“So am I,” Jimmy said as their kissing became almost manic, and he began carrying her up the stairs. “But I’ve got to show you.”
“Show me?” Val was returning his every kiss with a kiss of her own.
“Yes, I’ve got to.” Jimmy could barely speak.
“Show me what?” Val asked, just as breathlessly.
“How happy I am. Just how. . . I’ve got to show you!”
As soon as he entered her bedroom, he threw her onto the bed. She bounced with joy, and laughed.
But it was no laughing matter for Jimmy. He unzipped and dropped his pants and briefs, stepping out of both as his cock came springing out. The head, already engorged from his excitement, was turning purple. She began to lick her lips. She just knew he wanted her to suck it. But she was wrong. He didn’t have time for that. He slid her small body to the edge of the bed, opened those legs wide, pressed that big head of his to her slit, and pushed his dick inside of her with a torrential push. She winced, because she wasn’t completely ready, but within seconds of his entry, his pre-cum and her vaginal juices oozed out and soon had her saturated.
“You want me, Val?” His dickhead buried deep inside her channel.
“Yes,” she said as he stroked her with ever-increasing strokes. She could tell he was already on the verge of losing total control, and wanted to fuck her harder, but he held on. He kept it steady. He kept his increase modulated. “I want you so much, Jimmy.”
“How much?” His strokes kept increasing.
“I want you more than anything!”
“You want me harder?”
“Harder.”
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes. Harder. I want you to fuck me harder.”
“Like this?” His strokes increased even more, and he was pumping her with ferocity.
“Like that,” Val said, her body and her bed rocking with his every thrash. He was putting it on her in a way that made her feel as if she should be in great pain, but she was in a state of so much joy that she couldn’t feel any pain at all. He was pounding into her, just the way she liked it, and all she could do was scream and let him pound away.
“Oh, Val,” Jimmy said as he leaned down and squeezed her breasts. “Oh, Val!” He began sucking those breasts so hard that she felt as if they were on fire too. He fucked and sucked for long minutes on end.
And when they came, it was as if they were both shattering into pieces. He trembled and grunted, and she had spasms that were so intense she was trying to force his dick out of her, to get away from the elation. But he was still pouring into her. He poured and he poured. There was no getting away from Jimmy Gabrini. His singular purpose, now that he was free again, was to appreciate what he came so very close to losing.
He had Val again, and he wasn’t going to give her back.
SIX
“But I don’t like juice,” Dominic Gabrini said the next morning at breakfast when Trina told her four-year-old that he couldn’t have a biscuit until he drank his juice. She was at the head of the table, holding baby Sophia, with Francine Gabrini, her sister-in-law, seated to her right. Dommi, his small, brown hand still resting on the biscuit, was seated to her left. The two nannies, one for either child, were seated at the opposite end of the long dining table talking with each other while they had breakfast too.
“Mommy, please,” Dommi pleaded.
“I said no,” Trina replied. “No juice, no biscuit.”
“But Mommy!” Dommi whined.
“I mean it, boy. No juice, no biscuit. Now remove your hand.”
Dommi kept his hand right where it was: on his favorite biscuit that sat in a tray filled with biscuits.
Trina couldn’t believe how insolent he was becoming. But she had a cure for that too. “Do you want me to call your father?”
As soon as she asked that question, Dommi immediately removed his hand from the biscuit, and began drinking his juice.
Fran laughed. “That little boy thinks you’re soft, Trina. He’s scared of Reno, but he thinks you’re a regular pushover.” Then Fran shook her head. “If he only knew.”
“Right,” Trina said with a smile, and continued to bird-eat.
“Between Sophie and Little Reno, I don’t know how you do it. And look at her. Looking just like you.”
“Not you too.”
“But it’s true. She favors you.”
