Cane

I knew how Pearl would take the news.

But I wasn’t prepared for how shitty it would make me feel. She slapped me harder than my own mother had because there was so much hate packed into the strike. If Crow hadn’t pulled her off me, she probably wouldn’t have stopped.

I loved Pearl like a sister—truly. But that love didn’t stop my lust for Adelina. I was in full awareness that my actions were wrong. I was providing asylum in exchange for sexy blow jobs and dry humps, and eventually, sex. The right thing to do would be to leave the poor woman alone until she had to return to Tristan.

But I didn’t want to leave her alone. I wanted to fuck her all over my house.

I went to work for most of the day while Adelina stayed inside the enormous house along the countryside. I was torn between thinking about her and Pearl. My mind went from picturing Adelina’s tits to Pearl’s pissed-off expression. Like an angel and devil sitting on my shoulders, I was torn between the two.

I arrived at the house later that night, long after the sun had set over the Tuscan fields. My Jaguar sat in the driveway, and I walked into the house, seeing most of the lights were on, probably because Adelina didn’t like the dark.

I walked into the kitchen first and saw her standing in front of the refrigerator. She immediately shut the door like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

I set my keys and wallet on the counter. “You can eat whenever you want. I said that already.” I didn’t treat her like a slave, and I hated it when she acted like it. But some habits died hard.

She’d recently taken a shower because her hair was damp. It was nearly dry, and it framed her face in a different way than usual. Her cheeks had a little more color because of the warm water, and her eyes sparkled because she clearly felt comfortable being clean on a regular basis. What aroused me the most was the fact that she was wearing my sweatpants and t-shirt. It was unflattering to her curvy frame, but it still got my imagination going. I pictured her pulling on my clothes after she rode my cock for the night.

Now I was hard.

She pulled out a few things from the fridge and started to make a sandwich.

I stood there and watched her smear mustard onto the Italian bread, imagining licking that yellow sauce away from her mouth. After my horrible conversation with Pearl, I still desired this woman when I shouldn’t. But now all I could think about was kissing her, pressing her against the kitchen island and moving my hands to her womanly hips. Making out wasn’t high on my list of fantasies, but I really enjoyed kissing her.

I wasn’t sure why.

When she realized I was staring at her, she looked up. The knife was still held in her hand, stained with the yellow mustard. She knew something was coming, and she waited for it.

I walked around the counter until I was right by her side. I noticed the way her breathing picked up, the way her chest lifted with the deep breaths she took. She pressed her lips together, and when she opened them again, I saw the way her lips stuck together before they finally dragged apart.

I came up behind her and pressed my chest to her back, my mouth close to her neck. My hands moved to the counter on either side of her, and I didn’t bother taking the knife from her hand. She wouldn’t stab me with it—even if her friend weren’t being held captive. She wouldn’t hurt me because she liked me—even if she wouldn’t admit it.

I finally pressed my lips against her skin and gave her a soft kiss, softer than a butterfly landing on a rose petal. But her reaction was as strong as an avalanche. She inhaled again, shivering the second my mouth came into contact with her body.

My mouth moved over her ear, and I let my warm breath drift across the opening, wanting her to hear my arousal. My lips found the shell of her ear and pressed a gentle kiss there. I loved feeling her reactions to me, feeling her tighten and relax simultaneously. My hands moved to her hips through the loose fabric, and I slowly turned her around. She didn’t fight me, but she took her time facing me.

When we were face-to-face, she looked into my eyes with parted lips. Her chest still rose and fell at a rapid rate, and I remembered exactly how those hard nipples felt against my chest when I grinded on top of her.

My hand moved up her body, purposely feeling the outline of her tit through the fabric of her shirt, and up to her cheek. My fingers cupped her face, and my thumb ran along her bottom lip, feeling the softness against the pad of my skin. My pinkie could feel the strong pulse in her neck, her quickened heartbeat under my touch. There was no repulsion or disdain in her expression.

She was practically begging me to kiss her.

