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She wanted him inside her. But that would have to wait. He was recovering from surgery and needed to restrain his activity level. She bent her head to the opening of his jeans, and licked his hard meat from base to tip.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Saks. His head fell back and he began breathing hard.
“Baby,” she said, “I want you in my mouth. I need to taste you.”
“I’m powerless to stop you” said Saks. When she arched an eyebrow in reply he said, “No, really. Lying flat like this, I can’t move.”
“Good.” She laughed as she got to her knees, and pulled his jeans down to reveal his hard and ready shaft that slapped against his stomach. She wrapped her fingers at the base of his cock and lowered her head to it, lapping the head where precum glinted in the thin ribbon of sunlight streaming from Saks’ nearly- closed curtains.
Her tongue tasted this small part of him, musk and salt, desire and sex, and she wanted more. So much more. The scent of him surrounded her and she was caught in the spell of the powerful man below her. She swore her heart beat in a different rhythm now, one that included his heart, too. A beat that encircled her and twined them together. At this moment there was nothing she wouldn’t do to give him happiness.
Chrissy took him into her mouth, taking as much as she could which was only a third. He was big! Her tongue teased his flesh and he swelled harder as his skin grew to steel-like tautness.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Take it all.”
She wasn’t sure she could. She cursed her untutored motions in this. For the first time in her life she was jealous of other girls who had more experience and would know what to do.
But Saks was hers, her man, and she wasn’t going entertain thoughts of what other women would do with him. If she had her way, he’d never go near another woman again. She opened her mouth and slid it down his length as far as she could take it.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. With his one good hand he wove his fingers in her hair, and her body responded with a shiver that started at the top of her head and shot to her toes.
She didn’t know eating a man’s cock could be so hot.
With a steely grip, he urged her to take more of him. With his hand drawing pleasure/pain with the pulling of her hair, his musk overwhelming her nose, and her mouth full of his cock, she fell headlong in her arousal. She grew wet instantly.
“Baby,” he groaned.
She swallowed, taking his tasty salty precum down her throat. Every part of him was made for her and she needed him inside her. Chrissy pulled away and stared into his gorgeous eyes.
“Sweetie,” she said. “Can I, I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, but you have me so hot I need you.”
“I’m a big boy,” said Saks. “I can take it.”
“Yes,” she murmured. “You certainly are.” She stood and shed her clothes, to stand utterly naked before him.
His gaze swept her body, his eyes glittering in total adoration. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes. His heartfelt words stroked her heat as surely as if his hand touched her skin. Chrissy trembled as her need for him lit every cell in her body. She crawled onto the bed, moving toward him as sensuously as a jungle cat, and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue joined his in stoking their need and her heart sped up in her chest. In a burst of lust, she straddled his hips, gripped his shaft, and sunk him deep within her in one smooth move.
“Ah,” he cried. “Damn. That’s fucking hot.”
“You know what’s hot,” she said in a husky voice. “How much you fill me, impale me, take my body.”
He groaned long and low as if she tortured him. “Damn,” he hissed. He placed his hand on her hip. “Fuck me, baby.”
She moved slowly up and then down, enjoying the pleasurable stretch of him within her core, and the jolts of his tip at her womb’s entrance, and how the size of him pressed her g-spot in an unrelenting slide of pleasure. Was there anything better?
A serpent coiled in her belly, an unrelenting need to feel more of him, and she sped up her movements on his cock. It felt so good and she needed more. Her pace became furious as she mercilessly rode him. Each stroke took her higher, tumbling toward a final burst of light and warmth and heat, sending her into a space of no thought, just the sensation of pleasure that throbbed through her.
His fingers bored into her skin and his body tensed as he met her slams into his body. “Chrissy!” His back arched and he plowed into her with one final thrust, coming in her in spurts. When he stopped moving she shuddered in an aftershock of pure pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re amazing, woman.”
“You’re not half-bad yourself,” she said in a sated sexual haze. She sighed, gave him a kiss, and pushed herself up.
“Hey, where are you going?” Saks said.
“Bathroom. Want to come with?”
He chuckled. “I’ll just lay here in the glow of our love.”
“Our love, eh?” She walked into the ensuite and looked at her face in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, but her cheeks flamed with a rosy glow that matched the warmth in her heart.
“I do love you, Christina Serafini,” called Saks.
She closed her eyes. Chrissy had come here to tell Saks about her feelings, but instead he spilled out his. She stood naked in the bathroom, enjoying the glorious feelings Saks brought up in her.
And she didn’t want to stop these emotions. She wanted, no, she needed Saks. He was a missing dimension in her life. But her family was a problem. They didn’t want her to see him at all, and this, what happened, would never be acceptable to them.
Perhaps if she took it slowly. Talked with her mother, who would talk with her father, who would convince Grandfather. Otherwise, Saks would be in a good deal of trouble. The last thing he needed was another beatdown, this time by her grandfather’s associates proficient in that sort of thing.
“Chrissy? Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Saks,” she said. “I heard you.”
“Marry me.”
Fear seized Chrissy at those words. Marry. Marry? Oh, hell no, this was going too fast.
“Chrissy?”
She walked slowly from the bathroom, and picked up the clothes she dumped on the floor. “Saks. I do love you,” she said in a serious tone.
“That’s great.” His face lit with happiness and her heart hurt at what she had to say.
“But I can’t marry you. Not now.”
The happy expression on Saks’ face dissolved into a frown. “Why not?”
“My parents, for one thing.”
“Fuck your parents,” he spit out in anger.
“No, Saks. That’s not possible. I’m not even supposed to see you.”
“Then why are you here?” he said in a growl as he watched her dress, unable to stop her.
“Because I do love you, and,” she sighed, angry with herself and confused. What did she get herself into? “I do want to see you and be with you. But it’s going to take a while before we can bring this up to them.”
“You mean, meet on the sly, fuck like bunnies, and act like we don’t know each other?”
“That’s not what I mean,” she said defensively.
“What do you mean, then?” demanded Saks. “Because I don’t see it any other way when you say we can’t tell them.”
“I—I—” gasped Chrissy. She didn’t know what to say.
“I hate secrets. That’s what this whole gangster life is, secrets and lies told to the people closest to us to hide the things that we do. I never wanted any part of it and I still don’t.”
“Saks,” she said in appeal.
“Don’t ‘Saks’ me. Either we handle this like adults and let the chips fall where they may, or we forget the whole thing. I will not be your secret.”
“Even if that means your body found in a car by the river?” she said heatedly. “Because, let me tell you, my grandfather is a vindictive son-of-a-bitch when he’s crossed and he’d do that just to spite me.”
“You forget where I come from, Chrissy. There isn’t a Rocco who can’t beat a Serafini any day of the week.”
Saks’ eyes blazed with anger and she knew with a sinking heart that he wouldn’t back down. Stupid goombah. Stunad. He’d get himself killed over her and she couldn’t allow that. Chrissy slung her purse over her shoulder with a jerk. “Fine,” she hissed. “Then if those are my choices, I’m not interested. You’re a great lay, Saks. It makes my mind stupid. I’m done with being stupid.” Before Saks could say another word, Chrissy ran out of the apartment and to her car. Tears pooled in her eyes as she jerked the car into reverse and then in drive, peeling out of the driveway as fast as she could.
She had to pull over into a parking lot when the tears got too big to see through. She cried in long, gasping sobs that wracked her body as time passed without notice. Suddenly police cars pulled into the parking lot, flashing their lights. She looked around in confusion and saw police cordoning off a section toward the back of the drugstore whose parking lot she sat in.
What the hell happened here?
