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Vito
I LEAN DOWN AND PRESS my face into her blonde hair. The sun is shining through the bedroom window across her sweet face, and my heart leaps.
When she called me Daddy that first time, something exploded inside of me. I’d never thought of being referred to that way before, but when it slipped from Esme’s lips, what I already knew was something beyond special became a once-in-a-lifetime revelation.
She was meant for me, and she has given me something I didn’t even know I needed.
For the last two hours, she’s been sleeping, and I’ve spent the majority of that time just watching her, thoughts of what I want from her making my already rock-hard cock harder, but it’s more than just sex.
There are ways I want to care for her I never considered before. I want to consume her. I’ve never been a jealous man before. No one has ever lit me up like Esme has in the last twenty-four hours.
I settle back in next to her as she stirs. I’ve washed, dried and pressed her dress, and made note that she needs a whole new wardrobe. I plan on making that happen for her as soon as possible.
I’ve put on a new suit, the jacket hanging on a chair next to the bed.
“Hey.” Her sleepy voice drifts to my ears.
“Hey yourself.” I run my fingers down her cheek. “You feeling okay, baby?”
She nods and swallows, throwing an arm around my waist and tucking her head against me. “Yes, I’m sorry, I just got so tired. Who knew orgasms could do that to you?” She looks up and smiles.
“Who knew?”
“What time is it?”
“Time to get up and dressed. I want you to come downstairs and help me make a few more decisions about the renovations. I want it done as soon as possible, so that you can be comfortable here.”
She looks perplexed.
“What?” I ask.
“Well, I keep asking about you. You want me to help you decide things about your house, but I still don’t even know your name. Like, your last name I mean. Or, I don’t know, if you don’t want to give me that, then what’s your favorite Netflix series? That’s important, you know.”
I chuckle. “Yes, very important question. I don’t watch TV. I have one, I just don’t watch it.”
“Wow.” She looks out the window, shifting the sheet that already only half covers her unbelievable curves, and my cock jerks in my pants. “Okay, I can live with that. Just know I do watch TV, so you may have to make some concessions.”
“I think I can do that. And...my last name is Vitaglia.”
Her jaw nearly hits the floor. “Vitaglia. Like, the Vitaglias?”
Part of me shrinks back at that reaction. It's the same reaction I’ve gotten all my life whenever someone finds out who I am. My family name comes with a reputation, and I’m scared it’s going to make her run from me.
“Yes, those Vitaglias,” I murmur.
“So that’s why you didn’t want to tell me.”
“Not all the stories you’ve heard about my family are true. Some are...but most are exaggerated.”
A smile plays on her lips, and I can’t believe she’s not going to run a mile. “Vito Vitaglia?” She coughs out a laugh.
“Yes. Well, no.” I feel the smirk spread on my face. She sits up, and I look into her eyes. “Vito is my nickname. My first name is Abbondanzio.”
“Abbon...what?”
I laugh. “Exactly. Vito.”
She nods. “Vito. And what is it you do? I’m guessing you’re part of the family business.” She looks around the room, then back to me.
“I...own some businesses of my own. Do some consulting. It’s complicated.”
“I’m not a simpleton. I can probably grasp it.”
I take her chin in my hand. “I know you can. It’s just right now I want to get you dressed, let you help me make a few more decisions for the contractor, then I’m going to take you out to my favorite restaurant, Paesano’s. On the way, we are going to stop and do some shopping. So, let’s get after it, little girl.”
I stand and walk over to where her dress is hanging on the back of a chair.
“Wait,” she says, her voice flat. “Just one more thing.”
“What? Anything, baby.” I brace myself for the next question, ready to take what’s coming if she asks if I’ve ever killed someone or had someone killed.
“You’re not married, are you? Or have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or both?”
She looks down at the bedding where her hands are fussing with some invisible fuzz.
I walk back over, lay the dress on the bed and take her face in my hands.
“Not only am I not married, I don’t have a girlfriend, or...” I pause, making sure she’s looking at me. “...a boyfriend. I’ve never even been close to getting married. I’m not even one for dating, haven’t dated in years. No time. No interest.”
“Okay.” She bites her lip. “It’s just, someone like you, who looks like you, has all this...” She waves a hand toward the ceiling. “I don’t want to compete. I’m not that experienced, but I see things. Most guys aren’t loyal. Especially if they don’t have to be. I’m sure you could have anyone you wanted.”
“I don’t want anyone. Well, I didn’t. Now I do. Very much. And that person is you.”
Looking at her in my bed, naked, nothing has ever felt so right. I don’t want her to ever leave.
And it won’t be long before I take all of her.
“I FEEL LIKE A PRINCESS.” Her brilliant blue eyes sparkle in the lit candles on the linen tablecloth, and the joy I see there is what I want to see every day for the rest of my life.
“You are a princess.” I lean over and press my lips to hers. When her hand comes to my cheek, she sighs, and I know I can’t ever let her go.
“The clothes.” She looks down at the red sequined dress, its shade perfectly matching her signature lipstick. “The dinner. The way everyone in the restaurant is looking at us. It feels like a fairy tale.”
When we left the house, we took the limo rather than the Merc or the Suburban. I wanted her to feel special and spoiled. A limo and a driver to chauffeur us around town seemed to do the trick.
We spent a few hours shopping at some boutiques, and the back of the limo, as well as the trunk, is now full of bags and boxes. She fussed at first, said she didn’t need anything. So I just started grabbing everything I could reach at the first shop where we stopped, giving it to the poor gal that was waiting on us and telling her to ring up everything.
Esme flushed bright red but finally conceded to picking out things she liked—things we both liked—and the joy I saw in her eyes made me believe that all things are possible again.
“They’re looking at us because they’ve never seen me with a woman before. Let alone someone as beautiful as you are tonight.”
“I still find that so hard to believe.”
“You will learn in time to trust me. I’ve not felt like this for anyone, ever. Please don’t take that lightly.”
“You barely know me.”
“I’m a very perceptive man. It’s my job to know people. You know what else I know?”
“What?”
“You’re going to be a great mother. When we renovate the second floor, you can choose which rooms will be for the children.”
“What children?”
“Ours.” My cock drips cum at the thought of her carrying my seed, her body lush and growing with what I put inside her.
She laughs. “You're already planning our family?”
“I’m planning our life, Esme.”
The waiter comes by and takes the check; I wave him off and let him know I don’t need any change, suddenly needing to get her out of here and back home.
I hold her hand as we snake through the restaurant to the waiting car. Inside, I pull her next to me and tell Hamilton, my driver, to take us home.
“Wait, I have to work tomorrow. I should go home.”
“I am taking you home.”
“You know, this is all a little over the top.” She glances out the window, drawing my eye. “I want so much to think this is happening, then the other part of me is screaming warning.”
“I know one part of you that knows what’s happening...” I run my hand up her thigh straight to her bare pussy and feel the wetness there. “Has that ever happened to you before?”
She shakes her head with an exhale as I place a soft kiss on her lips.
“When we get home, you’re going to give me all of you.”
She nods, leaning back against the seat as I slip my finger just inside her and slowly thrust it in and out.
“I’m going to put my cock right here and take what’s mine.” I move my lips to her ear. “This cherry is mine, isn’t it?” She pauses, and I urge her answer. “What’s the proper answer, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me what I want, making my cock blind to anything but the need to be inside of her.
I finger her to an orgasm, then bring my fingers to my lips to lick off her cream as we pull into the driveway at the house.