Page 44 of I Would Beg For You

“Keep your eyes closed,” she murmurs, and I do just that.

She’s heaving herself up then lowering onto me, taking me in a little more each time. Each time she drops on my cock enveloping me in her moist heat, I can hear the hitch in her breath followed by a faint whimper. She is very tight, making me wonder how much longer I can endure the indescribable torture. When I’m in to the hilt, she presses her hands flat on my abs, pushing the T-shirt away, the rolled cotton abrading my nipples now so sensitive because I can’t rely on sight with eyes closed. Of their own volition, my hands come up along her hips, her waist,brushing under my shirt she’s wearing to close on the heavy globes of her breasts.

I’m rutting now, but she’s setting the pace, driving me crazy. My hands close on her breasts, my thumbs seeking out her pointed nipples to tease them relentlessly. She’s taking from me, taking me for all I am, and I fucking love it. Before long, she’s milking me dry as my orgasm roars through me at the same time a guttural groan tears from my throat.

After coming down from my high, I caress Naomi’s sweaty back and beautifully rounded ass as she is draped over my chest. My cock is still inside of her, still hard several minutes after shooting my load into her pussy. I know as soon as I pull out, my cum will also spill out in spades.

When I am able to gather my thoughts and open my eyes, I kiss her hair before breaking the spell we are under.

“I didn’t use a condom.”

She stirs in my arms and raises up her head just enough to prop her chin on her hands resting on my chest.

Looking into her luminous green eyes, I’m relieved to see she doesn’t look upset.

“I know,” she says.

I take a deep breath in and out. “I’m clean. I was tested two months ago and I always wrap up my shit.” Shaking my head in remorse, I said, “Well, I did until now. I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful.”

She nods. “It’s okay. I’m an adult. I know this stuff, too. I haven’t been tested since last year but I also haven’t been with anyone for a lot longer than that.” She gazes into my eyes, a little smile gracing her beautiful face. “I have an IUD so you don’t need to worry about me getting pregnant.

So many thoughts run through me, but the one that dominates is relief that she is protected from an unplanned pregnancy. Our situation is already complicated enough. The second thoughtthat takes hold is the absolute satisfaction in hearing that she has not been touched in over a year.She’s mine. No one is going to fucking touch this girl except me or I will rip his head off.

“Let’s be clear, gattina. You and me are together in every sense of the word and I don’t share. You better accept that or there will be hell to pay.”

I grab her face between my hands and take possession with a kiss that makes it clear I’m done talking and it was time to show her what I meant.

The rest of the day is lost in a haze of lust and hunger. I can’t get enough of Naomi, and the fact she claimed me with her taking in the attic unleashes a beast inside me, one which seeks her, needs her. The force of this need shakes me when I reckon with it, but her willing body is waiting right there for me whenever the thought strikes, and I drown myself in her all over again, smothering the need, feeding it, reveling in it.

At some point, we ate, I think… It’s only the sound of my vibrating phone deep into the night that tears me from this fog of desire. Seeing the name on the screen has me wide awake. I turn to stare at Naomi’s sleeping form next to me. She’s out for the count, but I can’t risk taking this where she can hear me.

I get up and step out into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

“Carson,” I say when I answer the call. “What is it?”

Carson Felix owns a policy-making firm in Salt Lake City. I was on my way back from meeting with him when I bumped into Naomi at the airport. While I won’t go as far as saying he’s an associate—the man plays too many sides at once for that kind of trust—he’s still a valuable asset.

“You won’t hear about it until it’s official, probably during the week, but something’s come up,” he says.

My nostrils flare as I listen to him. How can a man all the way in Utah have such a precise pulse on what’s happening in DC?

My legs threaten to buckle under me when I cut the call, but I take a deep breath to steady myself. This is going to be our first test, and it will also be the biggest test of them all at the same time.

I fire off a series of texts, calling a meeting in a few hours. Though I come back to bed, sleep eludes me as my mind travels onto tangents this news just sketched. When morning comes, I lose myself one last time in Naomi’s body as she awakens, feed her coffee, then send her, completely bewildered, back home next door. She can’t be here for what comes next. I can’t look at her face as she leaves because it’s going to kill me. There are more urgent fires to put out right now.

Antonio, my consigliere, is the first to arrive. Not surprising, since he lives on the next block. A man of few words, he knows I’ll speak when we’re all gathered.

Luciano’s next to join us. Both Antonio and I raise our eyebrows upon witnessing the beard on his usually clean-shaven face. He hands a sleepy Luka still in pajamas to Carlito who whisks the kid to the kitchen where Ina will feed him and get to play mother hen, her favorite role.

Victor pops up on the video call. I didn’t invite Francesca because she steers clear of family business, and she’s not concerned anyway since she hasn’t got any hand in our affairs. Franco’s the last to appear on the screen.

“Whoa, Luciano. Did Luka decide to get creative with a permanent marker or are you calling that a beard?”

Of course, he’s the one who’ll point out the elephant in any room. Luciano does look like he etched tiny dark lines to make a goatee and a thin trail of hairs along his jawline.

“Vaffanculo,” Luciano mumbles with a frown.

Antonio, always the voice of reason, speaks up. “What is it, Val?”

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