Page 58 of Taking His Heart

CJ holds himself there. I can see the strain on his face. He wants to move. He doesn’t, though. He waits until we both can feel my pussy relax, adjusting to his size. That’s when he moves. And boy, does he.

Thrusting in and out, giving me everything he has to give. My hips lift off the bed, meeting his movements. A rhythm we’re both very familiar with. I need more. I want him deeper. I lift my legs and CJ takes over, placing them over his shoulders as he sits up. The new angle getting him deeper, hitting that spot only he’s ever been able to find. He fucks me like this until I’m coming again. Then he pulls out of me. Dropping my legs back to the bed before he crawls his way up my body with his cock in his hand.

CJ doesn’t stop until he reaches my mouth, rubbing the tip against my lips.

“Open,” he commands, and I do. He slides himself into my mouth and I close my lips around him. “Suck. I want you to suck me off until I’m coming down your throat. And then I want you drinking it all.”

Hollowing out my cheeks, I do exactly as I’m told. Because, well, if you saw this man’s dick, you wouldn’t say no to sucking it either. I’ve never really been a huge fan of giving blow jobs. But there is something powerful in the way I know I can make CJ come undone like this. Even though he’s on top of me, pushing his dick into the back of my throat, I feel more powerful right now than I ever do.

My eyes scan his face, watching for the moment he loses control. The spurts of his cum hit my throat and I swallow as fast as I can, doing my best not to choke on him. CJ pulls back a little, and I manage to swallow every bit of cum he feeds me.

Smiling down at me, he pulls his cock all the way out. “So fucking good.” He crawls back down my body. Then he’s leaning over and fusing his lips with mine. “I fucking love you,” he says between kisses.

“I love you too,” I tell him, holding on to him as tight as I can.

“I think I might buy a helicopter. That was kind of cool,” I tell CJ as we walk up the stairs of my family’s jet.

“I’ll buy you one,” he says. “We can make sure the homes we buy have a helipad.”

“Maybe. I feel like the noise of a chopper might scare all the cats you plan to have, though.” I laugh.

“Now what on earth is wrong with cats, Dani?” CJ asks.

“Pussies are the best thing God ever invented.” This comes from my brother as we step onto the plane.

“Ew, gross.” I screw up my face at him. “We were talking about the actual animal.”

“Well, they’re cute too,” Aurelio says.

“Thank god you’re finally here. I want to go home.” Rosie pops her head up from the book she’s reading in a recliner in the back of the jet.

“I think it’s shark week,” Aurelio whispers.

“Don’t be an idiot.” I shove past my brother and head right for my little sister. I can always tell when something is wrong with her. And right now, something is very wrong.

Just as I sit down, another body enters the jet. “Didn’t think you could leave without us, did you?” Aiden is followed by CJ’s cousin Elias.

“You’re both coming to Australia?” CJ asks them.

“Yep, can’t wait. Have you seen the girls in Australia? Hot as fuck down there.” Aiden sits in one of the recliners towards the front of the jet.

Ignoring them, I turn to Rosie. “What’s wrong?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

“Nothing. I’m just home sick and I want to go home,” she tells me.

“Rosie Daisy De Bellis, either you tell me what’s wrong, or I’m bringing Aurelio in on this whole situation,” I warn her. She knows if I get our brother involved, he will dig and dig until he finds what’s bothering her.

“I just got dumped. Over a text message,” she says in a quiet voice.

My head spins. She got dumped? When was she even seeing anyone?

“What? Who? When? How? I have so many questions,” I tell her. “Great! Not only am I the world’s shittiest wife, I’m a shitty big sister too.”

“Daniella Bianchi.” CJ’s voice interrupts my thoughts and I look towards him. He has a huge smile on his face. “I just like saying the name of the world’s best wife.” He winks at me.

Damn it, he was listening to me. I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always tuned into whatever I’m doing.

“Thank you,” I say, my face heating up.