Page 40 of The Don
This has to be bad for the mission, right? How can I keep my eyes open — literally — with him touching me like this? Me and my hormones are already walking a tight rope, and the quick kisses, the touching, and all the laughter is too much. I mean, some of this might have been my fault, but that’s really not the point. The point is that it’s been barely two hours since he was inside me, and I still feel starved for him as if we’ve been separated for years.
Whatever the fuck is going on at this club needs to end soon. I’m horny.
“Please.” The word slips out on a moan.
I’m not even sure he heard me at first, but then he uncrosses his legs, shifting closer to me. As soon as I feel his beard tickling my chin, I open my mouth eagerly, and he licks inside, searching for my tongue. I reach for him and wrap my arms around his neck as the sounds of the club fall away.
Nothing else matters besides Salvatore’s lips and tongue, his grip on my neck, and the feeling of his hand snaking between my thighs.
This is definitely bad for whatever mission he’s on, but I spread my legs for him because all this dangerous shit is barely my business. I’m just here to…
“Fuck,” I grunt into Salvatore’s mouth when his fingers slip inside my underwear and then my pussy.
His fingers and mouth are patient, stroking inside me slow as ever as if we’re not in the middle of a club surrounded by his men or he’s not trying to lure whoever tried to kill him out into the open. Salvatore fingers me as if we’re back in his apartment without a care in the world; as if we have time for one orgasm after another.
Soon enough, I’m just moaning against his smiling mouth and trembling in his arms.
He stops abruptly, and I whimper against him shamelessly.
“Later,” he whispers.
“You shouldn’t have started something you weren’t going to finish,” I groan.
“I will finish it,” he says, gripping my inner thigh, his wet fingers digging into my skin. “I promise.”
It takes a few moments for me to pull myself back together. I’m hot, skin flushed, and all of a sudden happy that this dress is so thin and short because now that Salvatore’s not kissing and fucking me, I start to cool down after a while. I have to blink a few times to focus on the club again. “Okay, so what should I be…doing?” I ask, still a little winded.
“You are doing it,” he says breezily, crossing his legs at the knee and leaning into me, his hands still all over me, exactly as I like.
“You just want me to sit here and look cute?”
“Beautiful,” he corrects me with a nod. “And yes.”
I grin at him. “I finally found my talent. My mother will be so happy. Now I just need to figure out how to turn this into a career.”
He squeezes my thigh again. “When this is over, you can do whatever you want. I’ll make sure of that.”
Well, all that cooling down is out of the window. I squeeze my thighs together with his hand between them and squirm in my chair. If it were up to me, I think I might have crawled into his lap by now and more, which is a wild thought because I amnotan exhibitionist. That’s more Zoe’s style. But with Salvatore… I think there are lots of things I’d be willing to try just to sate my desire for him.
But not right now. Since I’m here to be beautiful and put on a show, I channel every drop of courage I didn’t know I had before this trip and lean into Salvatore’s side. I look up at him and smile.
“What if I just want to be yours and have your babies?”
The light is low here, but not low enough that I don’t see the fire in his eyes at my question. He nudges my legs open again and pushes his hand further between my thighs.
I cry out loud enough that all the tables nearby can hear me and a few of his men even flinch, almost turning to see what’s going on, before they catch themselves. I don’t care who hears me or sees us.
I’m wet, and Salvatore takes full advantage. He explores my slippery lips with his fingers, teases my opening, and then settles in to rub slow circles around my clit.
“Is that what you want, bella? To give me more babies?”
I lick his bottom lip while he’s speaks, circling my hips around his hand. “I want you inside of me,” I beg.
“Tell me,” he demands, moving his ring finger into my opening. “Tell me you want the same future I do, and I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll give you everything.”
Those words make me shiver. “When you’re not coming down my throat, I want you in my pussy. I want as many babies as we can handle and maybe one or two more.”
He latches his mouth over mine to muffle the sound of my scream when he shoves two fingers deep inside me and strokes my clit with his thumb. He’s been playing with me since before we left the apartment, so it doesn’t take long for me to shudder through a sharp orgasm that takes my breath away. It’s not the hardest orgasm of my life, but it leaves my legs shaking and my thighs sticky all the same.