42

Jenna
I shouldn’t have lashed out at Alex. It wasn’t his fault. And for me to pretend he’d be able to make my father do anything is ludicrous. My father rules with an iron fist.
He looks so torn up now, I feel bad. I get up from the bed and pull on a sundress, then I walk over to him. When he lifts his head from his hands, I plop onto his lap.
Surprise flickers over his face, but his arms instantly come around me, cradling me, just like I wanted to be held.
“I don’t blame you,” I say softly. “You had nothing to do with it. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry, angel. You’re right to be mad. The whole family hung you out to dry. It was unbelievably fucked up.”
I kiss his stubbled jaw and he turns into it, captures my jaw with his hand and kisses me in that dominating way of his, tongue sweeping between my lips, mouth twisting over mine. I grow breathless, and he breaks the kiss with a curse.
“Cazzo, I need to fuck you again. Let’s get out of this suite, baby, before I forget to be gentle with you.”
I love that he wants to be gentle and I also love that he loses control. Yeah, I’m a bit sore between my legs now, but the way he claimed me was perfect. So rough, so virile. So demanding. I love that he put me on my knees and tied me up.
Honestly, for me, it was so much better than some gentle ‘first time’ screw missionary style. I would’ve felt awkward and not known what to do. As it was, he removed all need for me to know out of my hands. He took charge and brought me more pleasure than I imagined possible. I’m glad I waited and I’m glad he’s the one who deflowered me.
“How about some dinner?” He lifts me off his lap and his eyes sweep over the sundress, which gathers between my breasts and ties behind my neck. His jaw tightens. “Just put on some panties, for fuck’s sake,” he snaps, like I’m already testing his resolve not to throw me down and take me again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say brightly, earning a reluctant smile.
I slip on a G-string that won’t show under the dress and take his hand. He leads me out to the hallway, where he stops and kisses me again-a full kiss, arm around my waist, lips tormenting mine.
“You look at any other man tonight, I’m going to take you back here and whip your ass with my belt,” he says. There’s a teasing quality to his voice that lets me know he doesn’t mean it, although sometimes I’m not really sure. I think he could be that possessive.
But no. A player like Alex wouldn’t really be possessive of me.
Would he?
Alex
“So tell me all the things you need to start your business.” I have the hotel pad of paper and pen in my hands. We’re still in bed. By some miracle, I managed not to hold Jenna down and claim her hard last night, but this morning she wasn’t so lucky.
Or maybe it was lucky, considering she probably woke up the entire hotel with her screams. I’d be buffing my nails over my prowess if I wasn’t so enthralled with just being with Jenna. Just hanging out in bed together.
Believe me, in my long history of taking women home and fucking them thoroughly, I never played cuddle me afterward.
But we’re propped up naked in the sheets, just talking. Just fucking talking about everything under the sun, and I’ve never felt more like myself.
Jenna lights up, the way she did yesterday talking about her business concept. “Well, that’s the beauty of it. I don’t need anything but a computer and internet connection. I don’t have to carry any inventory or purchase any equipment. I don’t need my own building or storefront. It’s simple.”
I nod and write ‘computer’ on the list. “Do you already have a computer?”
“Well, sure. I have my old laptop from college.” She waves at the desk, where a MacBook is plugged in.
“Do you like that one? Do you need something faster? Better? Newer?”
Her eyes narrow, lips purse into a sexy smile. “Why, Daddy?” She crawls over me and straddles my lap. “Are you going to give me an allowance?”
I groan as my cock returns to insta-stiff and adjust her hips so her pussy rubs right over it. “Yes, but there are certain duties you’ll be expected to complete,” I manage to choke as she rocks her pelvis and grinds over me.
She’s watching my face, clearly enjoying the power she holds over me now. She lifts her hips and I reach to yank her back, but she crawls lower. “Is this one of them?” She licks her lips, fisting my cock in one hand.
I can’t stop the growl that rockets from my throat. “Cazzo, bambina. Cazzo.”