I just wished she would beg me to fuck her too.

I crowded her against the kitchen island until I could feel the swell of her breasts against my chest. If I pushed hard enough, I could feel her nipples press through the fabric. My lips were just inches from hers, but I didn’t kiss her. I closed my eyes and treasured the feel of her warm breath falling on my skin. I’d never paused a kiss just to feel the anticipation a little longer. I’d never felt the prickle of my skin, the excitement in my veins like this. “Tell me to kiss you.” I wanted to listen to her want me, even if it was just pretend.

She pressed her soft lips to mine. “Kiss me.”

My mouth returned to hers, and our lips fell into perfect harmony. We moved with the same fluidity as last time, our kiss scorching despite how slow it was. I tilted her chin up slightly so I had greater access to that beautiful mouth. Her tongue greeted mine before her hand wrapped around my wrist, her thumb pressed right against my pulse.

She was the best kisser I’d ever had.

No wonder Tristan was obsessed.

The kiss continued in the kitchen for minutes, our lips breaking apart with audible noises and groans. There was no way she could kiss me like this and not mean it, not feel the passion that burned between us. She wanted this as much as I did. I could feel it in her kiss, feel her ache. I’d been with a lot of women, and I knew when they wanted me—and when they were paid to want me.

She definitely wanted me.

Her hands moved to my jeans, and she unbuttoned them without breaking our kiss.

My heart spiked with adrenaline when I imagined sinking into that warm pussy. I wanted to be buried between her thighs for the rest of the night, my cock riding through the slickness my mouth and fingers had met previously. I wanted to pump her full with my come, but I also wanted her to scream my name with satisfaction. A woman’s pleasure wasn’t always my priority, but I definitely wanted to make her feel good. I wanted her to know how good sex could be.

She pushed my jeans and boxers down until my enormous cock popped out, thick and red at the tip. I already knew how I wanted to take her for the first time. I wanted her in my bedroom, on her back on top of the sheets.

She pulled her lips away from mine, heat in her expression. Her mouth was still slightly parted, and I could see her tongue. Then she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

I wanted my dick to get sucked, but I wanted to fuck her more. “No.”

She glanced up at me from the floor, looking like a goddamn wet dream.

“I want you.” My meaning was absolutely clear even if I didn’t formally say it. I wanted sex. I wanted to feel the sweat down my back from our writhing bodies. I wanted us to feel connected in the most intimate way possible.

It was the first time she hesitated, dropping her gaze.

I knew what that meant. She still wasn’t ready.

I hid my disappointment. All I had to do was threaten to take her back to Tristan, and her legs would be spread in no time. But I wanted her to want me, to want me to fuck her into the mattress until she was filled with my come. “Come with me.” I pulled her to her feet then lifted her up into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms hooked around my neck. I kissed her as I carried her to my bedroom upstairs, a room she’d never entered. My mouth devoured hers all over again, and my big dick pressed against her folds. Even if I couldn’t have all of her, I was going to have some of her.

I set her on the bed then removed her clothes, yanking everything away because I wanted her naked as soon as possible. When I grabbed her thong and pulled it down her long legs, I stared at the nub at the apex of her thighs.

My cock twitched.

I wanted that pussy more than anything else in my life.

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped the rest of my clothes. My dick was pointed straight at her, and the head bubbled with arousal. He wanted to slide between her lips and stretch her out to the perfect size.

But that would have to wait for another time.

I crawled on top of her and kissed her again, feeling our naked bodies touch each other. Her skin was warm and soft, just as it was the last time I devoured her. My hands dug into her as I possessed her. An instant later, my fingers were on her hips then between her legs. My fingers found her clit, and I rubbed it aggressively as I kissed her.

She moaned into my mouth the instant she felt the pressure.

I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my length, telling her what I wanted.

Her hand hesitated before she jerked me off, sliding up and down my impressive length and squeezing me with the perfect amount of force. Her thumb brushed over my head and swiped the bead of liquid that formed at the surface. She rubbed it into the rest of my length, lubricating my cock.

