by Jagger Cole
He takes a breath. He turns and puts the bag down on a side table by his bedroom door. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
I smirk at him. “It means you can’t stop thinking of me.”
I’m playing with fire here. But I can’t stop. And I know what I want. I know the fire in his gaze. And I remember the way he kissed me. I know I should just let this be. I should lock myself in my bedroom for the next week until we can just annul this ticking time bomb.
I know all of those things. So, why can’t I stop wanting him? Why can’t I stop trying to goad him like this?
Dominic’s gaze hardens on me. “Goodnight, Lucia,” he growls.
“C’mon, Dominic,” I needle. “Like you weren’t thinking about all of this?” I hold up my big blingy ring.
“Your ego might need a third bedroom,” he grunts.
I roll my eyes. “That why you kissed me?”
He bristles. “Watch it.”
“Because you ‘weren’t’ thinking about the other night?”
His jaw grinds tightly. His eyes harden. “No. And nothing happened,” he growls.
“You weren’t at all thinking about waking up naked with me?”
His face darkens.
“Oh, that’s right. I woke up first, so I guess you didn’t see that.” I smile sweetly. “Too bad for you I guess.”
His jaw is still grinding. But he shrugs. “I’m a grown man, Lucia. I’ve seen tits before.”
I smile innocently. “Not like these you haven’t.”
He rolls his eyes, doing his hardest to not look interested. But I can see the flicker in his eyes. I can even see the hint of something pushing at his sweatpants.
“Oh, Dominic, please,” I laugh. “You’d crawl over glass for a glimpse of me.”
He laughs loudly. “This is pathetic.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re more wrong than you even know,” he grunts. But that look lingers. His gaze wanders all over me in a way that screams I’m not wrong at all. That thought alone makes me tremble with heat.
“Well, we’ll see then, huh?”
He takes a breath. Suddenly, the heat seems to fade from his eyes. It’s like he’s taken control back. He grins at me. “Enjoy your fantasies, little girl.”
He turns and strides calmly back to his room. I glare at his back, fuming. Without thinking, I start to loosen the buttons on my dress. I walk over to my own bedroom doorway, across from his.
“Hey, Dominic?” I call over my shoulder.
He sighs in his doorway. “What now?”
He turns. I undo the last button. I let the dress drop to my feet, so that I’m standing there in just a bra and panties. Fire sparks across his face. I can actually hear him growl thickly, and see his jaw tighten.
“I’ll try and find some broken glass.” I smile sweetly again. “Night!” I step into my room and slam the door shut. My pulse is racing though. I lean against it, panting. I feel hot. I feel naughty. And I feel like I want the infuriatingly gorgeous man across the apartment from me, badly.
9
Dominic
In my room, I stare at the takeout food. But shit, I’m not even hungry for Chinese anymore. I’m just starving for her. And I’m hard as fuck, too.
I groan, thinking of that ass. I replay the dress slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. The lacy pink bra. The tiny little matching thong splitting her ass. I bite my lip and I growl. Then I glance down at the ring which is still fucking stuck on my finger. I groan.
Christ, how did this happen? My mind momentarily pulls away from Lucia. Instead, I think of BabyBella99. Part of me feels a little guilty. I know she and I weren’t anything officially. Really, we’re just friends who chat online. Except most of the time, that chatting is pretty heavy.
I frown again. I try and convince myself that that’s all we are: friends who chat online. Except friends chatting online don’t call each other babygirl and daddy. My cock surges again. I replay Lucia calling me that, even if it was sarcastically as a joke. But that’s not helping one bit. It’s certainly not making my cock get any less throbbing hard.
Goddamn, I’m going to rip my fucking sweats at this rate.
I sit back in the big chair in my room by the window. I groan and let my hand drop to my pants. I cup and squeeze my fat erection, and I growl.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp knock at my door.
“Fuck,” I hiss, startled. I scramble out of the chair, glaring at the door. “What?”
She doesn’t say a thing back.
