Emily couldn’t believe the sensations she experienced. Her toes curled from the hard fucking Tony provided her, hitting her deepest sweet spots over and over again. It was sudden. She climaxed violently and her body exposed her by shaking intensely, much to Tony’s desire. He held her in the same position, grabbing her hair tightly and pulling her head back as he ignored her climax and continued fucking her, ravaging her pussy and biting her neck and back, leaving dark bruises. She was his.
“Baby,” Emily moaned, putting a hand against his hard abs and stopping him. She turned around and raised her right leg against the glass. Tony continued fucking her in the new position, this time he wrapped an arm around the raised leg and pinched her nipple with the other, kissing her deeply.
Emily moaned louder and louder, screaming his name over and over, feeling the beginning of a new climactic wave pending. Tony felt his dick burning with bliss, and his dick began twitching. He whispered into Emily’s ears that he was close but there was no reaction nor direction, she just continued moaning, enjoying every stroke he gave her. Tony couldn’t resist anymore and fucked her harder for a couple of stroke before he felt his cum rise and explode out of his large tool and spraying the deep insides of Emily’s pussy. Their breathing were both heavy and Emily felt the warm cum decorating her insides.
They caught their breath, staring at each other, the moment now gone and the aftermath taking over. Tony’s dick never really softened, it remained semi-erect and Emily couldn’t resist it.
She arched her back and lowered her mouth, taking the head in. Tony sighed, welcoming the warm and wetness environment his dick explored again. With a loud slurp Tony pulled his dick away. Time was over.
The pair actually began showering. Tony lathered Emily’s body in citrus body gel. He squeezed her tits and heard Emily giggle.
“You haven’t had enough?” Her tone was of teasing nature.
He squeezed her nipples hard and heard her moan from pain. “I never have enough.” He whispered coldly into her ear and slapped her plum ass hard.
Tony felt energy enraging his large dick again, but he shook his hands and finished the shower. Eleanor and Vanessa were waiting.
They dried each other up. Emily wrapped the towel around her body. Tony was transfixed, her large tits obvious despite the towel and her nipples were visibly hard. She tip-toed and and kissed him briefly.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” She then stepped out of the bathroom and Tony heard her naked feet travel against the hard wood down the hall and into her room.
He sighed and finished drying off. He dressed in comfortable slacks, a large hoodie that partially hid his impressive frame and sauntered out of the master-bedroom, down the spiral marble staircase and into the kitchen. Eleanor was seated at the table, although in a different seat to when Tony left, and Vanessa was leaning against the kitchen counter, her elbows crossed against her obviously full breasts.
“Took you long enough.” Vanessa said, a glimmer of amusement in her tone.
Tony ignored her and pulled the chair across to his mother, seeing her observe him. “You shouldn’t have.” He simply said.
“Yet I did.” Her eyes were twinkling with delight that matched her daughter’s tone. “And I am pretty sure you couldn’t resist.”
Marinetti glanced at Vanessa. Her dark emerald eyes was observing the exchange. That is when he noticed her hair was wet. “You showered.” He said matter of fact.
Vanessa smiled brightly at him, revealing a set of incredibly taken care of teeth. “Of course I did. It seems as though an eternity passed since I felt this damn clean.” She reached for her hair and inhaled the scent of it deeply.
“Take a seat Vanessa, we need to talk.” Tony said, his cold eyes watching Vanessa’s smile fade slowly and doing as he ordered, taking the chair next to her mother.
“First thing you both need to know,” Tony started with an even and coolly voice. “Don Georgi Amani is no longer with us.”
Tony found amusement seeing the face of his mother. She showed no emotion nor reaction. She was well trained. Years of being the head of a family like the Vicenti meant nothing less of course. Vanessa however required some training. He could see that she had her mother’s coldness and control, but she has yet to reach the same level and her mouth fell open at the news, eyes wide and almost crossed.
“What about-” Vanessa began but her mother held her hand up.
“Never interrupt him.” Eleanor said.
“Vincent is the new Don of the Amani family. But I didn’t give it to him without a price of course.”
“Of course you didn’t – what did he give you in return?” Eleanor asked curiously, her eyes concentrating on every word Tony offered.
Tony paused. His eyes switched to Vanessa’s, then to her tits and exposed olive skin. She was teasing him. When his hard gaze went back to her eyes, he found her completely flustered. She was picking at her long fingernails. She had so much to learn, he thought.
“Nothing.” Tony finally said.
Eleanor’s face expressed confusion and mild anger, rightly so. “What do you mean nothing?”
“I mean nothing.”
Eleanor studied Tony but to no avail. He was unreadable. The damn bastard was the Keiser after all. “So you just made him the Don without asking for anything in return?”
Tony’s face hardened. “I didn’t ask him for anything. I took everything from him. He’s a man in a position that means nothing. A mere puppy. He saw me kill his own father in the middle of the daylight and he witnessed how no one even dared to question it. He encountered the devil and he was lucky to have left the room alive.” He paused, and shuffled to his feet feeling hungry. “That includes you Vanessa.” He said quietly while walking around the large marble table, leaning down into her face and staring darkly into her livid eyes. “You’re mine as much as his entire family is, and you are free of him but forever tied to me.” He stated.
Then he straightened his form and glanced at his mother, whose eyes twinkled with hunger as well as proudness. “I’ll order pizza, any preferences?”
Eleanor shook her head. Tony waited for Vanessa to say something but she remained frozen in place, her face low. He shrugged and went to look for Emily.
“You ok?” Eleanor asked when Tony left the room.
Vanessa raised her head and looked at her mother, a smile across her pretty face. “I’m in love with my own brother and it feels like such a taboo but -”
“But it is the only thing you want, desire and feel.” Eleanor finished, relaxing a little.
Vanessa shook her head. “It’s different. He’s like -” She halted for a few seconds, thinking deeply. “Like the air I need to survive.”
Eleanor giggled. “I’m not sure whether he’s oxygen but we cannot live without him, and he knows that. He’s attained our hearts so easily and souls even easier.”
The two beautiful women stayed silent for a while, deep in wild thoughts about the man they both decided to pledge their loyalty to. A new life was ahead for the both and neither was afraid, instead welcoming this exciting new sensation that gripped their souls.
Eleanor reached for two Marlboro Reds, handed one to Vanessa, who accepted graciously, and the two began smoking in silence.
Upstairs, Tony knocked on Emily’s door and heard her muffle a response. He opened the door and entered. She was only in black panties and a matching black bra, looking through the wardrobe for something to wear.
“You know we’re not going anywhere right?”
Emily sighed. “I know.” She bit her lip. “But I just want to look good for you.”
Tony, amused by the scene in front of him, walked over to his chef, slapped her ass – the noise echoing through the hall outside – and grabbed it tightly. “You always do. I’m ordering pizza, any preferences?”
“I can’t believe that you are daring to order pizza while I can whip a roast chicken faster than the time it would take for the pizza to get here.”
Tony stood behind Emily, much to her joy. She teased his dick through the slacks and moved her ass gently against his front. “I know, but you don’t need to tonight. Let’s enjoy tonight.” He kissed her cheek and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.
This man is going to be trouble, Emily thought, but realised she was already deep in trouble and has been for a long time. Perhaps from the first time she laid eyes on this monster. Her heart pounding heavily in her chest, feeling a pulse in her neck.
**
New York City, USA
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Mario Amani’s hand bled, deep red rushing over his knuckles and dripping onto the floor. He sighed. Then punched the man again and again, feeling his teeth crack and lip split. There was some bone crunching too, he was sure of it. When he got out of breath, he paused trying to relax and composed himself again.