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My gasp is swallowed against his lips when I feel something against my core. Stefano is slowly caressing me, and it’s fair to say he doesn’t need to do much to coax more wetness from me as I’m already dripping in desire for him. When one long finger then another slips inside me, I arch off the bed, tearing my mouth from his.

“Stefano,” I beg.

“What?” he asks.

Damn it, and damn him—I’m starting to hate that little crooked smile. Bastard knows exactly what he is doing to me. But he’s asked me to be honest, though, so I continue in that vein.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out.

He tuts. “Needy, needy.”

“Oh, fuck you! I need your cock. In me. Now!”

“Happy to oblige.”

He must break some record or something, because it’s barely a few seconds before he pulls away from me and then he’s back, fully naked, already sheathed. And I was right—he’s got a formidable cock. I can’t see it now, but I can feel it parting my lower lips as it slowly sinks into me. And Stefano knows how to fuck. He pushes in then pulls out, eases in and out continuously so I’ll have time to adjust to his size. In the process, he’s also building a massive pressure inside me.

It takes just a few languid strokes against that sensitive spot just above my pelvic bone for my climax to erupt. I’m roaring my pleasure out when he picks up the rhythm and fucks me so hard, I’m moving along the bed with each thrust until my head is hitting the headboard. Stefano takes my hand and guides it to the top of the headboard so I can stay myself under his relentless pounding.

Back and forth he goes, harder, stronger, faster. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I don’t even need to touch my clit to come again, my cry muffled this time as Stefano claims my mouth in a searing kiss, his groan merging with the sound as he stills and then starts throbbing inside me with his release.

We’re both panting heavily in the next few seconds as we come back to earth. Stefano rolls over onto his side—I didn’t expect him to take me along in his arms, my back landing flush against his sweat-soaked front.

“Give me a few minutes,” he murmurs in my ear.

My eyes go wide. For what? Then I feel it. He’s getting hard again in the crack of my ass.

I stifle a laugh. So this is what it’s like to really be with a man.

All this time, I’d thought I liked sex, and I really had no idea. Turns out, I like cock, and already, I’m growing addicted to Stefano’s. I remember how it looked when I pulled it out of his briefs, how it started swelling and thickening before my eyes, between my lips.

My mouth starts to water, and I’m flipping around and going onto my knees as he lays prone on the bed. My hand closes around his glorious member, and I wet my lips.

“My turn,” I say, then lower my head toward him.

Chapter 5 Stefano

Justthinkingoftheway Kaya takes me into her mouth is enough to make me hard anytime, anywhere. I’m sure my gait is changing as my jeans grow tight while I’m strolling down the streets of San Salvario on the way to my parents’ place near Piazza Madama Cristina.

“Be careful not to come out with tissue stuck to your pants.”

I throw a seething glance at Valentino walking next to me, a barely-restrained smile on his rugged face.

“You think I’m going to be jerking off anywhere my mother is also present in another room?”

He shrugs. “I’m just saying. Check for stuck tissue.”

A groan escapes me.Cazzo’s not wrong. Every time I imagine being with Kaya, or just the woman herself, I grow instantly hard, and nothing but jerking off furiously will allow me to function until I can get to her and bury my cock into her willing body asap. I came out of the trattoria rest room a couple of days ago with a piece of white fluff stuck to my thigh. Thank goodness my cousin noticed and warned me before all the other soldiers and evencaposI’d been treating to breakfast that morning got wind and turned on me to rile me for the rest of time.

One day, these men will be under my command. Don Giacomo will still be the head of operations, but as his enforcer, I’ll be carrying out all directives and ordering his crews around. It pays to remain on these men’s good side.

A shudder goes through me. What will these guys think when they hear I’m with Kaya? True, I’m not seeing us going for the long haul, but still—she’s one of the operations’ girls, and everyone knows she visits the Don’s offices on a regular basis.

But Kaya will also be free from the constrains of her indenture to theBorgatavery soon. What’ll happen then? Can there be something between us? Does she want to? Do I want to?

“What’s stolen your thunder now?” Val asks.

“She doesn’t talk to me.”

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