After the first, explosive round of lovemaking, they lay for a while. Bianca could feel his heavy body on hers, his heart pounding as he stayed, still draped over her and she panted softly.
He rolled off after a while, grunting, pushing himself up to look at her exhausted face.
She had forgotten how long and thick his manhood was, she told herself, smiling softly and he caught that, the little smile playing on her lips as she lay, breathing like a long-distance runner.
“What’s that, Bianca?” he growled, already feeling his flaccid member beginning to harden and she shook her head, saying,
“I …it’s nothing…”
*
Liam O’Grady rose on his knees over her and she drew in a breath, of wonder, of unashamed love. His body, with the extensive tattooing, was magnificent, all muscle, hard and strong, with firm abs, and of course, she looked away, blushing. The big manhood, which had just been pounding her a few minutes before, the same manhood she had been eagerly sucking a while ago…it was now hard, fully erect and rearing.
Bianca raised herself on her elbows instinctively as O’Grady watched her.
He was drinking in her dusky beauty. Her soft features, now alight with …an emotion he did not wish to acknowledge, for it hurt him to say that she looked like a woman in love…
Her full breasts, jutting out, the perky nipples hard, begging for his attention, her brown eyes shining, and the firm belly, down to her mound of crisp curls…
The Mafia Boss had taken women, hundreds of them. It was not that he was a sex addict, but he enjoyed the play, and enjoyed sex. He had never felt attached to any woman; had never wanted to have any one of the women he played with, or bedded, to be beside him when he woke in the morning. But with this little creature, with her brown eyes shining with love, her resplendent chestnut tresses shining as they tumbled down her back, he felt a peculiar sense of longing.
Of wanting to keep her.
Forever.
*
It was a foreign sensation and he did not want to dwell on it. Particularly because he suddenly remembered that Bianca was to be shared.
With his half-brother, Finn St Just.
A sudden jolt of fury and jealousy, so strong, he drew in a sharp breath, sho through him, unexpectedly.
And right now, Liam O’Grady was having difficulty in thinking straight, just looking at the vision before him, so sharing her seemed a remote possibility.
*
Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he crawled across the bed, slowly, watching as she bit her lower lip in anticipation as she looked at him, unblinkingly, holding her breath.
He kissed her belly button, swirling his tongue around her navel, as he growled, “Babe, we need to get you a little piercing here.”
She gulped and whispered,
“Yes…”
She would have agreed to anything he said at that time, she knew for her mind was a mess now, and only the lust-ridden impulses in her body were coursing through her at the time.
*
He lingered over each breast, sucking, licking and then taking the entire nipple, areolae and all, into his mouth, dragging his tongue over it, one by one, as she collapsed, groaning, her hands in his hair, begging him…
He raised his hand after a while and continued his journey to her mouth as her feverish hands scratched and clawed wildly on his back, his shoulders, anywhere she could scratch him as her hips bucked crazily.
He kissed her , taking his time, the stubble on his cheek grazing her soft flesh and then, his mouth fastened on her lips.
She was lost, crazed by his expertise and for O’Grady, this was something totally different from the practised women he bedded, the socialite, the celebrities and of course, on occasion, the escorts.
Bianca was like putty in his hands, eager to learn and he felt a deep warmth flooding his chest as he kissed her, holding her protectively.
‘Please…O’Grady…Please…” she whispered against his mouth, her mind trying to take in the million sensations that were clamouring in her.
He shook his head, a smile on his beautifully curved lipa and said growled against her lips,
“Don’t be greedy, little one. Daddy has just begun.”
She tried to relax, forcing her breathing to slow down as she said softly,
“Yes…”
He began to move again, but this time, he kissed her as he made his slow, torturous way back to her mound. She groaned, raising her hips and he felt his c*ck leak pre-cum freely. He was so aroused by her innocence, her total abandon as he shuddered beneath his touch.
When he reached her parted thighs, he looked up at her.
“Sit up, ” he growled and she hesitated, then obeyed him.
Liam O’Grady grinned devilishly.
Her submissiveness, her total obedience, was something that made his c*ck rear in anticipation.
“I want you to watch while I eat your pus*y, baby,” he said and she threw her head back, moaning. Just the thought of what O’Grady was about to do to her body, made her squirt her juices and he laughed softly, astonished by the force of her candid reactions.
“Well, well…” he drawled and then, his ardour got the better of him.
He lowered his head and she sobbed as his stubbled cheeks grazed her inner thighs. Then his tongue took over, flicking, laving and she bucked helplessly as he held her down, while she came in a rush….
*
O’Grady swiped his tongue over her sensitive slit once more, making her moan and he raised his head, his chin wet.
Moving to her face, he kissed her, their tongues meeting, duelling fiercely and when he lifted his head, she giggled, her dimples appearing tantalizingly,
“I …can taste myself …on you…”
She was blushing so furiously, it made him feel protective and he kissed her nose as he readied to take her again.
“Care for a ride, Bianca?”
he crooned and she nodded.
He rolled over in one smooth movement, bringing her on top of his body.
Then, he lifted her hips slightly and brought her down on his erect member.
she cried out, a scream as he impaled her, stretching her wet pus*y.
O’Grady’s expression was fierce as he half sat up, slamming her down, the sight of her abandoned, helpless eyes, the large breasts flopping helplessly…it was too much for him. Her womb muscles tightened around him, squeezing him as he rode her, thrusting harder, higher each time, Throwing her head back, she cried out, gasping,
‘I…there….” And then, Binaca was coming, crashing, her whole body on fire. And with a massive roar, O’Grady held her waist in a vice-like grip.
Then, with his mouth latched on her breast as he exploded, and he threw his head back, roaring…
*
Finn St Just sat in a chair, trying to relax as the reptilian-like gaze of Cahill ran over him.
“So, you got yourself a good pus*y, eh lad?”
St Just nodded curtly and then he said, in a hard voice,
“I know that you did not invite me here for a chat on our choice of f*ck mates, old man.”
And eh continued as Joe Cahill sat up a little, his facial muscles tightening just a little, showing his displeasure.
“What is this about then?”
The old man sat up slowly, placing his hands on the desk as she growled,
“Did you know that your half brother O’Grady, is cheating on you, son?”