Page 57 of DeLucas After Dark

He sets me on top of the marble cabinet in the middle of my closet and lays me out like a Thanksgiving turkey. Spreading my legs wider, he pulls me to the edge of the cabinet and twirls his tongue in circles against my clit before moving down to take slow, long licks from my labia.

My hands reach for his hair, but he grips my wrists and presses them to my sides. My hips jerk up, pressing myself deeper into him, encouraging him to take his fill.

Marco differs from most men I’ve dated in the past because he loves eating pussy. It’s his favorite, even beyond penetration. He’s great at sex, and he loves it, but I swear he loves cunnilingus more, and I don’t mind that he does.

He absentmindedly releases one of my arms, and when I go to reach for his hair again, I remember that he doesn’t want me to touch him. It’s not like he doesn’t want me to, but it’s a little game we play. Instead, I rest my hand on my abdomen, and that’s when I see it, and it makes me smile.

The platinum three-carat ring with three rows of Pavé diamonds winks lovingly at me, reminding me that just four short months ago, I accepted his marriage proposal. I haven’t set a date yet, and the reminder of why instantly saddens me.

My parents refuse to meet Marco or even accept him in my life. They know who he is and all about his past. My mother claims that he’s the reason for me leaving my former fiancé, Kenneth, at the altar. Never mind the fact that Kenneth had an entire child and ex-wife he’d hidden from me. An ex-wife that he’d been involved with up until three weeks before our wedding.

I left him standing at the altar, and my mother hasn’t forgiven me for that. Compound that with the fact that I’m engaged to a man from a well-known organized crime family, a man who happens to be a capo in the DeLuca mafia family.

My father knew that Kenneth wasn’t shit, and he was okay with me not marrying him. He was the only person who knew that I planned to leave Kenneth at the altar after confronting him on his bullshit. Yet, he’s also not happy about me “rebounding” with Marco.

I don’t care about that. I also don’t care that he was in an arranged marriage for a long time, one that he could only leave by losing his life because the marriage was sanctioned by his father and the don of the DeLuca family.

What I do care about is that I’ve loved this man for more than a decade, and I finally have a chance with him. Even as he slides his tongue and fingers inside of me, the sadness that lurks in the background tries to come in and tamper my spirit.

The sadness comes from my parents refusing to be in my life now that I’m with Marco. Initially, it was the strained phone calls and visits. It whittled down to them not calling or visiting me but me always calling and visiting. The next phase was them not returning my calls or always being too busy for me to visit until they’d finally told me that I had to choose. They couldn’t be a part of my life if Marco were in it. His lifestyle went against their religious beliefs.

A tear slips from the corner of my eye, but I press those thoughts out and focus on the man between my legs. The man who’s determined to make me happy regardless of everything else. He’s moaning, and his slurps are growing louder as he hums his contentment into my pussy.

Marco’s eyes open, and his gaze slowly rises to meet mine, and that sly smirk crosses his lips as he pulls back.

“Turn around,” he says with glistening lips.

I sit up on the cabinet and turn around with my ass facing him as I position myself on all fours. I hear him rummaging around in one of the cabinet drawers before he places his hands on either side of my hips, positioning me the way he wants me.

My body stretches just a little to make room for the toy he inserts inside of me. I have no idea what he’s using until the soft pulsation of the vibrator stimulates me, making me gasp in pleasure and suck in a lungful of air as he sucks me, licks me, and nips at me.

It’s not long before the dip in my back increases, my legs spread wider, and my ass juts in the air giving him more access to me. I began to collapse and damn near fall off the cabinet as I scream, “Marco!”

Though my man holds me up, and though he doesn’t finish with me just because I’m finished, he manages to push all thoughts of my parents away.

It takes a few more minutes before he finishes, humming in contentment. I hear him leave my closet, and I’m sure he’s heading into our bathroom.

I’m still lying on the cabinet five minutes later when he comes by and smacks me on the ass.

“Get in the shower. I’ll handle getting your things packed. We’ll roll out as soon as you’re dressed.”

“Kay,” I mumble tiredly as he helps me off the cabinet.

Yeah, I’d be just fine staying in bed with him for the rest of the day.

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Snow falls around us and glitters like diamonds on the street. White streetlights twinkle in the dark, adding to the festive merriment of the colorful Christmas lights hung on telephone poles and outlining business windows, making them look more welcoming.

Frank Sinatra’sHave Yourself A Merry Little Christmasplays from speakers posted along the street over each business. Santa Claus, reindeer, and holly decorate the light posts along the way. Everything works together to give the beautiful town character and that small-town Christmas ambiance.

Marco pulls the door of O’Callahan’s Pub open, and I step inside, brushing the snowflakes from my shoulders. Removing my cap, I stuff it into my coat pocket and shake my curls out. We stopped here to get something to eat first before arriving at our destination for the evening.

“It’s much warmer in here,” I say.

“There’s one empty table over there. You want to grab it?” he asks, pointing to the left of a fireplace.

“Yes,” I say excitedly as a little chill runs through me.

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