The Mafia's Curvy Woman (Curvy Women Wanted Book 15)

by Sam Crescent

  “Hey, beautiful,” he said.

  “Hey. You think I’m beautiful?”

  “Yes.” He walked toward the bath, and he didn’t even have to ask her to move. She made room for him behind her.

  He’d never shared a bath or shower with any woman.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “I’m okay. A little sore but I’m okay.” She leaned back against him. “I don’t know what to expect with you.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Should I be afraid of you?” she asked, tilting her head back. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  “I want to enjoy you.”

  “For how long?”

  “You think this has a time stamp?”

  “I’ve never done anything like this. Is my dad expecting me back? Will you take me back to him? I don’t know what to think or feel anymore.” She rubbed at her temple.

  He took her hands and kissed her head. “Stop worrying. Stop thinking of anything but enjoying our time together.” She wasn’t ready to hear that he intended to keep her for a long time. “You’ll be living here. You don’t have to cook or clean for me.”

  “And if I want to?”

  “You can do whatever you want, but I do also pay someone.”

  “I like to cook at least. Cleaning is okay, but I do love to cook,” she said.

  “There will be days, even weeks when I won’t be able to come here.”

  “Are you married?”

  He laughed. “No. I’m not married.”

  She looked up at him. “Work?”

  “Yes, I’ll have to go for work. You can’t come with me.”

  “I know. It’s dangerous.”

  He stared down at her. “You know who I am, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “When?”

  “My dad tried to keep me locked in a cage, but that doesn’t mean I need to be locked in a cage. I know what you do and who you are. I know you also bought me. Made a deal with my dad. I also know that I don’t care what it is you do. I like being here with you.” She sighed. “Sorry.”

  “You never said anything.”

  “Why would I?”

  “Some women would have called the cops.”

  “I guess I’m not some women.”

  “No, you’re not.” He brushed his lips across hers. “You’re something else entirely.”

  She chuckled. “What do you like to do on your downtime?”

  “There is rarely any downtime for me, but I like watching movies when I can.”

  “What kind?”

  He couldn’t help but smile. “Are you trying to get to know me, Pet?”

  “Maybe. Is that so hard?” she asked.

  Marco was used to women wanting his credit card after taking his cock, not knowing more about him. He was going to have to get used to having Petal around and not expecting her to react like all the other women in his life.

  She was different, and he needed to start treating her as such.

  Kissing her again, he knew it wasn’t going to be a challenge. He already loved spending time with her, and she was still nervous about being near him. That would all change. He’d make sure of it.

  Chapter Four

  Petal closed her eyes as she snuggled against Marco. After he’d taken her virginity, she had gotten him all to herself for three days before he had to leave again. He’d gotten a call that had taken him away from her.

  She liked having him around, and now she had him back after two and a half weeks of not seeing him. There was a calendar in his bedroom, and she’d marked off the days.

  He’d finally turned up on a Sunday.

  The moment she saw him, she’d wanted to run into his arms, but she held herself back. She didn’t know what he expected from her or what he hoped she’d do. All of this was new to her, and she found it so confusing at times.

  Her parents had called her. Marco had left her a cell phone for them to get in touch, but it wasn’t the same anymore as being with Marco.

  He randomly sent guards to her to take the lists of things she required for them to shop for. She couldn’t go out yet, and she’d been in the apartment now without leaving for nearly a month. She’d wanted to go out, but the moment Marco entered, all she wanted to do was snuggle up against him as he unwound from the day.

  There were a couple of other things she wanted more, but for now, being against him, holding him, knowing he was alive, that was enough. It would have to do.

  Every now and then, he’d kiss the top of her head and hold her arm a little tighter. She had glanced so many times at his cock, and all she wanted to do was ask him if he wanted to … experiment.

  Her body had fully recovered.

  She felt fine.

  Perfect even.

  Only she was horny in a bad way.

  All she had been able to think about for days now was his cock, feeling him inside her. She’d wake up, covered in sweat from wet dreams, her pussy dripping with need.

  It wasn’t fair. He’d given a taste of what she could have, and now she wanted more of it, was hungry for everything he could give her.

  She had read so much in her books and knew there was a lot more pleasure to be had between a man and woman, if only she knew how to draw him out.

  It was … impossible.

  What did she do to make him realize she wanted him?

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re doing a lot of fidgeting for nothing.”

  “I’m going to go and get us a drink. Do you want anything?” she asked. She didn’t wait around for him to say anything and disappeared into his kitchen. Opening the fridge, she was very aware he’d followed her.

  She stared at the open fridge as he pressed against her back.

  “What is going on?” he asked.

  “It’s nothing.” There was nothing going on with her. She wanted to touch him, explore him, and so much more but didn’t have the first clue of how to tell him.

  He gripped her arm, closed the fridge door, and pressed her against it. Her heart started to beat rapidly, and when he cupped her around the neck, tilting her chin up, she couldn’t look away.

  “Now, I know you’re lying.”

  “I’m not lying.”

