Page 129 of Don Caselli

Each time I thought he was there, he moved me exactly where he needed me. Pulling me up, he looked at his dick fall out of me before he directed it right back inside of me. His body jerked, and I felt his dick pulsating inside of me, while I leaned my head on his shoulder.

Slapping my ass, he kissed my chin. “Baby, you know if you get away, I can always find you, right?”

“Uh huh,” I replied, too spent to give this conversation much energy. I knew what Landon did, and knew he could find me, but at this point, with the way he fucked me, I wanted him to find me.

When he toldme he wanted to beat the pussy until it was swollen, that wasn’t him just talking mess. That man put me through the damn wooden floors in his office, and now I was trying to walk normal while he kept licking his lips at me in this dress I wore tonight.

“You good, Pooh?” he whispered, as I went into the butler’s pantry and grabbed the drinks I had made.

He was blocking my exit, and leaned over me, stealing a kiss on my neck. “You are living for this, huh?”

His hands, like always, found their way to my ass and squeezed my ass cheeks. “You look pretty, Pooh… I didn’t get a chance to tell you when you got dressed.”

“Maybe it was because your face was between my legs,” I pulled his card, knowing he made it nearly impossible for me to get dressed.

“Sex different when you in love… shit feel magical,” he sucked my lip, and I slapped him away while laughing.

“Are you nervous? Your brothers and sisters along with my parents are out there,” I whispered.

For the most part, everyone was getting along with each other. Corleon had told Landon he and Jeffie couldn’t make it, because something came up. My father had found a way to relate with Menace, and now he was actually having a conversation with him. Kora was so dainty and interested in my parents.

She sat with her legs crossed, leaned forward taking in their story, and how we all lived so close to each other. Both she and Zoya were mesmerized and actually shocked that Greene had never revealed so much about her private life.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table, and here I was back here grabbing drinks when I should have been helping Landon bring out the food. “You need to breathe and stop trying to get everybody drunk… this is the third drink you had them try.” Removing the drinks from my hand, he took my hand, pulling me behind him.

“Right, food… okay, let me breathe.”

Landon took my face in his hands, kissing my nose and then lips. “You gonna be nervous like this when you come down the aisle to me?”

“Probably. Marriage is a big thing. Considering you haven’t even asked me to be your wife… so pump your breaks. I’m still considering this gift you want to give my family.”

“You nervous because of that. Bleu, you signed the papers already, and I’m scanning them in tomorrow… shit already done. Stop being nervous and celebrate the fact that you did something that you wanted to do.”

I tossed my arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Don’t know how I can even repay you.”

“Never have to repay your man for taking care of you.”

We carried everyone’s plate out to them, and I nearly dropped my plate when I saw Kennedy sitting at the dining table. Where the fuck did, she come from, and who invited her?

“Kennedy, what up?” Landon played it cool, knowing he wanted to say something wild, but my parents were here.

“I came over to bring you the wedding invitation and didn’t realize that you were having a dinner party.” She fixed herself in the chair, raking her hands through her hair.

“We eating and you fingering your fucking hair, Ken,” Menace snapped, looking at her like she took a shit on his plate.

Putting her hands down, she nervously chuckled. “Sorry, Mens… Kora told me to join you all for dinner… apparently you have some big news.”

“Why would you call me a liar, Kennedy?” Kora questioned, with her arms folded. “You asked if Don was busy, and I said we were having dinner, and you invited yourself. You’re considered family, so I knew he wouldn’t mind.” Kora cleared up what Kennedy had said.

“Well, is there enough food for her? I can help in the kitchen if needed,” Stevie offered, and quickly shot up from her seat.

Dennis was in Landon’s room sleep in the portable bassinet they had brought with them. Stevie grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the butler’s pantry. “The food is in the kit?—”

“You look like you can’t breathe, Navy.”

I took a deep breath and leaned on the counter. My body felt weird, and I kept having these intense cramps that I tried to breathe through. I was doing good until I saw Kennedy at the dining table.

“A dinner with someone who clearly still has feelings for him. Maybe he has feelings for her, too… shit, I don’t know.”

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