Page 26 of Stolen Christmas
“You’re pussy’s twitching, Angel. You feeling horny again?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie as my entire body shakes.
“Don’t lie to me.” He pumps those two fingers in and out of my hole and rubs his thumb over my clit, and I spasm on the vanity. “Fuck, you’re so ready for another round. All you have to say is you need to come.” He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs. Growling, Luca presses his wicked tongue into my pussy, and I nearly toss my head back into the mirror.
I roll my head forward and run my hands down his back, rubbing his shoulder blades and wishing he was naked with me. I pull his shirt from his slacks, and he growls. “Fuck, touch me, beautiful. You’re about to get fucked, but I want you to come on my face.” He leans back into my pussy and swirls his tongue around my clit, and I lose control.
“Fuck. I’m coming.”
He looks up and pumps his fingers into my hole while grunting. “Give me that pussy juice.” I can’t resist him. My hips flex forward, and I slide my fingers into his hair, holding onto it for dear life.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God.”
“Fuck. I’m not God. I’m the devil. I’m going to hell for the things I’ll do to you, baby.” He bites down on my pussy, and I come so hard, shaking on the counter and then he stands, loosening his belt and freeing his cock from his trousers. Luca’s quick to push his thick cock inside of me. “Take it. You ever show another man what belongs to me again, and I’ll fucking gut them right in front of your pretty eyes. I’ll destroy them limb from limb. Do you understand?” I swear the jealousy in his voice almost feels real. Maybe it’s possessiveness. I’m his property.
“What the hell were men doing in your bedroom, anyway?” I challenge.
“They were bringing in the clothes. Don’t question what I have my men doing. You’ll learn to keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Luca. You evil bastard.”
“Damn right, I am. Now, take your fucking like a good girl. Hold on tight.” Wrapping his hand around my throat, he stares into my eyes. “You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me and only me, and you’ll remember that.” The tighter his hand getsaround my throat, the more my cunt grips his cock. I nearly come around him again. He moves to my hair, fisting it into a ponytail.
“Luca,” I moan, brushing my lips against his jaw.
“Fuck, give me that mouth.” We kiss roughly, teeth biting on tongues and lips, and then it happens again. My body quakes, vibrating from my core as I clench around his thick cock.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me.” I do. He pulls out and drops me down onto my knees. “Time to finish in your pretty mouth. Can’t have you trying on panties with my cum staining it. Open up.” I don’t hesitate. I slide his mammoth length into my mouth and nearly choke on the size, so I back off.
“Keep it up, baby. Gag on my dick. Get used to sucking my cock because you’re going to do it often.” I should be turned off, but I’m only getting hotter with his threat to fuck my mouth.
“I’m about to come, so let go.” I do, and he comes all over my tongue and chest. “Fuck that’s hot.” Staring at me for a minute as I kneel on the bathroom floor covered in his cum, he tucks himself back in his slacks. “Rinse off. I’ll mark you up later, but I can’t have my cum all over clothes that you might not select.” Suddenly a possessive feeling sweeps over me. Yes, some woman may have his release against her body if they try them on.
“Of course.” I pop in the shower, thinking he’s going to leave, but he doesn’t. He leans against the vanity with his arms crossed. Once I’m done, he hands me a towel, and I dry off shyly.
“Don’t be shy, now. You deep throated my cock like a professional cocksucker, sweetheart. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Too bad I can’t spend the rest of the day working my dick down that slender column or between your smooth thighs.” I try to ignore the way his words make me feel.This isn’t a real relationship. This man doesn’t love or respect me, and I’m nothing more than a gift for his mother. A damn mama’s boy. A fucking thug, and he’s still a mama’s boy.
“Well, I’m ready for the fitting.”
“This time I’ll send her in here to measure you.” His mouth crushes mine briefly before he storms out of the room. A moment later, the woman who was waiting in the bedroom came in.
“Mrs. D’Antonio, I’m Miss Grace. It’s a pleasure to fit you.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry about the miscommunication.”
“I thought it was hilarious and sexy. Mr. D’Antonio was a man possessed and jealous. Now, let’s get you ready because I know his mother and her style.”
“He wants me to dress like her.”
“God, no, but her choices are expensive, so we can’t let you go out in less than the best, which I won’t complain about because it’s fabulous commission.” She slides off my robe and takes my measurements without asking, making notes quickly. “You can put that back on if it makes you more comfortable. I’ll be back in about two minutes with a panty and bra set that will be perfect first, so you can come out and try the rest of the clothes on in the comfort of the bedroom.”
I nod and make sure my body is completely dry, forgoing the robe because she’ll be back at any minute. She returns, and it’s a cute red matching lace bra and underwear combo. I slide on the undies, and they fit perfectly. I’m so surprised, but I guess it’s her job. The bra is even better. I’ve never had one that felt so comfortable as well as supported my big girls. It acts as a shelf, only covering up to my nipples with the red lace making a sexypattern over the area. When I look in the mirror, I look so much like a stripper. In awe of myself, my mouth parts.
“You are stunning. I’m telling you, you’re going to be so great to dress. Mr. D’Antonio is so lucky to have snagged you before someone else did because you’re breathtaking, and there are plenty of men who’d kill to be with a beautiful girl like you.”
“I’d kill them if they tried.” I see his reflection in the mirror, and there is no doubt his words are a promise.
“I told you, girl. Now, let’s get you dressed.” She winks and leads me out to the many racks of clothes. I spend three hours trying on dresses, tops, pants, and shoes. I’m so tired when she’s finished that I don’t have the will to eat.