She plays innocent coquette. “You need me here?” She lowers her moistened lips to the head and lays one soft kiss on the underside.
“Don’t tease, baby. You don’t want to find out what happens when you tease.”
She raises her brows with exaggerated innocence. “No?”
I arch a stern brow. “You wanna find yourself on your back with my cock so far down your throat you can’t scream for mercy?”
She chokes on a giggle. “No, Daddy.” She takes me into her mouth. I can’t decide if I’m pissed or thrilled to see that it’s not her first time giving head. She definitely knows her way around a cock. But most good Catholic girls do. It must be part of the training from the nuns. Heh.
Yeah, forgive me, Father for I have sinned. Oh, Christ!
She sucks me deep and my balls draw up tight. Her tongue swishes on the underside of my length as she pulls back, drawing hard enough to pull the chrome off a bumper.
I practically whimper. Me, a fucking soldier. That’s what she does to me. Nothing’s hotter than Jenna Pachino with her lips around my cock. I’m not kidding.
Those big hazel eyes watch my face, judging my pleasure.
“Baby, I’m gonna double your allowance.” I thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth.
She pops off and laughs, a husky sound that only fuels my hunger. “Oh, yeah?” She takes my cock between her tits and shoves them together, titty fucking me. Or am I titty fucking her? Who gives a shit-it’s hot. “What are my other duties?” She puts her tongue out so the head of my cock hits it when it reaches the top of her tit-tunnel.
My eyes roll back in my head. “Jesus, Jenna. Fuck. This is your number one duty. Capiche? I want my cock sucked like this every fucking morning until the day I die.” I thrust my hips wildly, which only succeeds in dislodging it from her breasts. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“Hmm. It might be. Depends on the allowance.” She takes me in her mouth again, lowering until the head of my cock hits the pocket of her cheek.
“Oh, I’ll make it good, piccolina. I’ll make you scream all night long.”
She gets excited, bobbing up and down over my cock faster, sticking her ass out and waggling it as she goes.
“Goddamn. You’re like a fucking sex goddess. A sex kitten. I gotta get you a pair of ears and a tail.”
She pops off again and crawls up me, lines her pussy up with my cock. There’s a flicker of uncertainty, but I hate to take over when she’s obviously having fun exploring her power.
“There’s a condom on the table there.” I lift my chin to the bedside table. She picks up the box and fumbles with it.
“I’ll do it, angel.” I take one out, snap it open, and roll it on in record time. Her blush reminds me to dial back my mounting aggression. I’m the kinda guy who needs to be in charge at all times, but I’m gonna let her stay on top, let her explore.
She climbs on and rubs my cock over her entrance, then lifts up and takes me deep.
I hold her hips and thrust up, forgetting to let her lead. “That’s good, baby. That’s so good. This is your second duty. And there’ll be others. A whole lot of others.” I’m controlling her completely, pulling her over my cock as I thrust up to meet her with each glide. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her hair shakes and swings.
“Like what?” She sounds breathless.
“All kinds of things. Anything Daddy orders you to do. If I say text me a picture of your breasts, you take the fucking pic. If I tell you to take off your clothes and wait on your knees for me when I get home, I’d better find you that way.”
“Or else you’ll spank me?” She’s rocking hard now, making little cries as she pants.
“I’ll punish you, bambi. Turn your naughty ass red. Stand you in the corner. Fuck your ass with my big cock.”
She comes-I swear to Christ. I thought I’d come first, but the dirty talk sends her over the edge. She truly is my perfect match.
I grab her hips and pump hard into her a few times until I come, too.
Satisfaction.
I’ve never known this level of pleasure was even possible. Not just physical pleasure, but emotional. The whole thing. I’m happy. Comfortable. Sexed out of my mind.
I definitely don’t want to think about anything beyond this hotel suite. Not about Don G or Chicago. Not about convincing Jenna to come back. Or whether I’ll be able to keep her when we get home.