Page 79 of Capone
“OH GOD!” she screamed, scratching my chest.
Giovanna took one of her hands off my chest and slapped it against her mouth as I assaulted her kitty. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my toes curled against the sheets when her walls began quivering.
She was always so fucking wet and tight. I felt like I was losing my mind as I fucked her harder and deeper than I ever had before. When I started circling my hips with each thrust, Giovanna dug her fingers into my chest. She screamed into her other hand while coming for the fifth time.
Once her release was over, I pulled out of her. I lay her flat on her stomach and placed a pillow underneath her hips, propping her ass into the air. I slapped her ass before grabbing her cheeks and spreading her open for me.
I was ready to take her anally, and I knew she was too. She loved anal play. We had been experimenting with plugs, and she couldn’t get enough. Now it was time for her to finally take me. Not wasting another second, I buried my tongue in her ass.
“God, Luca. Yes! That feels so good,” she moaned, grinding against my mouth.
Eventually, I replaced my tongue with my fingers, stretching her out until she was ready for me. There was no doubt in my mind that she was ready because she was meeting my fingers thrust for thrust while moaning and crying in pleasure.
I pulled my fingers out of her and lined my cock up at her entrance. I gritted my teeth as I made my way inside her snug ass.
Fuck!
I would not last long. I was barely inside her, and it felt amazing. Giovanna placed her hands on the mattress and started pushing back into me, assisting me in burying myself inside her.
“S-sl-slow down, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
My request fell on deaf ears as she shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt, babe. I promise. It feels sooo good. Ohhhh, yes!” she whined once I was buried to the hilt.
“Goddammit,” I groaned, as I moved in and out of her.
Gripping her hips, I met her thrust for thrust while rubbing her pearl with the other. Her ass squeezed my cock so hard I was seeing stars. I could feel my release coming.
“Oh my God, Luca. Fuck me,” she cried as I pounded into her.
I licked the shell of her ear before biting down gently. “Fuck! I’m about to come, Sugar. You ready for it?” I growled in her ear.
“Yes! Yes!” she chanted. “Fill me up, Luca.”
And that was all she wrote. Her dirty words sent me spiraling. My cum shot out of me without resistance, while her body shook through another release of her own. My hips didn’t slow down until I didn’t have anything more to give.
I dropped down on the mattress beside her, never breaking our connection. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I passed out due to exhaustion while my cock rested in its new favorite place.
“Mr. Capone,there is a man by the name of Lorenzo Ferrari here to see you,” Sage’s voice came through the intercom on my desk.
I sighed heavily, trying to figure out what the hell he wanted. I hadn’t spoken to my father since the night of Gia’s birthday dinner. Of course, I had been in contact with my mother and brother, but I had nothing to say to him. The days of my pining for a decent and healthy relationship with my father were over. Honestly, that part of me started to die the day Enzo was killed. In my eyes, my brothers and I were just chess pieces in his game. He needed heirs to his throne, and that’s all we were.
“You can send him back, Sage.”
In all the years I had been home, my father hadneverreached out to me. That was the only reason I was accepting this impromptu visit from him. For all I knew, something could be wrong with my mother or brother. As soon as he stepped foot in my office, I didn’t bother with any formalities.
“Are Mom and Matteo okay?” I asked hastily.
His brows furrowed as he closed my office door. “They’re fine. I came to talk to you.”
I sat back in my seat, taking a deep breath. I wasn’t in the mood for any of his bullshit. “Talk about what?” My tone dripped with annoyance.
My father nodded, placing his hands in his suit pants. Walking over to my office window, he stared out of it. After a few minutes, he spoke. “I guess I deserve that. I haven’t been much of a father to you.”
My head reared back in shock. I just knew I had to have heard him wrong. As long as I could remember, I had never heard this man admit his wrongs…ever.
“Are you sick?”
That was the only logical explanation for his behavior.
