Page 28 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

The entire weekend is spent getting to know each other, and it is passing way too quickly.

My fingers have touched every inch of her skin, and my mouth has had the pleasure of tasting it. I cannot get enough of her sweet cunt, both tasting it and how tightly it wraps around my cock.

While we may come from two very different worlds, it is as though we fill a void in each other and have a comfort that comes with knowing someone your whole life. Every minute not spent exploring her body, we’ve spent talking. Hours were spent discussing the bond we share over the losses of our parents when we were young. At this point, I feel as though there is nothing that I do not know about her – the extent to which the family protects her, how she has no idea what she wants to do with her life, and how badly she has needed someone in her life to not treat her like a fragile princess. I’ve shared my past with her – my life before the family, the years I spent at Rikers for the family, and the man I want to be for her.

Chapter Eighteen

VENECIA

It’s a little after two in the morning when I wake up on the couch. I must’ve fallen asleep waiting to hear from my family to ensure everyone made it home safely after the attacks against the other families tonight.

Grabbing the throw from the back of the couch, I wrap it around my shoulders before heading outside to the front porch. Stepping out into the chilly summer night, I find Dante sitting in a rocking chair staring out to the lake. He has a glass of whiskey in one hand, an unlit cigar in the other, and his cell phone sitting on the table beside him.

“It’ll be a few hours still,” he turns to me when he hears the door close, “I’ll wake you if anything goes wrong.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to go back to sleep. I’ll stay out here with you while we wait to hear from them,” I cross the creaky porch to him and lean on the railing across from him as look towards his view of the lake, “It’s absolutely beautiful out here at night.”

In a comfortable silence we both stare out over the lake, watching the reflection of the moon and the stars dance across the surface.

“There are several reasons why this is one of my favorite places, but it doesn’t come close to comparing with your beauty,cuore mio.”

After a few long sips of his whiskey, Dante eyes travel over my body – a lusty look that I have quickly learned what follows.

“Are you wearing panties under that dress?” the deepness of his voice sends butterflies straight to my core.

Even though I left them off as he had requested earlier, my cheeks pinken at the question as I shake my head.

“Show me,” his voice rough as he rocks backwards in his chair.

Gathering the bottom of my dress into my hands, I slowly slide it up my thighs, stopping just before I prove my answer.

“Don’t tease me,” his voice is gravelly as he rocks forward and puts his elbows on his thighs, “because we both know you will not like when I tease you in return.”

Lifting it the rest of the way, I expose myself to him and he moans approvingly while sipping from his glass.

“Take off the dress,” his eyes stare into mine, “Take it off and show me what that sweet little pussy of mine likes.”

Pulling the dress over my head, the cool summer night air immediately tightens my already hardening nipples. Parting my legs, I use my hand to spread myself open for him, the cool air causing my clit to tingle. Drawing the fingers of my other hand into my mouth, I thoroughly coat them with saliva. As I pull them from my mouth, a frail thread of saliva keeps them connected to my mouth.

My lubricated fingers glide over my clit with ease, eliciting a never-ending string of whimpers. Keeping my fingers firmly focused on my clit, my legs quickly begin to tremble. As the orgasm creeps closer, my head rolls back. Dante drops his glass on the table and rubs at his enlarged cock through his pants.

Seeing just how excited watching me makes him, only makes me want to work my clit harder. When I am getting close to coming, he stands up and rasps out his command, “Slow. Slow down.”

“Don’t make yourself come,” he crosses the porch and stands next to me, his hands roaming over my hips and thighs, as I struggle to follow his directions and slowly continue to play with my clit.

“I’m going to let you come once,” Dante drops to his knees in front of me, “but you will earn the rest of them. Do you understand?”

Before I can answer, his face dives between my thighs and his tongue immediately laps at my clit. The gentle flicks quickly become a mixture of vigorous sucking and firm licks, leaving my legs trembling as I ride his face. I grab the railing behind me as my legs begin to struggle at their job of holding me up. Digging my nails into the railing and crying out as I come, I feel something unfamiliar – like a firm, cold finger – breech my entrance. It presses deep inside of me as I ride out the last of my orgasm.

Dante leans back from me, the evidence of my arousal coating his scruff glimmers in the moonlight. My eyes widen a little as I watch him slowly pull a cigar from inside of me. Grabbing the blanket from the porch, he stands and walks back to his chair. As he sits, he drops the blanket at his feet.

When he reaches for the table, I expect him to grab his drink. Instead, he picks up the cutter and clips the end of his cigar. Slowly putting it up to his lips, he lights it and takes a deep draw until the freshly cut tip has an even glow. A ravenous moan expels from his lungs with the billow of smoke.

“If you want to come again,” he takes another deep draw and spreads his legs wide, “you’re going to suck my cock while I suck the taste of your sweet cunt from this cigar.”

DANTE

Venecia walks towards me, dropping to her knees on the blanket between my feet. Her eyes fixed on mine, her fingers slowly undo my belt buckle before she pulls the belt from my pants.

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