Page 56 of Forbidden Property
The buttery vanilla scent wafting from Geralynn’s brown skin intoxicates me enough that I lose control and bite down on Geralynn’s shoulders with just a little teeth just to taste more of her while I rub her clit. Her body tenses and then she moans loudly as she cums. I’ve never heard Geralynn let go like this and I love it.
“Good girl,” I growl while I rub her clit in slow circles and allow her to cum with my dick in her ass. She shudders and her butthole clenches tightly around my cock again. This time, I can’t hold back. She squirms and keeps cumming as I withdraw my cock slowly and then push all the way inside her, in one final claiming thrust of her ass.
My cock erupts with jets of cum so forceful that I think I must be in love with this woman for her body to make me cum this hard. I groan and let her ass swallow my cock as I continue to pump my seed inside her.
She’s mine after this – and I won’t change my mind.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gino
Ihand Renzo a cigarette as he idly watches the projected scene across the rooftop bar. He leans forward expectantly and I light him up.
“You must be depressed.”
He grunts. Renzo hasn’t smoked since our last day in Italy.
“I’m fine.”
“So this has nothing to do with Geralynn moving out?”
“I said I’m fine.”
My brother’s efforts to sound threatening if I bring up this apparently forbidden topic does nothing to deter me. If he wants to ask me for advice about Geralynn, I expect him to be ready to hear advice he might not like.
“Setting her free didn’t bring her back to you?”
“Your advice got me a blowjob. Thanks.”
Renzo can’t possibly blame me for his inability to convince a woman he’s anything more than a cranky asshole with a list of vices half a mile long.
“I can’t fix your problems overnight.”
“You’re such a dick,” Renzo says, shaking his head as he ashes the cigarette over the edge of the bar. “And this negroni is trash.”
“Don’t say that. You know who made it, right?”
“Are you banging another bar skank?”
“No. Not yet.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“You’re single, right? I’ll warm her up for you and you can take your mind off things.”
“Not in the mood.”
Renzo stares idly over the horizon at a skyline that really isn’t much to look at except for a strange few minutes at sunset, which is a long way off in the dead of summer.
“What kind of Italian man isn’t in the mood to fuck?” I press him, mostly because Renzo deserves me being a dick to him once in a while. Also because I’m tired of listening to him get all fucked up over Geralynn without doing a fucking thing to win her over.
It’s obvious to anyone with a brain that Renzo has a deep fixation with her, probably because he can’t figure out why he’s so attracted to a woman he convinced himself stands for everything other than what he represents. Our shared insights about each other as twins often lead to frustration. I have to give him shit to keep from letting that frustration fuck with me.
“You take her if you need to fuck that bad.”
“I don’t need to. I have plenty of women on my roster if I need to fuck.”
Technically a couple of these women have me blocked and think I’m the world’s biggest asshole, but it isn’t that hard to find women who want to fuck a 6’5” Italian guy with blue eyes and a dick built like a Stanley thermos.
