Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part III

by Anderson, Alisa

  Jess gasped at the furiousness of it all. It was so fast, intense. She wanted his cock inside of her now. He made her feel like no other man could, a raging inferno of sexual heat the moment he laid a single finger on her.

  Her mouth closed on his, alternating between meeting his tongue and biting his lips. She furiously kissed him, her hands skimming down his chest to clutch the sides of his suit jacket. Reveled by his strength, she slid the jacket down his arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. Licking softly over his lower lip, she unknotted his silk necktie flinging it across the room.

  Nick’s tore his mouth from hers, gripping her hair at the nape of her neck. Pulling her head back, he looked into eyes. Slowly backing her against the window. The coolness against her hot skin, mixed with the heat radiating from his body sent shivers through her.

  “Carlo. Leave us. Now.”

  Carlo quietly bid a hasty retreat from the room.

  Nick turned back to Jess. “I fucking missed you, kid.”

  “The feeling’s mutual.”

  “You have no fucking idea how much I want you.” He whispered against her lips. “Just the thought of coming inside of you is making me hard.”

  Staring intently into his dark, fathomless eyes, she grabbed his dress shirt. Tearing it open, sending buttons flying across the room. Exposing his beautifully ripped olive chest. She ran her tongue down to his stomach, tracing the indents in his rock hard abs. Feeling goose bumps follow her tongue as she went lower.

  Pulling her back up to his mouth, he plunged his lips to hers again. Desperation for him built as she stroked her tongue with his. His hands grazed the curves of her body, tracing lower till they found the bottom of her cover-up.

  Currents of sexual electricity pulsed through her. He paused, the heat of her pussy evident through her lack of clothing, ripping the sheer cover-up from her body.

  She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. She cupped him through his dress pants. Feeling him swollen to the point of painful proportions. She unzipped him, gripping the shaft. Stroking slowly, firmly, from base to tip. Feeling him further engorge against her hand.

  He was so thick she barely got her hand around him. She squeezed firmly, swirling her hand over the head of his cock, before running her hand back down his shaft.

  His back arched, a low moan escaping his lips. He quickly undid the ties to her bikini bottom. Feeling the material fall, she instinctively wrapped a leg around his waist, spreading her legs for him. His hand moved between them palming her, her wetness soaking his fingers as he pressed against her.

  His mouth trailed down the side of her neck, shoving her bikini top aside. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, biting down, suckling it between his lips. He lifted her without effort, slamming her against the window, anchoring her to it.

  She wrapped both legs around his waist, urging him closer.

  “I want to feel your cock inside of me. Now.”

  He pushed forward, burying himself in her with one urgent thrust. She inhaled sharply, feeling his head hit the back of her canal.

  “Your pussy is so fucking tight baby.”

  “Fuck, Nick. You feel so damn good, baby.”

  She wrapped her arms tighter around him, drawing his body closer. She closed her eyes, concentrating on every plunge of his gorgeous, thick cock pounding into her.

  “Harder.” She demanded. “Deeper, rougher. Make it hurt.”

  “What are you, a drill sergeant?” Nick laughed. “That’s kind of hot.”

  “Just shut up and fuck me, Mr. Roman.”

  His hands dropped to her ass, flexing to cup it. She felt him spread her cheeks, allowing him further access to her depths. Each stroke now stretching, filling her to the hilt. Every plunge having enough power to force the air out of her lungs.

  The thought of them breaking the window glass briefly crossed her mind. She rationalized it was probably bulletproof, and wouldn’t shatter.

  Nick groaned. His body jerking from building pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love your cunt baby.” He moved back, allowing her hand between them. Her fingers quickly finding her clit. She rubbed the swollen bud fervently. Her orgasm building quickly.

  “Yes…yes...yes. Shit. I’m going to come.” Jess whimpered against his mouth, sensation at fever pitch.

  “Come for me, beautiful. Your pussy is so tight. Like velvet. Make it tighter around my cock. That’s it. Give it to me, sweetheart.”

  She felt her walls spasm around him. The hard contractions pulling him deeper inside of her. His mouth capturing hers, muffling her cries. He thrust forward, coming with a loud growl, her walls trembling around his shaft. Spilling his warm, wet seed deeply inside her depths.

  He rested his sweat covered head against her shoulder, spent, keeping her pinned against the window. Their breath coming in gasps, his semi-erect cock still inside of her.

  “Does he fuck you like I do?”

  She was too lost in elation from her orgasm to actually hear his question.

  “Does he fuck you like I do, Jess?” He said again. This time further irritation to his tone.

  “What?”

  “Does he make you feel this way?”

  “Are we doing this now, Nick? Really?”

  “Does he?

  Silence.

  “Does he, Jess?”

  “Nick.” She tried pushing him, but it was like moving a brick wall. Struggling to get away from him, he held her tighter. Pinning her further against the window.

  Damn him for being so strong. And built.

  And strong. And sexy.

  And built.

  Something inside of her snapped. Her hand flew up, slapping him with enough force to snap his head sideways. They were both shocked by her actions.

  Nick waited a moment, before speaking again.