“Lucia, what is it,” I grunt. Still nothing. I groan and stomp over to the bedroom door. I swing it open, but then blink. She’s not there. No one’s there. I scowl. What the fuck game is she…
Something catches my eye. I glance down at the doorknob on the outside of the door. My teeth grit. My cock throbs.
There, hanging off of it, is a little pink lacy thong. I stare at it, feeling my cock strain in my pants. My pulse thrums. My body tenses.
She’s playing games.
“Lucia,” I growl across the apartment at her door. “We are not doing this!”
“Doing what?!” she calls back from behind her closed bedroom door. I growl and storm over to it.
“Stop it,” I hiss through her door.
“Stop what, Dominic?”
“Lucia!” I bark. “Goddamnit, we are not—”
She slowly opens the door. I groan. She’s standing there in a barely there, lacy robe. It hardly covers her ass, and the front plunges down over her full cleavage. I groan, audibly. She just smiles sweetly at me. She blinks innocently.
“Something wrong, Dominic?”
I glare at her. “You know damn well what’s wrong.”
She gives me a pouty look. “Aww, I’m sorry. Did they forget your duck sauce?”
“What the fuck is this?” I snap. I hold up a hand, her thong dangling from one finger.
Lucia gasps theatrically. “My panties! Oh my God, Dominic!” She snaps. “Why are you going through my lingerie?!”
I glare at her. “Really?”
Her phone suddenly whips up. The flash goes off, and she grins.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Leverage.” She smiles at me.
My brow furrows. “Don’t go down this road, princess,” I growl quietly. “You do not want to play this game with me.”
“And what game is that, Dominic?” She shrugs innocently.
“This one,” I snap.
“And what happens if we’re already playing—”
“Do not test me, little girl,” I hiss.
She blushes. “Sorry.”
I frown. Her sudden reversal takes me by surprise. “It’s, uh… it’s fine. We’re done, then.” I turn to go back to my room.
“Was I bad?” she whispers. There’s a sultry edge to her voice. Or maybe I’m hearing shit at this point.
“I’m going to my room, Luc—”
“Daddy?” She finishes with a breathy voice.
The apartment is silent. I close my eyes. I suck air through clenched teeth. I tell myself to be strong. I tell myself to walk the hell away and let this go, before I get myself killed.
“Was I bad, daddy?” Lucia whispers behind me. Yeah, that’s it. I snap, and I whirl savagely. Lucia gasps as I storm into her. I grab her and yank her hard against my body. I lower my head, and my lips hover inches from her trembling ones.
“Yeah, babygirl,” I hiss darkly. “You were.”
She moans. The last of my willpower breaks.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I growl.
“Consider me warned,” she whispers.
Our lips come together hard. Yeah, fuck the Chinese food. This is all I’ve been craving.
10
Lucia
This is happening. This is for real happening. I moan against his lips. I tremble under his big, firm hands when he grabs me tightly. Dominic kisses me so deeply my toes curl. My skin tingles with electrici
ty.
He pushes me into the room. I moan when he kicks the door shut behind him. He keeps easing me back, until I suddenly fall back across the big bed. He growls and crawls over me. His arm muscles bulge against the white t-shirt. His dark eyes captivate mine.
With a low growl, he reaches down and yanks my robe open. It’s rough, but I like it. I like it a lot, actually. I whimper, eager for more. His mouth crushes to mine. He kisses me again like I’m his possession. It takes my breath away. It bruises my lips. But I kiss him even harder back.
His hands slide over me. His lips move down over my face, down to my neck. He squeezes my ribs and makes me tremble. His tongue and lips snake down my soft neck to my collarbone. I gasp in pleasure. I feel lost in him; drunk with this feeling.
I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never done this before… this right here in my bed is as far as I’ve ever gone with anyone. But I want to push it. I want it all, and I’m pretty sure Dominic is going to give me everything I’ve ever fantasized about.
His mouth kisses down over my tits. He sucks a pink nipple between his lips. He makes it hard with his tongue, and I moan desperately. I gasp eagerly for more. He keeps kissing my body, moving lower down from my tits.
