Page 86 of By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers 4)

Greta’s eyes widened and she jerked. I pulled away a couple of inches and rasped against her swollen flesh. “Too much?”

Greta hesitated, biting her lower lip. I kept circling her clit gently then leaned up and closed my lips around it. I suckled lightly and Greta let out another soft moan. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I suckled and caressed her softly for several minutes, pulling back whenever she came close to release and licking up her arousal. Greta was completely relaxed and her moans rang out low and breathless. Giving her pleasure like that was the best experience I could imagine. She was allowing me to do this, completely letting loose. She didn’t hide her arousal from me. And when she arched up with a cry as I suckled that little nub between my lips, her toes pointed as if she was about to dance ballet, I drank the sight in.

Her hips bucked and her pussy spasmed deliciously against my mouth.

Eventually the tension slid away and she sat up with a sated smile, stroking my hair, and I smiled hungrily up at her as I lapped up every trace of her release. She watched me with fascination and gratefulness. I pulled back and pecked her clit before I cupped her face and pulled her in for a deep kiss. When I drew back, she licked her lips with a small frown, tasting herself.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes almost feverish. This had to be a lot for her to take in.

“I want to do the same for you,” she whispered. I pushed a bit higher, bracing myself on the remaining armrest and kissed her again.

A phone rang, tearing us out of our own world, and Greta gave me an apologetic smile. I leaned back, so Greta could reach the phone that rested on a small side table beside the armchair. “Nevio,” she said. “Video call.”

I stood and stepped back, trying to rearrange my cock, but it was too hard. Greta only quickly pushed her strap back on her shoulder before she took the call. I assumed if she took too much time to answer his call, he’d suspect something was wrong and come here to protect her.

With the camera directed at her flushed face, she spoke up. “Hey Nevio, your call is early.”

“We’re heading out early this evening.”

Just hearing his voice, the hairs on my neck rose, and my business mind jumped into action. Where were they heading? Could I ambush them?

“You look sick. You’re all sweaty.”

Greta gave a small laugh and outside of the camera’s view she lowered her legs from the armrest but it gave me a kick imagining how Nevio would completely lose his mind if he knew what was going on here. “I’m fine. It’s just really hot in here and I had to carry Dotty outside to pee.”

“So you’re fine? I know you said you wanted to be alone to process what happened, but I can come over with Massimo and Alessio, and we can have fun together.”

“Nothing we can do out here is something you consider fun.”

“Touché. But I’d do it for you.”

I couldn’t believe how gentle his voice could be. Was this really the same violent, crazy madman I knew? But I supposed my voice changed too when I talked to Greta. What was it about this girl that made violent creatures, animals and humans alike, become docile?

Greta yawned.

“Already tired?”

I smirked. Two orgasms must have exhausted her. It was only seven-thirty after all.

“I didn’t sleep well these last two nights.”

“Then go to bed and stop thinking about the asshole. He’s on me, I told you,” Nevio said. “And tomorrow you come back home. Your animals can do without you.”

Greta shook her head with a small smile. “I’ll be back the day after when Jill’s going to be back to feed the animals.”

“That whore shouldn’t have gone on a trip in the first place.”

Greta’s face flashed with disapproval. “She’s trying to reconcile with her father before he dies. And don’t call her that.”

“Sheisa whore. She worked in our whorehouse for two decades before you made her your zookeeper.”

“Nevio.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll have to head out now.”

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