Page 9 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
Sneaky move, hiding his eyes from me, but I still feel he’s keeping something from me.
“Yeah, that’s it, Nicola, it’s not it! So why are you going to be training? You’ve been training for many years, so why are you going to be training harder? What are you up to?”
I stare at him, raising my right eyebrow, waiting for him to spill.
Nicola throws back his head; a deep rumble emerges from deep in his chest as he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Nicola?”
He stops laughing, takes both my hands in his, and leans in, gazing into my eyes.
“Seriously? I’m training because I’m going to be working with Cristiano.”
“What are you talking about? Does it mean that you’re going to be a Soldati? I thought that you weren’t going to follow in our Papa’s steps.”
“Yeah, I never said that; I want to become a Soldati; I can earn good money,” Nicola says, our eyes roaming as we gauge our feelings.
“I don’t know if I like this, Nicola, you know that’s fucking dangerous.”
“Baby, don’t worry, I’m good; nothing will happen,” Nicola says, kissing my cheek, pulling me into his arms.
Oh, hell no.
I pull back, look up into his eyes, lowering my eyelids, thinking about his bullshit.
“That’s bullshit, look what happened last night, and you can’t tell me that it doesn’t have anything to do with the Mafia. I’m not sure that I like that you’re going to be working with them.”
“Baby, Cristiano is going to be my sponsor, no worries,” Nicola says, running his hands down and up my arm.
“Oh my God! What the hell! Now for sure, you’re going to be in danger.”
He gazes into my eyes, moves his hands to rest on my shoulders, pulling me closer.
“Baby, don’t worry, I got this,” Nicola says, pulling me close, taking my lips in a deep hungry kiss.
He pulls me up into his arms, walks across the living room to his room, closing and locking the door. He pushes me against the door; his hands grab my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders.
“I love you,” Nicola whispers, running his lips down my neck, sucking softly.
“I love you.”
Nicola pushes up my skirt, moving his lips to kiss me as he runs his finger over my wet panty, slowly moving them under my panty. He runs his finger over my wet flesh, curling his fingers, hooking the delicate material pulling them off.
I moan, moving my legs to pull him closer to my aching core.
“Baby, stop playing,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I move my hips, riding on his fingers that are teasing my swollen flesh.
“Nicola, now,” I whimper, biting his lower lip, sucking.
I fucking love when he loses control because I like it when he goes wild with need.
Nicola unbuckles his belt, pulling down his zipper, pushing down his slacks and boxers. He runs his hard cock up and down my wet flesh, driving me crazy with need.
The burn, the ache deep inside my core feels empty; I need to feel him deep inside, filling me up.
“Baby, please,” I whimper, moving my legs to rock against his hard flesh.