  “Your pulse says otherwise. I expect more from you, Pet. I don’t want to have to work to figure out what is wrong with you. I’ve had a hell of a couple of weeks. Life is rather shitty right now, and you’re the only ray of light I’ve got. I don’t want to waste the time I’ve got with you over bullshit. Tell me what is wrong.”

  “It’s … stupid.”

  “Now!” He growled the word, and it made her jump.

  She was wasting time. It was stupid of her, and she hated that he yelled at her. Now, she was pissed.

  Shoving him hard, she glared at him. “You may get what you want everywhere else. There is no reason to growl at me because I’m having a hard time telling you exactly what I want!”

  He raised a brow.

  “I’m not finished.” She held her hand up. “I’ve been in this damn apartment, waiting for you to come back. I’m new at all of this, and you lose your temper with me?” She was pissed now, but still very much horny. “If you must know, Marco, I was thinking of a way of approaching sex with you. I don’t know what to do. All I know is it has been a couple of weeks and I’ve thought about you nonstop. I want you, and that’s why I’m freaking out. Do I just come out and say, ‘Marco, I want you to fuck me’? What do I do?”

  She took a deep breath and slammed a hand across her mouth when she realized she had kept on talking. She hadn’t stopped, and now he knew the truth.

  The raised brow lowered, and she saw the cocky grin return. He stepped toward her as she had shoved him away.

  The fridge stopped any chance of her escaping, and she tilted her head back to look at him.

  “You want to fuck, Pet?”

 
She nodded her head.

  He placed a finger on her chin, slowly dragging it down her body, through the valley of cleavage to finally cup her pussy. She wore a pair of pajama bottoms, but it wasn’t enough to protect her from his touch.

  “You think all I wanted to do was watch a movie?”

  “You put it on.”

  “I want you to be comfortable around me, Pet. The movie was a means to an end. I would gladly be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and all you had to do was ask.” He picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen to their bedroom.

  That wasn’t so bad.

  ****

  Dropping Petal down onto the bed, Marco grabbed her pajama bottoms, which were cute little ducks, and pulled them right off. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he sent a little prayer to whoever was watching him because they clearly gave a shit about him.

  Spreading Petal’s thighs, he stared down at her pussy. He’d been dreaming about this ever since he’d left her. The last thing he wanted to do was to be anywhere but with her. Still, when duty called, he had no choice but to respond.

  He touched her pussy, stroking her wet flesh. Sliding a finger deep inside her, he felt how tight she was. He added a second finger and watched her cunt as he started to stretch her open, wanting her ready to take all of his cock. He pushed his thumb to her clit and began to stroke from side to side, feeling her answering pulse as she gripped his fingers tightly.

  “You’re the only person I thought about all fucking day, Petal. It was hard not to tell everyone to fuck off and deal with their own problems so I could come home and fuck you. You’re all I want.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and sucked them into his mouth.

  He closed his eyes as the taste of her exploded on his tongue. She was fucking amazing.

  Gripping her thighs, he pressed his face against her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit before moving down to fuck her with his tongue.

  She screamed his name, and he reached up, gripping her tits, squeezing them.

  “Yes, fuck yes. Marco, please don’t stop,” she said.

  It was the best sound in the world. He was more than pleased her parents hadn’t made her too sweet. Hearing “fuck” spill from her lips turned him on. He didn’t want her to be ashamed of her own desires and relished exploring them with her, when she was ready, of course.

  “You drive me wild,” he said, kissing up her body.

  “Why did you stop?” she asked, ending on a moan as he kissed her.

  “You’re going to come around my cock.” He reached between them. Holding his cock to her entrance, he stared into her eyes, and this time, he was slow as he filled her. He took his time, sinking inside her inch by glorious fucking inch. She squeezed him so tight, and it felt amazing.

  He didn’t want to stop. On the last few inches, he slammed in deep and heard her gasp.

  “You’re not in pain?”

  “No, it feels wonderful.”

  He lifted her legs so they wrapped around his waist. Next, he locked his fingers with hers, putting her hands beside her head so he had complete control. She was spread open, at his mercy as he began to rock inside her. He worked his cock so he touched her clit, that little bud of nerves that made a woman go wild.

  Marco loved watching her as she came undone on his dick.

  In and out, he took his sweet time. He didn’t even know where his patience had come from because all he wanted to do was fuck her hard and take her deep.

  Right now, he wanted to feel every single ripple and pulse of her cunt as she took him. She had the tightest pussy, and it was the best.

  Taking possession of her lips, he listened to her moan.

  When he couldn’t take it anymore, he moved up, going to his knees and having Petal rest her ass against his thighs. He stared down at where they were connected and slid his fingers through her slit, touching her pussy.

  He felt her quiver as he teased her nub, stroking her. She was so wet for him, and he wanted to feel her come all over his cock.

  “Come for me, Pet. Show me how much you’ve missed my dick.”

