41

Alex
Damn, pleasuring Jenna is off the charts exciting. I’ve had a lot of women, but I’ve never been so satisfied by making one come before. Even with my dick this hard.
I don’t give her much of a break between her first orgasm and working on building to a second one. I get two fingers inside her and she starts riding them like the most erotic cowgirl I’ve ever seen.
It’s too much-I’m getting lightheaded from need.
“You know what happens when you’re naughty, baby?” I wiggle my fingers inside her but I can’t quite reach her G-spot.
“What?” she breathes.
“You take your daddy’s big cock. Are you ready for it?”
“Yes.” She rocks over my fingers.
“Yes, Daddy,” I correct her. I don’t know why I’m getting into being her daddy so much, but I am.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” I help her up and arrange her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Then I push her torso down and bind her wrists behind her back with the tie I left in here this morning. Only then do I realize I picked quite a position for her first time. Maybe not my best choice. I go for a bit of explanation. “This is a good angle for me to get in deep, baby. Hit your G-spot and make you scream. But if you’re scared or uncomfortable, tell me.”
“I’m never scared with you.”
She answers so immediately, it must be true. I’m humbled. In awe of her, really. How could anyone surrender control so completely, with so much trust? And to me?
It’s a fucking gift.
“I’m going to use plenty of lube, cara, so it shouldn’t hurt. You tell me if it does.” I went down to the convenience store last night after she fell asleep and bought lubricant and extra lubed condoms for her deflowering. I guess I knew we’d end up here, despite my better intentions.
I shove down my shorts and give my cock a hard yank. My thighs are already shaking with need. I’m not going to last long in her. I snap open the foil and roll on the lubed condom, add more lube, then I rub the head over her dewy opening.
She arches and pushes back.
“Think you can take me?” I say it like a dare, and she pushes back more, takes the head.
She groans.
“I know, amore. You’re so fucking tight. Do you have any idea what your tight little pussy is doing to me right now?”
She moans again, more wanton this time.
I ease forward. “Be a good girl and take every inch of Daddy’s cock. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she pants.
I never get the sensation of tearing through a barrier, but I go slowly, giving her time to get used to my size. When I’m fully seated, I only ease out an inch and push back in.
“Ohhhhh,” Jenna groans.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Go on.”
Sweat gathers at my hairline from the strain of holding back. Every muscle in my back and shoulders is cranked tight. My ass, my thighs, even my fucking feet shake from the effort. I grip her hips and give her a little more slide, bumping her ass on my instrokes.
“Oh! Yes! Oh, wow.”
“You’re Daddy’s little fuck-toy right now, aren’t you? Looking sweet, all tied up with a bow. This is how I’ve always wanted you.”
Okay, I can’t believe I just admitted that to her. I am a filthy bastard, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She croons encouragingly.
“You like being filled by Daddy’s big cock?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she cries.
I’m lost. My fingers dig into her flesh as I bang her harder, my loins slapping against her pink ass, my cock plunging deep enough to hit her inner wall. “Cazzo, cazzo!” I curse, control gone. I fuck her hard, harder than I should, but I can’t pull back. I need her too badly.
She’s crying out with each breath, porn star noises, and I’m beyond saving.
I roar as cum shoots down my length. I push forward, forcing her flat on her belly as I release, then I fuck her some more in the new position, just because it feels too damn good to stop. Her pussy squeezes me in tight little pulses as she reaches orgasm with me.
Finally, the rush eases and my brain returns. I quickly untie her wrists before I cause her real discomfort and I cover her body with my own. My lips brush her neck, her jaw, her ear.
“Bambina, you have a magic pussy. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had in my life. I swear to la Madonna.”
She gives a broken laugh.
I roll her to her back to make sure she’s okay. Her face is flushed, eyes still glazed. A beautiful smile plays over her lush lips. I kiss down her torso, starting with her collarbone, between her breasts, her soft belly, the apex of her shaved pussy.