Dominic’s lips graze my stomach. I tremble under his soft, wet mouth. His hands moves to my hips, then slide over my thighs. He grips them tightly, and suddenly pushes them wide apart. He moves down between my legs. I blush deeply as he pushes them even wider apart, and up.
I feel so lewdly and wantonly exposed to him. For a second, I want to close them tight and hide under the sheets. But then he groans deeply.
“Fuck, Lucia,” he growls. I look down, blushing. He’s right there, between my legs. His firm hands have them spread, and his fierce eyes are looking right at my bare, exposed pussy. Slowly, he drags his gaze up to my wide eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispers darkly. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste this pretty little pussy.”
He lowers his mouth. His hot breath teases my bare, slick lips. I whimper and squirm under him. But he holds my legs firm, pinning me down. He lowers his mouth even more. Suddenly, I gasp as his tongue drags over my pussy.
“Oh, my God!” I moan.
He groans against my dripping wet pussy. His tongue pushes deep between my lips, plunging into me. I gasp in pleasure. My body arches from the bed and shamelessly pushes against his mouth.
Dominic groans and grips me tighter. He pins me back to the bed. His tongue teases up to my clit. I have no idea what he’s doing, but my brain suddenly turns to mush. His tongue circles my throbbing clit. His mouth makes my entire body shudder and clench in ecstasy.
I start to moan louder. I pant harder. My eyes roll back in my head. I realize one hand is playing with my own nipple, pulling and twisting it as I moan for him. The other hand pushes lower and into his hair. I run my fingers through it and gasp as he mercilessly teases my clit.
And then suddenly, it’s all more than I can take. “Dominic!” I scream. “Dominic, I—oh God!”
For the very first time, I’m coming for someone else. I scream in ecstasy. I writhe on the bed and clench my thighs tight around his head, until I’m gasping for air.
Dominic slips from between my shaking thighs. He stands and pulls his shirt off. I moan when my eyes slide over his freaking perfect body. He’s pure sculpted muscle and swirling tattoo ink. His abs and Adonis grooves point like an arrow right down to the freaking huge tent in his sweatpants.
He tosses the shirt away. His eyes hold mine as he slips his thumbs into his sweatpants. He pushes them down, and suddenly I gasp loudly. Holy shit.
He’s huge. His cock springs from his sweats thick, throbbing, and swollen. I stare at it with a mix of lust and apprehension as he moves back onto the bed. His hands skim up my thighs and push them apart. He moves between my legs. I moan when his hot, thick cock lays bare across my mound. I stare down at it and whimper. I mean holy shit, the thick head is at my freaking belly button.
But I’m not scared. Nervous, yes. Maybe a little worried about how big he is. But I’m not scared, and I want this, badly. I’m through being the picky virgin. And hey, if I’m going to lose it, why not with the man who’s literally my husband?
Dominic moves over me. He wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it against my pussy. I moan when his mouth lowers to mine, kissing me deeply.
“Lucia…” he groans.
“I want you,” I hiss. I grip his muscled hips and tug him closer. “I want you to fuck me,” I moan.
He snarls. He pushes his big cock head lower, and I gasp when I feel it press against my lips. First time nerves or not, I’m dripping wet. I can feel myself already opening for him. He starts to push inside, and I suddenly freeze a little.
“Just…” I bite my lip. I look up into his eyes. “Just, go slow? I—” I blush.
Dominic frowns slightly. “What?”
“Nothing,” I whisper. I pull his hips against me. “Just do it. Fuck me, Dominic.”
But he’s holding back. He frowns slightly. His eyes search mine. “Lucia…”
“Just do it, okay?”
“Hang on,” he growls. “This isn’t like…” he half smiles. “Nah…”
I laugh nervously. “Yeah, nah…”
His gaze hardens, and then softens a whole lot. His eyes widen. “Fuck, Lucia…”
“Dominic, just…”
“Baby, is this your first time?”
We both freeze. I chew on my lip. Dominic’s face pales.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers. Suddenly, he’s pulling away.