  It didn’t take her long to find her peak, and even before she’d come down from her orgasm, he grabbed her legs and started to pound inside her. His dick was wet from her arousal, and he was so hard.

  The sounds of their fucking filled the air. She cried his name, and he was never going to get tired of this.

  “Yes, yes, please, it feels so good.”

  He fucked her harder. The bed slammed against the wall with the force of his thrusts. He filled her once more, going to the hilt as he came, flooding her womb with his cum. Wave upon wave of his release spilled inside her. He was shocked by how much he actually came, but this was what he’d wanted.

  He loved watching Petal, the way her tits bounced, the feel of her curves wrapped around his body.

  Even her pussy was a dream, and he couldn’t give her up, not ever.

  “I missed you,” he said, smiling down at her.

  She chuckled. “I missed you too.”

  He looked into her eyes and wondered if she was just copying what he was saying or if she truly really meant what she said.

  Stroking her cheek, he couldn’t help but yearn for the truth to have spilled from her lips. He wanted her more than anything, and that was never going to change.

  Kissing her lips, he bit down on her bottom one and loved her moan. “From now on, you tell me the truth. You want to fuck, you tell me we’re going to fuck, and we will. You don’t hold back. You don’t pretend. We will fuck. Whatever you want, wherever you want it. I live to serve your hungry pussy.” He kissed her again so she wouldn’t argue with him.

  Her mouth was the next thing he wanted on his dick, but for now, he couldn’t get enough of her pussy.

  Chapter Five

  Petal ran her hands up and down Marco’s thighs. She knelt on the floor in front of him and waited for further instruction. He’d been hers for twenty-four hours, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment with him.

  “You’ve got this look in your eye. What do you want?” he asked.

  “I want to … lick you?”

  “You do?”

  She glanced down at his cock and saw it outlined in his suit pants. Her mouth watered. She had read about sucking a man’s cock, and Marco had a very nice one. She wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave her.

  “Yes.”

  “You ever sucked a man’s dick before?”

  “You know I haven’t.” She loved being a virgin in all things, especially as it drove Marco crazy. He loved the fact no other man had ever touched her. She belonged to him, and now no one else would get to touch her.

  He reached down, stroking a curl of her brown hair behind her ear.

  “You got yourself down there. Show me what you’ve got.”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “You’re being a little tease now. You know you’ve got to get my dick out first. Do it.”

  She wanted to suck him, to be more experienced with him, but it was still a little … embarrassing. She didn’t know what she was doing, and she didn’t want to spoil anything.

  “I’ll make it easy for you.” Marco released his belt, sliding the leather out of the loops. “The rest is up to you.”

  He rested his head on his hand.

  At first, she’d thought he was bored, but she had come to realize quite quickly that Marco wasn’t bored. He just liked to watch her. She’d noticed it all those times he came to her father’s. Whenever she was around, his gaze would always be on her, and she liked it.

  Even as her hands shook, she worked his button open. This had to be the first time he had a woman nervous to pleasure him.

  He wasn’t forcing her.

  She wanted this.

  She slid the zipper down, the sound seeming to echo in the room. She sat back.

  “He’s not going to crawl out of there. You’re going to have to touch me.”

  She took a de
ep breath and reached into his pants, taking hold of his cock. He was rock-hard, and as she gripped him, he let out a hiss. She immediately let him go, not wanting to hurt him.

  “It’s okay. I’m just having to get used to you.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It doesn’t hurt. I want to fuck you so badly. Your mouth will have to do.” His smile had her stomach flip.

  She didn’t know how he managed to make her feel so much. He had to have a gift. She took hold of his dick again, easing it out of his suit pants. He let out a groan, and this time, she didn’t stop until she finally had him exposed.

  His cock stood out, long and wide.

  “You’ve got him now, Pet. You’re going to have to deal with him.”

  Nibbling the corner of her mouth, she was suddenly overcome with nerves.

  “Lick the tip,” he said.

  She pressed her tongue to the head and licked him.

  “Don’t stop. Now, go down the sides.” She did as he said. Closing her eyes, she started to lick his cock. “Good, good. Now, take me in your mouth.”

  She sucked the tip of his cock, only she didn’t stop, sliding her mouth over the length of him until he hit the back of her throat. She pulled up and slid down, bobbing her head, moaning around his length.

  “Fuck, that’s it. Yes, you’ve got it right.”

  Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Marco watching her. He sank his fingers into her hair, and gripped her tightly, guiding her over his length. He thrust up, causing her to gag, and she loved it, wanting him to go deep, to fuck her throat, exactly how he wanted to.

  She worked her mouth over him, covering his cock in her saliva.

  Marco held her face as he rocked into her mouth, and she swallowed him down. She knew he wasn’t going to hurt her, and she loved what he was doing, and giving him this pleasure.

  She reached between her thighs, touching her clit. Whenever she was with Marco, she was always in a permanent state of arousal. He made her ache in all the right ways.

  “Are you touching yourself?” he asked.

  She hummed her response, and it only made him curse and thrust up into her mouth a little harder.