“This pussy belongs to me.” I can no longer withhold my claim-especially not now that I’ve had her. I pull one of her knees open and just stare down at it. “I can’t fucking stand that Nico Tacone had a claim on you all these years.”
“Alex.” I hear the censure in her voice as she pushes herself up on her forearms.
“I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t even his. But it makes me fucking crazy.” I pick up both her ankles and lift them in the air, exposing her bare ass and I start spanking again, hard and fast. “This ass belongs to me.”
“Okay, Alex! Enough!” She kicks hard enough to get one ankle free and I give my head a shake. I know I’ve gone way too far. I have no right to lay claim to Jenna Pachino. Hell, if I wanted to keep my balls, I wouldn’t have even touched her. But the alpha male in me can’t stop. Not until she’s mine.
I reclaim her ankle but don’t spank her again. I just rub her ass, let my thumb trail between her cheeks to find the pucker of her anus. “I know I’m a dick,” I admit. “I can’t own you, can I, baby? You’re an independent young woman. You have a bright career mapped out for yourself. No way you wanna get chained to Cosa Nostra. Not after you barely escaped it.”
She blinks at me, lashes wet.
I lower her legs and ease her to her side, then settle in behind her, one arm draped over her waist. “My ma couldn’t handle it.” I can’t believe I’m talking about it. I’ve never talked about it. But Jenna brings all this out in me. “That’s why she left us. I was only seven when she walked out on my dad and my brother and me.”
Jenna goes still, then rolls over to face me. Her brows go down, a line of concern between them.
“Because of La Famiglia?”
“Sì. My dad said it was too much to take, the worry and guilt. She was a sensitive soul. She didn’t care about the money, just fell in love with my dad. Maybe she loved him too much. I remember she used to wring her hands and pace around every night he was out. She’d rush to the door when he got back and throw her arms around his neck saying thank God you’re home.”
Jenna’s eyes fill with tears. “I understand how she feels.”
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Do you worry, too, baby?”
She nods. “I tried to follow my mom’s lead. Pretend there’s nothing different about our family. Stick my head in the sand. But how could I when we went to funeral after funeral? When every guy was either in jail or dead? And all that time I had the marriage contract hanging over my head.”
I wrap her up in my arms. “I know, baby. That was bullshit. I’m so sorry.” I kiss her hair, which is silky soft. “You were so brave.”
“And my mom?” she croaks. “How could she let it happen?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know, bambi.”
“How could you?” she whispers. Tears drip down her cheeks.
There it is. The accusation I’ve been hurling at myself all these years. How could I let such a thing happen to a sweet, innocent girl? Grazie a Dio it didn’t actually manifest, but what if it had? I have no answer for her.
My stomach churns. I push up to sit.
She also sits up, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Did you even stick up for me? Did he ever talk about it?”
I get up off the bed to pace. “Yes, I fucking advocated for you!” I thunder, although I don’t know why I’m raising my voice to her. It’s her father I’m really angry at. “The second he got that letter from you, I told him it was time to renegotiate. That the contract was too old-fashioned to enforce in this day and age. Tacone’s rich, though, so he wanted to figure out a way to keep him on the hook, but I talked him out all of it. And no blame was put on you. When you go home, you’ll be welcomed with open arms. I promise you that, or I wouldn’t have come for you.”
“I’m not going home,” she says through stiff lips.
For the first time, I realize I may not be doing her a favor by bringing her back. All this time, I was thinking I was doing the right thing. It was time to bring the lost little lamb home. But Jenna’s not lost. She’s a smart woman with big ideas who deserves a future much brighter than the one her father originally chose for her. And if I’m crushing even one iota of her new persona, then I deserve to rot in hell.
But she can’t live on Nico Tacone’s dime forever, either. And I can’t pretend I didn’t find her. Or that she ran away again. Don G wouldn’t tolerate that kind of sloppiness.
I sink onto the sofa and drop my head into my hands.
What in the fuck am I going to do?