Trina looked at Sophia. She’d fed her earlier and now she was just lying in her mother’s arms, staring at her. “When Reno said this child was the spitting image of me, I thought he was full of shit, I’m not gonna even lie. I said he was seeing what he wanted to see. But sometimes, when she stares at me like she’s doing now, I can sort of see what he meant.”
“It’s the truth. She favors you. And you know how he loves that. He thinks you’re the best looking woman ever created, and Sophie is the second best.”
Trina laughed. “He does not.”
“Yes, he does.”
Trina shook her head. Then her cell phone began ringing. The phone was on the table and she looked at the Caller ID. “No thanks,” she said, deciding not to answer it.
“Who is it?” Fran asked.
“Liz. It’s too damn early. I’ll talk to her later.”
“Oh, yeah, you guys had your event last night. How did it go?”
“Great actually. Attendance was excellent. We raised a lot of money. I have no complaints. Even the females behaved. Or at least most of them.”
Fran looked at her. “I heard some of Reno’s throwaways were there.”
Trina continued to bird-eat. “Oh, yeah?”
Fran smiled. “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“Yeah, it bothers me, but it can’t be helped. Reno has lived in Vegas since he was eighteen years old. He has a lot of ex-girlfriends. Just the way it is.”
“Yeah, and some that ain’t claiming to be ex.”
“Whatever Fran.”
“I’m just sayin’.”
“If I listen to what people say all the time that’s all I’ll do is listen to people. So say whatever you want, but I know who I’m married to.”
“Mind my business, in other words?”
“No other words,” Trina said. “In those exact words.”
Fran laughed and chomped down on more bacon. Trina continued to bird-eat.
Fran shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re starving yourself when you don’t have to. Reno hates it and you don’t need to.”
“Don’t tell me what I don’t need. It’s been six months and I still haven’t lost all of my baby weight.”
“But why are you turning it into such a big deal? Reno likes your fat ass now. He likes you with meat on your bones.”
Trina laughed. “Not this much meat,” she said.
“You are not big and you know it. You’re still small. Not as small as what you used to be, but you’re still fine. And Reno likes you just the way you are.”
“That’s only because he thinks having this extra weight makes me healthier. But I don’t feel healthier. I just feel big.” Then Trina looked at her younger sister-in-law. “Unlike some of us,” she said, “who can eat whole hogs and still not gain a pound.”
“I know! It’s like I’m a freak of nature or something. Girls are so jealous of me because of it, but what can I say? It’s not my doing. It is what it is.”
“Until it’s not,” Trina said, smiling too. “So don’t get too cocky, Miss Freak. Metabolism has a way of slowing as you age. All of those bad habits of eating like a pig are going to catch up with your skinny behind and then you’ll see what it feels like.”
“Ah, Tree, you know you love me. You know if I get so big they have to cut a hole through my apartment to get me out of there, you’ll be right there encouraging me and standing by me and telling me that everything’s going to be all right. Say it ain’t so.”
Trina couldn’t lie, so she didn’t say a thing.
Fran laughed. “Told yo
u. A friend indeed. That’s you, Tree.”
“That’s my mama,” Dommi said proudly as he sipped more juice, although he wasn’t quite sure what they were talking about. Then he added to his mother: “Can I have a biscuit now?”
Trina reached for his juice bottle and shook it. She was satisfied that a sufficient amount had been consumed. “You may,” she said.
Dommi smiled grandly and grabbed for a biscuit.
Fran looked at Trina. “So what happened last night? With Jimmy, I mean?”
Trina wasn’t about to discuss it with Dommi staring down her throat. Anytime the topic was about his big brother, he was all ears. He and Jimmy had a special bond. “Suffice it to say,” Trina said, “that he’s okay.”
“He’s out?”
“Yes.”
Fran exhaled. “Thank God!” Then she thought about it. “But how? Reno?”
“Who else? He didn’t get home until after five this morning, girl. He was so tired.”
“I can imagine. But Jimmy need to straighten up and fly right.”
“You’re one to talk. Miss I Love Me Some Trailer Trash Gabrini.”
