Page 65 of The Sting of Love
I want to taste him and remember him, the way he feels, everything.
I slide down his legs and pull at the waistband of his joggers. He helps me out by lifting his hips and easing his pants and boxers down his legs so his cock can spring free. I take hold of his cock gripping the base while he lays back to rest against the headboard and I hope that Armand doesn’t come to do any final checks on us. I’m actually enjoying this too much to care. The sight of Donny, with all his muscles and tattoos on show, and his massive cock in my hands is something I always want to remember. Just like everything else about him.
I lower and take his cock into my mouth, licking the tip first then swirling around the fat mushroom head with my tongue. I taste the saltiness of a bead of precum and swallow it, relishing the taste of him as it hits the back of my throat.
He groans and runs his fingers through my hair, encouraging me to continue so I do. I suck harder, working him with my mouth until he starts moving his hips so he can fuck my mouth. When his cock pulses I know he’s near climax, so I’m not surprised when he reaches for me and positions me on my hands and knees.
“I want you like this,” he tells me as my hair falls forward over my face. “Hands and knees while I take you from behind.”
He pulls down my pants and panties, shedding my clothes for me and licks over my pussy lips before he lines the fat head of his cock with my entrance. Gripping my hips hard, he plunges into me, deep. So deep the impact jolts my body forward and I gasp, grabbing on to the bed sheets.
His cock inside me feels so good I come instantly. I moan out so loud with the raw pleasure of need and the craving for more comes to claim me with a vengeance. When he starts pumping, hitting me with one blast of pleasure after another I see stars. They speckle my vision first then blind me as my head feels light.
The pleasure seeps into my veins, heating my blood as it works its way through my being on a wave of vicious energy. He gives me more, pumping into me with his own need. Our bodies slap together and ecstasy sings through my veins.
As he starts to fuck me hard I feel like I’m going to faint. We’re both moaning and groaning now from the wild sensation that overpowers us. I come again when his balls slap against my mound. My walls grip him and he pounds into me in a rapid rush of need, filling me with hot cum as he comes too.
He doesn’t let go of me when we calm down. Instead he pulls me into his arms and holds me close to his heart. I shuffle to face him and his lips come crashing down on mine once again.
This is supposed to be us broken up yet I don’t know how I’m supposed to be without him.
Or say goodbye again when the time comes.
Chapter Nineteen
Donny
Look at her there asleep on the bed…
She looks so blissful. Completely spent from the night we had.
Last night unearthed all the emotions I’ve been trying to push out of my mind. It just dug them all up and now I find myself sitting here, by another window just like the other week, questioning myself and my actions.
I gave away my secret by telling her loving her made me crazy. It did. It fucking does. I can’t see for shit when it comes to this doll and I honestly don’t know how I didn’t die when I saw her in the middle of the sea going down to her death.
I look at her now and I can’t believe I swam against such a strong current after hitting my head.
The current slammed me against a rock as I dived in. The sea was vicious enough, stirred by the onslaught of the storm, but the current was the real devil. It nearly took my oldest sister when we were little kids. It was Ma who saved her.
I thank God I was able to save Willow. I don’t know what I would have done if I was a minute later. Even a second would have had an impact. I’m so glad I left the city when I did, getting here just in time.
Pa had just ran out of the house to look for her. All he said to me was that she escaped through the window and went into the sea. I then ran with everything inside me knowing she’d be in trouble.
Now, she’s in my bed once again and she feels like my girl. Once again I know I can’t keep her. I’m a mobster. I’m in the mafia, I work for a powerful boss who’s feared as much as he is revered. Things have come to that point again where reality has reared its ugly head repeating the same mantra to me.
Willow doesn’t belong in my world.
And… I don’t belong in hers. That’s what I need to tell myself so I can give her her freedom and set her free from my heart too.
Yesterday terrified me because I nearly lost her, but I can’t be mad at her for trying to escape. Anybody in her shoes would have done the same. I kidnapped her.
A knock on the door takes my focus away. I get up, open the door, and find my father standing in the corridor. His eyes go to Willow in my bed. Her bare shoulders with the silky sheet covering her breasts is enough of a tell of what we did in here last night.
I don’t hide things like that from my father. I won’t stay inside the room either and wake her, so I join him in the corridor and close the door so we can talk.
“You okay son?” he asks. Although his eyes carry a sheen of worry, there’s a sparkle in them for what he just saw.
“I’m okay,” I answer. “I have to head back into the city today. I should have gone already.”
