he looked at Gemma. He could see some nervousness on her face. “You okay?” he asked her.

She smiled. “I’m good. Especially with you here.”

“Just him?” asked Reno. “What about me?”

Sal frowned. “What about your ass?”

“Gemma should be glad that I’m here too. I worry about her too.”

“What you worrying about my wife for? Worry about yourself, Reno.”

“I worry about everybody.”

“With your nosy ass,” said Sal. “Knock next time.”

Trina looked at Sal. “What’s this?”

“Your nosy ass husband decided to walk in on me and my wife doing what we do. Didn’t even knock.”

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