Fran laughed. “Don’t hate. There’s some good lovin’ going on in those trailers.”
Trina laughed too. Then the dining room’s intercom clicked on. And Reno’s voice could be heard. “Tree?”
Trina looked up. “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Having breakfast.”
“Think you can come here?”
Fran smiled.
“I think I can swing that.”
“Then swing it.”
“Will do,” Trina said, and then stood up and handed the baby to Fran.
“Wonder what he wants?” Fran asked this mischievously, knowing full well what he wanted.
“Yeah, I wonder,” Trina responded, knowing full well also, as she smiled and left the dining room.
“Daddy?” Dommi said loudly.
The intercom clicked back on. “Yes, Sport?”
“Want me to come too?”
Fran laughed.
“No, son. You stay there and watch your sister.”
“But Aunt Fran has Sophie.”
“Then watch Aunt Fran,” Reno said, and Fran’s smile disappeared.
“Very funny, Reno,” she said.
Trina made her way around the penthouse corridors that led to their private wing. When she opened the door, Reno was naked and lying vertically across the bed, his feet touching the floor. He was stroking his dick.
She stood at the door and shook her head. “Why am I not surprised?”
Reno smiled. His dick was already expanding, but by the time she made her way up to him, and he opened his legs so that she could stand between them, it went rock hard and stiff right before her very eyes. Even after all this time, Trina still felt a swell of sensations at just the thought of him putting all of that inside of her.
“What exactly do you want?” She stood before him, ready to do whatever it was he said he wanted.
“Remove that robe,” he said.
Trina knew that was coming, so she didn’t hesitate. She untied and then removed her robe, allowing it to fall around her feet.
“Done,” she said.
Reno stared at her body. She complained that she was bigger than she used to be, and she was, but Reno loved it. Her breasts were a little bigger, and her hips, and that ass, he thought. “Turn around,” he said.
Trina knew that was coming too. She smiled as she turned around. She knew he was inspecting her, sizing her up, getting harder and more heated just by the contours of her tightness alone.
“Bend over,” he said.
As she did, Reno sat up, and then began kissing her cheeks as he squeezed them. He became so heated, and began squeezing them so hard, that Trina felt pleasurable pain shoot through her. Then he opened her crack, licked her there, and stood up. He leaned her up with him, pressed his penis against her ass, and began to hug her from behind and caress her breasts.
“I’d bet that’s not all you want,” Trina said to him as he held her, as he kissed her neck.
“That’s another bet you’d win,” he said as he rocked side to side, continued kissing her neck, and wedged his dick between her cheeks.
“So what is it that you want?” She asked this as his lips moved up and began rubbing against the side of her face.
“You know what I want,” he said, pressing harder against her, making her feel every inch-by-loving-inch of his erection. “You always know what I want.”
“Oh, Reno, yes,” she said, as she felt that heat to the roots of her hair.
“Okay baby,” Reno said. “You know the drill.”
“I know it.”
“Tell it to me. What’s the drill?”
“I get on the bed,” Trina responded, knowing the drill like the back of her hand.
“And then?”
“I open my legs.”
“So that?”
“So that you can fuck me,” she said breathlessly and as soon as she said it he squeezed her breasts so hard, and pushed against her so violently that she nearly lost her balance. It was time. She knew it was time. She moved out of his grasp, laid on the bed horizontally to give him maximum space to take her, lying her head on the pillow. And then she opened her legs.
Reno got to the bottom of the bed, put his rock hard body between her legs, and then placed his mouth at her vagina. In all her years, Trina had never met a man who liked to eat pussy the way Reno loved to eat hers. Many mornings she woke up with him eating her. Many days he’d call her into his office, only to sprawl her on his office couch, remove her panties and spread her legs, and eat her. He said he craved her taste. Although Trina didn’t believe it early in their relationship, she thought he was just laying a complimentary line on her, she believed it now. He craved something, she was now convinced, given how often he had to have it.
