Page 97 of Veiled Amor

The blonde woman was a whirlwind as she sashayed through the door, leaving Lucia wondering what the heck just happened? Had she made a friend, or was she recruited into a cult? Either way, she wouldn’t mind snowboarding.

She wondered if Capone took to the slopes.

Lucia:Do you ski?

Capone:Not unless I want to break both legs.

Lucia:Ha! Are you too old, Gi?

Capone:I’ll show you how old when I get my hands on you.

Lucia:Promises, promises.

Capone:Having a good day?

Lucia:Yeah. I think I made a friend. She wants me to go skiing with her.

He didn’t reply to her text, but he called less than an hour later when Lucia was already home. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,amor. Should have brought you to work with me.” He stated after a few minutes of conversation. She heard mechanical noises in the background and the sounds of motorcycles coming and going, but all Lucia concentrated on was the rushing heights of her heartbeats.

“Isn’t that clingy?” She grinned, lounging on the couch, wishing he were next to her. If he were clingy and demanded all her time, she wouldn’t mind at all, seeing as she’d waited long enough for him.

“And your point is?” He asked, amused. “Can’t wait to see you.”

She felt the same. If not a little worse.

It was the reason she was in the hallway later, on agitated toes, waiting for the first sound of his key in the door. He’d text her to say he was two minutes away. She attacked him the second he was through the door, and he caught her with oomph and two hands on her ass as she clung and peppered kisses over his face.

His laugh came out richer than caramel when she freed his mouth.

“You missed me, huh?”

“So much.”

“Better show me then.”

So she did.

Right there in the hallway.

Their kisses grew hungrier, savage even. And when Lucia dropped to her knees on the hallway carpet, the look from Capone set her ablaze. So much desire gazing back at her from under his dark lashes.

He was sinful and patient, waiting for her mouth as she skimmed soft kisses on his hard belly. She felt the tremble in this robust man, and she was drunk on power.

Capone hissed, a hand came around the back of her neck, just holding. “You’ll pay for teasing me,amor?”

“Will I?” She smiled up at him, so he saw the second she engulfed the broad tip of his erection between her lips, sucking lightly at first before she went deeper and hummed at his tortured groan. Moving her hands from the back of his thighs to push up his shirt to rest her fingers on his taut stomach, she gave him an intimate kiss to show how much she’d missed him. Each time she blew him, she could take a little more of his girth into her throat until the urge to gag started. Not wanting to look like a retching mess, he’d told her already only to take as much of him as she wanted to, because feeling her mouth on any part of his dick was heaven.

Because he was a big guy in every sense of the word, she had to finesse her way around oral sex, loving how much control he gave her without choking her. It was like taming a huffing dragon. Capone leaned into the wall, and she hummed as she snaked her tongue around him.

“Lucia, I’m close.” He grunt-told her.

Oh, goodie. When he realized she wasn’t stopping so he could spill into her hand or on her chest where he liked to, the grip on the back of her head intensified, his hips rolled forward, riding into her mouth, making her hotter because it put images in her mind of him being rough, using her. Taking another inch into her throat, she worshipped her man’s cock, pushing him past the point of no return.

Giving Capone pleasure was a high she didn’t know she’d become addicted to. But here Lucia was, on her knees in the freaking hallway, clawing up his chest to give him extra stimulation to make him come.

“Luce… fuck…nena. Take me there, harder.Suck harder, my sweet little fuck.”

Ughn. She almost came. She was so turned on by the time Capone was done, and he pulled up his jeans and then ran a thumb over her lips, charging the air erotically. He pulled her to her feet, and before his lips came to hers, she zipped his jeans, leaning into him.

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