Page 14 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
Oh hell.
It’s him.
Fuck!
It’s him, the mafioso, the soldier that visits my Dad.
Chris walks to the sofa, falling onto the couch, pulling me down next to him.
I wrap my arm around his shoulder, placing my hand on his chest, giggling. I kiss his neck, inhaling his intoxicating spicy scent.
Fuck, he smells heavenly.
I shift on his lap, grinding my ass over his hard cock.
Yeah, he wants me.
I turn my head to watch the bitch walk away, swaying her hips.
“Yes, Sir,” Lisa says, nodding.
I turn my head to gaze into his heated blue eyes, running my finger through his hair, pulling off the leather tie.
“Chris, I’ve seen you at my house talking to my Dad,” I say, gazing into his beautiful eyes.
“Yes, he’s an associate,” Chris says, gazing into my eyes.
His gaze moves to my lips; his hands shift my hips, so I’m straddling him.
“Tell me, Dolce Angelo, did you come with your friends,” Chris asks, running his finger over my lower lip.
“I came alone, but I met my bitches here,” I say, laughing.
I lean closer, gazing into his beautiful eyes, taking his finger into my mouth, running my tongue over his digit, lowering my eyelids, sucking the finger, watching his heated eyes glaze over with passion.
Fuck!
This soldier makes me weak; I should be afraid of him, but I’m not.
He’s danger, dark, and so damn hot.
He’s always made me feel butterflies, fuck, now in his arms, he makes me melt. I want him tonight, and I don’t care that he works with my Dad.
Chris groans, grinding his molars, causing the muscle to flicker at his jaw as he stares at my mouth, sucking his finger. His heated eyes gaze into my eyes, connecting with his soul.
“Fuck, naughty Angel,” Chris pulls his finger from my mouth, pulling me closer to his chest. He runs his hand up my back, wrapping his fingers at my neck, pulling me closer. He runs his lips over my lips, waiting for me to allow him in.
I moan, closing my eyes, opening my mouth, feeling a delicious chill race up my back. I tangle my tongue with Chris’s tongue, moving my hand up to his neck.
Chris runs his tongue softly over mine; then his kiss turns demanding, running his tongue along every crevice and sucking it. Finally, his hand runs up my leg, squeezing my flesh as he moves up.
Chris pulls back, looks over my shoulder, pushing my face into his neck, holding onto my hip with his other hand.
“Thanks,” Chris says, nodding.
I turn my face to look at the barmaid walking out of the room.
“Chris,” I whisper, kissing his neck, biting his earlobe, feeling him shake. That gives me more confidence, and I move my lips over his jaw.