  “Does. He. Fuck. You. Like. I. Do.”

  As usual, her mouth got her ass in trouble yet again. She spoke out of irritation, not bothering to think first.

  “No. He fucks me better.”’

  That’s when he pounced on her.

  *******

  “He fucks you better, huh? Is that right?”

  “Fuck you, Nick.”

  He laughed, low and rough. “Oh. I fully plan on it, kid. And I promise you by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me for more.”

  He pulled out, then pushed forward, only allowing the bulbous head to barely enter her folds. When he was gloved within her, he pulled back. After a few more strokes, she was pleading, begging him to fully enter her.

  He obliged, allowing himself inch by inch to go deeper, until he hammered against her cervix. He carried her to the couch, still buried inside of her. He sat, placing her on top of him, wrapping her legs around his waist again.

  He forced his hips upward, feeling her ass against his thighs. Submerging himself deeper inside of her still. Feeling his balls drawl up tightly against his body and swell. He cupped her shoulders, pushing her down harder onto him each time he slid into her.

  It took everything he had not to give into the severity of his need. He was losing control. If he lost it completely, he knew he’d hurt her.

  *******

  She cried out loudly, gripping handfuls of coal black hair. The pleasure of his mammoth cock banging into her, edged with the pain it brought, pushed her completely over the edge. She came ruthlessly down onto him, her pussy tightly squeezing the length of his shaft. He met her as she violently raised and lowered on him, screaming his name over and over.

  She dug her nails into his back, watching his eyes darken, knowing he was close to losing control. She wished he would just let go, and give into whatever he was holding back from her. She always gave to him completely, heart, body and soul. Holding nothing back. She knew he was afraid but she didn’t want to feel she was in this place alone.

  Without a word he lifted her off, lying her back against the couch. In one abrupt move he placed his face between her legs, delving between the lips of her pussy
.

  He moved, positioning his cock above her face. Her mouth devoured him, running her tongue over the now throbbing veins of his shaft. Tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-come mixed with her juices. She allowed him further into her mouth.

  He plunged forward so deep she gagged against him, his engorged head pressing against the back of her throat. He eased back slowly, moving forward again. This time her throat relaxed. She swallowed, taking all of him in her throat, firmly caressing his balls with her hands.

  *******

  The feeling of her warm, moist mouth around him, the vibrations of her moans against his shaft made him tongue her pussy deeper, exploring every nook and cranny of her vaginal walls. Her musky smell, the sweetness of her juices now something he craved above everything else.

  He lapped at her, holding her hips against his mouth, keeping her from bucking against him as he gently bit her swollen clit. His tongue circling, then spreading over the bud as he sucked the inflamed nub into his mouth.

  The sensation set her off, causing her to rock against him as far as he would allow. She was screaming, moaning against his cock in her mouth, her pussy shivering, trembling on his tongue continuing to surge inside of her.

  He continued, feverishly lapping at her, drinking every drop of cream she had. When finished, he once again pulled away from her.

  “Get on all fours.” He ordered.

  She quickly complied. He moved behind her, nudging himself firmly between the soaking lips of her labia.

  “Fuck me. Please baby.”

  “No. You haven’t earned my cock yet.”

  He caressed her ass checks, before messaging them firmly. He cupped his hand, swinging forward and smacking her bottom. She cried out from the initial sting. He caressed her cheeks once more, feathering his fingers over her before smacking her ass again. Her cheeks burned against his assault, turning crimson.

  “Oh my God, Nick. Sweet Jesus. This is new. Spank me. Fuck.”

  “We haven’t set a safe word, so no more of that.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck, whispering in her ear.

  “At least for now. One day soon, though.”

  She inhaled sharply, as he dove two fingers in one smooth stroke inside of her. She cried against the pillow when he added a third, moving his thumb to circle her clit. He curled his finger, rubbing against her g-spot. Desire built inside of her, white hot flames of sensation and emotion.

  “Nick, please. Please…please let me have you.”

  “Does he fuck you like I do?”

  “No. Jesus No. No. No.” She half-laughed, half-sobbed. “Are we still on this?”

  “Sweetheart,” He moved up as she pushed back against him. “We never left.”

  He slid into her with no resistance, her pussy fully ready to take all he had to give. He burrowed so deeply, his balls slapped against her clit. Flesh on flesh.

  She started bucking against him like a wild animal, within seconds. Her reaction causing him to reach forward, pulling her head back to him by her hair. He sucked then bit down onto her neck. Primal, demanding of her submission. He thrust brutally into her, yanking her hair harder, as he stretched and filled her.

  “I want you to come on my cock again.”

  She screamed his name over and over loudly, her body shuddering her release against him as he continued to hammer into her roughly from behind. When her orgasm eased, he lowered her the rest of the way down onto the couch.

  Keeping his body tight against hers. Pinning her so she could not move. He pulled back, removing his cock from inside her.

  “No…Please, baby. Jesus. Nick.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck. Me.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  He leaned forward, running his tongue from asshole to pussy. She collapsed further against the couch, gripping the cushion in her hand. Almost blacking out from the warmth of his mouth and breath against her.