“Wait! Wait, hang on…”
“Jesus,” he hisses. He slides away from me and stands at the foot of the bed. His face is white. “What the fuck am I doing?!”
“No, hang on,” I blurt. “I want this! I want you.”
“No,” he snaps. “No, you don’t. Not like this, and not a guy like me,” he groans. “Trust me.”
“Who else but my husband?”
His face darkens. “Stop it.”
“Dominic, please…”
“It won’t be me, Lucia,” he says softly. “I can’t. I… I can’t, baby,” he groans gently.
My lips purse. My pulse hammers. “I could threaten.”
He freezes. His eyes narrow at me as I yank my robe closed. I sit up in the bed, still shaking.
“Excuse me?”
“I could tell my grandfather that you did anyways.”
Suddenly, Dominic looks furious. His eyes narrow dangerously at me, and I know I’ve crossed a line, big time.
“That is not a game we’re entertaining,” he hisses.
“We’re entertaining it right now, or else—”
“Goodnight, Lucia,” he snaps. He grabs his clothes, storms out of the room, and slams the door hard behind him. I groan and drop my hot, mortified face into my hands. Shit.
11
Dominic
I sleep like shit. I wake up a million times, tossing and turning. At least four times, I actually get out of bed and walk to my door. I seriously contemplate storming over to her room, kicking her door down, and just taking her.
Like I want to. Like she wants me to.
I want to spread those pretty thighs and bury my throbbing, hungry cock in her tight little virgin cunt. I want to fuck her until all she knows is me filling her and taking her completely.
But I don’t. Because I can’t. She’s too young. She’s too much a virgin. She’s too much Don Salvestro Scaliami’s fucking granddaughter. The desire to lose myself between her legs is slightly overshadowed by the desire to not be shot dead.
So, I sleep like hell. But when I wake, I wake feeling… fuck. I feel fucking amazing. I moan. My eyes slowly peel open, and I look down.
“What the fuck!?”
I almost jump off the bed. But instead, I just groan in pleasure. There, between my legs, is Lucia. With her mouth wrapped around my cock.
“What. The. Fuck!” I hiss. She
pulls away with a wet sound that makes me groan. Her lips are glittering, and her cheeks are blushing. She looks up at me coyly.
“Morning sleepyhead.”
“What the fucking hell are you doing!?”
She smirks. Her small hand is wrapped around my shaft, and she gives me a light squeeze. “Getting what I want.”
I blink and try and clear the sleep fog from my head. It’s a little tough with her pretty blonde head hovering an inch over the hardest my cock has ever been.
“You can’t…” I frown. “It doesn’t work like that,” I hiss.
Lucia grins. Her eyes dip back to my throbbing erection. She snickers. “Doesn’t it?”
“Stop it,” I groan weakly.
She smiles at me innocently. “Stop what, Dom?” Lucia leans down and softly kisses the underside of my dick with her wet, pouty lips. I hiss in pleasure. Her hand tightens around my shaft, and she strokes slowly.
“Christ, Lucia…” I groan.
“So, I should stop now?” She smirks.
“N- yes,” I groan.
I don’t want this. I can’t want this. This is wrong, fucked up, and dangerous. And I’m not doing it. But that would all sound a lot more convincing in my own head if she didn’t have her lips wrapped around my cock.
She slowly licks up the underside. Her tongue swirls around my crown. I growl deeply. “Fuck, Lucia…” I’m desperately trying to find the strength to push away. But I’m not finding it.
“Is this how you do it?”
I groan. When she looks up at me. The ring on the finger that’s gripping my cock glints in the morning light.
“Is this how you do it… daddy?” she whispers.
Fuck me, I’m going to hell. My hand slides into her hair. I grip a fistful of it tightly and snarl. Lucia moans like I’ve just touched her between her legs. She slides her lips back over me and takes me deep into her mouth. I hiss in pleasure, and my eyes roll back.
Fuck, this is good. This is too fucking good, and I can’t—
My phone rings on the nightstand. Somehow, I break free of my lust spell. I reach for it and hit the answer button.
