Page 67 of Jackpot Joker

It takes me a moment to adjust to my surroundings after the intensity of my release, and when I do, a very naked Dario stands in front of me. This man is what fucking dreams are made of.

I can’t help but scan his beautifully sculpted body ever so slowly, not wanting to miss anything. There was never any denying that Dario was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen, but I can now confirm there’s no other man who could compete with him. My eyes drop down to the snake he is currently massaging between his legs.

I knew he was large when he stroked himself across my bedroom, but my mouth gapes when I realize how much larger things truly are the closer they appear. When I look up, he gives me that sinful smirk of his. “Don’t worry, angioletta, it will fit.”

My eyes drop down to inspect it once more because I’m not so sure his words are true. Dario drops his hand away, and his glorious cock stands at attention like a beacon to my body. My hand reaches out to trail the small pieces of metal on the underside, traveling up his shaft like the rungs of a ladder.

I gulp. “Your piercings.”

His smirk grows into a full-fledged smile, and fuck if that doesn’t make him even hotter. “You’ll love them. I promise.”

My tongue darts out to lick my lips. I have no doubt.

Dario picks up his pants from the concrete floor, retrieving his billfold. When a square foil packet is pulled out, I let out a depressed groan, causing him to cut his eyes at me.

“Is everything okay? We don’t have to do this, Jasmine. If you’ve changed your mind, I’ll understand. In fact, I’d be okay if I wasn’t fucking you against another man.”

My heart wants to explode at how willing he would be to end things now, regardless of how angry and swollen the tip of his cock currently appears, but my pussy wants to explode at the thought of him not filling it up.

“I want this,” I assure him. “It’s just that—” I shake my head. “Never mind. It’s dumb.”

Dario walks over and lifts my chin to meet his gaze. “I have never heard you say anything dumb. Tell me.”

His words only help solidify my desire for this man. “I have an IUD, and I really want to feel everything. I want to feel all of you.”

His devilish smirk appears. “You want to feel it as each one of my piercings pops into your perfect pussy?”

Yup. Yup, I fucking want that. I nod, ready to ask for what I want. “If you trust me, I would love for there not to be a barrier between us.”

A wide grin spreads across Dario’s face. “Trust you? I brought you into my home and confessed my family’s darkest sins to you. I killed a man for you, and you watched me do it. I trust you implicitly.” He tilts my chin up. “I get tested regularly, and I always wear a condom. But if you tell me you trust me, too, I would love for you to be the only woman I share this connection with.”

His brown eyes pull me in, and I think about his words. Do I trust Dario, knowing all that he and his family have done? All they are capable of doing? Do I trust him, knowing everyone at my old firm says he’s a total player and has probably been in bed with more women than I’ve ever managed to make friends with? Can I trust him to be as gentle as I need him to be as he eases into me, then as rough as I need him to be to bring me to another orgasm for the night?

Swallowing down any doubts, I reach up, grab the back of his neck, and guide his face down. He presses his lips against mine, and I open up for him, allowing him to seek my tongue and explore all that I am. When we break apart, I grin at him, something I haven’t done a lot of, but hope to do more of in the future. “I trust you, Dario Caruso.”

A small smile, maybe a more genuine one than I’ve ever seen, tugs at his lips. He lines up his impressive length at my entrance, and I take in a deep breath, bracing myself for an impact I know will be deliciously painful. Dario slowly sinks inside me, and my air cuts off. He’s so thick, so big, so pierced, and it’s all so much.

“Breathe, Jasmine, you’re doing so good for me. Take a breath, and I’ll give you some more.” I do as Dario says, allowing him to coach me as he continues to feed my pussy his cock until he’s at the hilt.

Dario’s hands come up to cup my face. “Are you okay? Speak to me. Tell me how you’re doing.”

I take a breath, relaxing around him. The stretch is painful, but somehow also the greatest pleasure I’ve ever experienced. “I’m good. This feels good.”

The boyish smirk skates across his lips again before Dario leans down and kisses me. Pulling away, he says, “We’re only getting started.”

This time, Dario doesn’t take his time, pulling himself out and plunging into my core. I cry out as I feel every single inch and metal bar that comes with it.

“Fuck,” he draws out, and I agree, but my breath hasn’t caught up with me yet, and I can’t speak. Dario continues to pull out and sink back in, but my body doesn’t appreciate the angle I’m in.

Dario’s eyes meet mine, and he can sense my frustration. I didn’t realize I was so easy to read until I met him. “What’s wrong, angioletta? Am I hurting you?”

“No,” I groan. “ I need…” I grunt, but can’t find the words. I need something, but I can’t figure out how to explain it.

As I go to try again, Dario is hauling me into his arms, his dick still inside of me, and when my body leans into him, he sinks further, and I moan deeply.

“Yes, fuck that feels so good. I need you. I need more of you.”

“Wrap your legs around me.” I immediately do as he says, gasping as he hits a spot inside that nearly has me peaking.