Page 69 of Ruin
Giovanna is curled up on her side in bed beside me, reading. I’m behind her, my cock inside her, warm, comforting. I have my book open too, but my eyes are on the lines of her body, her creamy skin.
I spent the evening making her read out loud to me while I fucked her. First with my mouth, then with my fingers. If she stopped reading, I stopped fucking her. Two fingers, then three, then four when she stopped me again—still not ready for fisting.
I ended by fucking her with my cock, finally allowing her to stop reading as long as she called me daddy and begged me to let her come.
Dragging my fingertips up and down her arm, I graze the side of her breast. So soft. She shifts so that I can cup her breast in my hand; it fits perfectly. She looks up at me and smiles. My cock twitches and hardens inside her, and she notices, smirking. I pull her to me tighter, start to move inside her, but she stops me.
“No, baby. I really have to study.I can’t keep missing classes. If you want me to stay here with you, you have to let me get my work done.”
I begrudgingly still my hips, and hug her tightly as she returns to her book. I kiss her hair and say, “Maybe you and I move into our own place.”
I moved her stuff out of the apartment her father bought for her, but he told her that she could move back in when she was ready to leave me. Where I live in Dragovari Tower isn’t that far away, and I don’t like that there’s an escape route so close by. Time to move.
She turns a page. “What were you thinking?”
“Maybe Upper West Side? Something nice.”
She scrunches her nose. “Upper West Side? Boring.”
“It’s a nice neighborhood between Columbia for me and NYU for you. It’s got the Lincoln Center, Central Park nearby. You don’t like it, baby? We can go wherever you want.”
“It’s kind of far from NYU,” she says, picking up a highlighter.
“It’s not bad if you have a driver. Use the ride to get some of your reading done so I can fuck you when you’re at home.”
She smiles as she marks the page. “I like riding the subway.”
I grunt. “You’re not riding the subway. Doesn’t matter what neighborhood we’re in.”
She’s quiet awhile as I breathe her in, memorize the way her hair falls down her back as she rests back against my chest.
She turns a page and sighs softly. “I love you.”
My heart stops beating before it kicks into overdrive, and I stare at her, not sure I heard right. I replay her wordsover and over and over again in my head. Then again.
I love you.
She loves me.
Giovanna Marino fucking loves me.
I snatch the book out of her hand and throw it across the room, gripping her throat and yanking her back to my chest, my mouth by her ear.
“Say it again,” I growl.
“I love you.”
“Again.” I thrust into her.
“I—I love you, Tommy.”
She moans as I fuck her, my girl, my Gi.
She loves me.
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Giovanna: New Year’s Eve, 9 Years Ago