And he had it. He licked her with those long, slow licks he’d long since mastered. He kissed her and sucked her. He tongued her clit and then slipped that same tongue between her folds, slicing inside of her. He made her nearly cum with every lick. He made her feel as if her pussy was the last haven on earth, and he was desperate for shelter, whenever he sucked her. He licked and sucked and ate until she was so swollen with his love that she came. Right then and there. She arched her back and pushed her pussy so far up in his face that he bit her and took her completely over.
But that still wasn’t enough for Reno. He pulled open her folds as wide as possible, to get the full angle, as he continued to do her. She was having spasms now, as he did her, and he refused to relent. He was madly in love with Katrina Gabrini, and it was the kind of love that didn’t make him want to prove any points to her. It made him want to love her with more care, with more passion, with more love than ever before. And that was why, every time he so much as thought about her pussy, he wanted to set it on fire with his branding, and his love.
Trina was already on fire by the time he finally moved his body up and placed her feet on his thighs. She was so red, and so swollen, and so wet between the legs that by the time he guided his penis to her point of entry and shoved it inside of her, she felt an even greater pleasure. He entered her in the midst of her cum and it took her to another world. She started squeezing his shoulders, his back, his hair, with her nails scratching him all over, as the feelings kept intensifying. She knew it was crazy, but Reno seemed to grow bigger every time he fucked her. And she didn’t mean in a negligible way either. “You feel bigger,” she found herself saying in a breathless, lustful voice, as he fucked her.
But Reno saw it a different way. “You feel smaller,” he said, just as breathlessly, as he drove further and further inside of her. Her tightness had him feeling so squeezed that he actually thought he was going to have a premature ejaculation, something he’d never had with Trina. But as soon as he began stroking fiercer, and the sensations caused her to clasp her vaginal muscles even tighter aro
und his fully expanded rod, his body betrayed him. He thought about how much he loved her, and loved the feel of her, and loved her fragrance and her gorgeous face and her beautiful eyes and everything about her, and he couldn’t help himself. He came. He poured into her as if he was water in a spring. He couldn’t stop pouring. Reno Gabrini, the man who had legendary stamina, just like that, for this one moment, became a two-minute man.
He pulled her in his arms and held her, as he poured into her. For a man like Reno, who wasn’t accustomed to this, it bothered him. The first mistake he made was to go so far with his oral that it forced her to cum at that point, rather than at the point of his entry. She was so engrossed in her cum that by the time he entered her, she had no choice but to tighten around him. He lost total control at that point. Now he was holding her, as his dick continued to throb and pour.
He felt a little embarrassed, he’d admit it, but when he looked into Trina’s eyes, and saw nothing but satisfaction, and love, and her own brand of sensuality, his embarrassment completely disappeared.
She placed her hands on the side of his handsome face. “That’s what you get,” she said, “when you try to do your wife on two hours sleep.”
He smiled too. She wasn’t lying. The drain, both physical and emotional, was beginning to take its toll.
“You just got home,” she continued. “And you could barely sleep even after you got in bed. You handled your business, you looked out for your son, now you have got to look out for yourself. You had no business getting up this soon, taking a shower, and fucking anybody, especially a queen like me, as tired as you have got to be.”
Reno smiled. He loved how Trina could joke and be serious all at the same time.
“I want you to clean yourself off, get back in this bed, and sleep the day away, Reno. I’ll stay around the PaLargio today. Anything comes up, I’ll handle it. But only if you promise me you’ll stay in bed and rest. Deal?”
Reno stared at her. No way was he going to stay in bed all day long, but he could at least try for half a day. “Deal,” he said to his wife, so very pleased to have her as his wife, and then he gave her another kiss.
Val stopped her BMW in front of her father’s storefront building. Wellstone Realty was written in bold, semicircle letterings across the plate-glass window. She grabbed her briefcase from off of the passenger seat, got out, and entered the one-story building.
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