My tongue was buried in her mouth, and my fingers were glued to her pussy. This wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but for now, it was good enough. She was naked, and I was naked. We’d make it work.

She panted into my mouth harder the longer I rubbed her. Without being inside her, I knew she was on the verge of climaxing. I knew exactly how a woman liked to be touched, and I was giving it to her in a way Tristan never did.

And she gave me the best hand job I’d ever received.

As much as my lips wanted to keep kissing her, I broke apart then lay back on the bed, my body propped up on the pillows. My cock lay against my stomach, tilted slightly to the right. “Straddle my hips.”

She hesitated for a moment, probably assuming I wanted to fuck her even though she said no. But an instant later, she realized I wouldn’t do that. If so, I would have done it already. She straddled my hips and rested her pussy right against my dick.

I could feel how wet she was. The moisture from her entrance soaked onto my length, warm and sticky. “Grind against me.” I grabbed her hips and guided her, showing her how to rock her hips and drag her clit along my hard shaft.

She moaned the first time she felt me, feeling the kind of friction against her clit that would make her scream.

I stared at my cock between her folds and saw my head pointed right at my stomach. He was already soaked in her pussy juice, smooth and slippery. She wanted me, but she still wouldn’t let me fuck her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could be a patient man.

Her tits shook as she rocked on her own, her mouth wide open as she breathed deeply. At first, her movements were awkward, like she’d never done it before, but after feeling her clit throb harder, she got into it. She gripped my wrists as I held on to her hips, forcing her chest up and her spine to curve.

Damn, she was gorgeous.

She ground harder against me, her arousal seeping out and reaching my balls. Her nails dug into my skin and left marks that would last for days.

I might not be inside that beautiful pussy, but this was just as hot. “Bellissima…”

She clearly had no idea what I said judging from the quick look of confusion. But that didn’t stop her from dragging her pussy back and forth across my length. Her nipples were hardening, and her chest was blushing with redness.

“Come on my dick, Bellissima.”

She released my wrists and planted her hands against my chest. It was solid as concrete, and I liked feeling her weight against me. I liked supporting her with my strength while she petted my cock with her pussy. She dug into me harder, her eyes growing lidded and heavy. I’d seen that look a few times now, so I knew she was about to come all over me.

Fuck yes.

She opened her mouth, but her scream was slightly delayed. When it did reach my ears, it was piercing and loud, but nonetheless beautiful. Her hips jerked on top of me, her pelvic floor contracting with the climax I just gave her. Her nails dug into my chest and nearly punctured the skin with their sharpness.

Watching a woman come was my weakness. Seeing her mouth part during a scream and her hair shake as she worked her body to enjoy every last inch of me was my threshold. My hands gripped her tits, and I squeezed her hard as I exploded. “Fuck…” I squirted onto my stomach, splashing my seed across my skin but pretending it was deep inside her soaked pussy. She continued to grind against me to make the orgasm last as long as possible, caring about my own pleasure when she didn’t have to.

I wanted her to sit on top of me just like that forever, her small tits perky and hard and her hair flowing down her shoulders. She had a petite waist with a cute belly button. I imagined her with a piercing, and that got me excited again.

I gently rolled her to the bed then walked into the bathroom to clean off. I washed off my come as well as hers then got into the shower to clear my head. I had this beautiful woman locked in the house with me, and I still hadn’t fucked her. But Jesus Christ, did she make up for it. Fooling around with her was better than any other time I’d gotten laid. I wasn’t sure if it was those deep brown eyes or that tight ass, but something about her stole my complete focus.

When I came back to bed, she was under the covers and dead asleep.

I approached the bedside and stared at her, unsure what to do. If I woke her up and kicked her out, that would make me a huge dick. But if I slept with her, I probably wouldn’t get a good night of sleep because I hated sharing my space with people. The only time I shared a bed with someone was when I was in a semi kinda relationship. And even then, I wasn’t happy about it.

But I left her alone and went to sleep.