  “Eat me. Fuck me. Shit, I don’t care. Just do it and do it now.”

  “Roll over, love. And I will.”

  The moment she was on her back, he was between her legs. Lightly caressing her clit with his tongue. She grabbed the sides of his head, pushing him further into her. Firmly holding his mouth against her with her thighs.

  He licked and sucked, thrusting his tongue against her pussy, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. When he finally came up for air, she wrapped her fingers in his hair.

  Yanking his body up hers until he was face to face with her. She ran her tongue over his lips, sharing the taste of her off him.

  “Nick.”

  “Yes?”

  “No one’s ever fucked me like you do. I said it. Is that what you want to hear?”

  He smiled at her. “In that case, you may now have my cock.”

  She moved immediately, climbing on top of him. Positioning his swollen tip against her throbbing entrance. Slowly lowering, she took him back inside of her. Where she needed him to be.

  She held him tightly to her, locking her arms around his neck as they moved against each other in perfect rhythm. Taking each other higher, until they exploded against each other in hoarse shouts.

  She collapsed, laying her head on his shoulder. Breathing erratically, her body vibrating from what they just did. She tried to move, but her legs were rubber.

  He helped her off, laying her beside him. Pulling her to his chest, he smoothed his fingers across her ass cheek, trying to erase any sting that maybe lingering.

  “What the fuck…Mr. Roman. Wait. Was that jealousy? You weren’t jealous, were you?”

  “I have nothing to be jealous of. You’re mine. End of story.” He nuzzled his face into her hair. “If that means I have to kill the bastard, so be it.”

  “Stop playing, Nick.”

  “Am I?”

  She laughed nervously, raising her head to look directly at him. “Say you were kidding.”

  He looked at her directly, not flinching. “You are mine, end of story. Understand?”

  She had to wonder why he was now suddenly acting this way toward Eric. Normally this never mattered.

  “I understand. Just as long as you understand you’re mine too. End of story. Say it Nick. Say you’re mine.”

  “You know I want you, Jess. And only you.”

  “That’s not what I told you to say. Say you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours, Jess.”

  “Don’t you ever forget it.”

  4

  Jess left Nick to take a shower. Her legs still wobbly as she got in. The warm water ran over her body, soothing the ache from them fucking. She closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of every cell in her body still quivering from his touch.

  There was absolutely nothing she could do at this point. She was hooked. Craved the drug known as Nick Roman. Like a fucking crack addict.

  After showering she dried off, making sure there were no evidence of their fucking. She dressed in a tank top and form fitting yoga pants, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

  She found him sitting in the front room staring out the window. He’d changed into something far more relaxed. It was the first time she’d ever seen him in anything other than a suit or naked.

  He wore a simple pair of track pants and a t-shirt that clung to every luscious chiseled inch of his back. She coughed, in effort to hide the sigh of lust escaping her.

  “You look lost in thought. Are you ok?”

  “I’m fine, sweetheart. Are you? We got pretty rough.”

  “Oh, I’m perfect.”

  He leaned back against the plush pillows on the couch, a crease between his brows. He was analyzing everything that just happened. And her. She couldn’t read what he was thinking or feeling. He was very skilled in hiding his feelings and emotions. It drove her insane.

  “You do realize, you look like you’ve just been fucked. And fucked well.”

  “You’re not faring well either, dear sir.”

  He shrugged, rising to walk to her. He took her
hand, kissing her wrist.

  “I like this look on you. You look beautiful.”

  Jesus, she loved this man.

  Belonging to him mind, body and soul.

  He was the only one she’d risk everything for. Give anything for.

  “You hungry? I can make something.”

  She raised her eyebrow. “You don’t cook, remember?”

  “You just haven’t been graced with the deliciousness of my culinary creations.”

  “If that’s the case, I could eat.”

  She giggled, knowing he was trying to fix something that honestly didn’t need fixing.

  He hadn’t crossed a line with her. Truth was, he never crossed a line with her. Never doing anything she didn’t want, crave or need.

  He just instinctively seemed to know just how far to take her.

  She followed him into the kitchen, sitting down at the breakfast bar. Watching as he placed food from the fridge into the microwave.

  “You know, women love men who know their way around the kitchen.”

  “They also love a man who knows his way around a pussy.”

  “You are so nasty.”

  “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  “And no doubt, you are defiantly positive you know yours. Am I right?”

  “That I do, kid. That I do.” He smirked knowingly at her. She cleared her throat, trying her damndest not to get turned on by his massive ego. And cock.

  “You were kidding about that whole killing Eric thing, right?”

  “You want wine?”

  “Answer me, Nick.”

  He leaned forward, smirking at her. “Red or white?”

  “Red. I’m not letting this drop until you answer me.”

  “I love a woman who’s determined to get what she wants. Both in and out of the bedroom.” He handed her a glass of ruby wine.

  “By the way, Amy told Eric about us. He confronted me this morning. I lied of course.”

  “I’ll take care of Amy. Now isn’t the time for him to know.” Nick cocked his head to the side, assessing her thoughtfully. “By the way. When he confronted you, did he put his hands on you?”