Page 77 of Cavaliere

I might be a cold-hearted bastard, but it’s the business that made me this way. Hearing Wren say she doesn’t have family is enough to shatter a little bit of what’s frozen. Family is everything to me. To my brothers.

“Oh, I just hate to hear that,” Ma says sympathetically. “You have this family now.” She winks.

“Thank you.” Wren smiles sweetly at my mom as her hand rubs harder on the head of my cock.

If she doesn’t fucking knock it off, I’m going to have a wet spot on my thigh from pre-cum like I’m fucking fifteen again. I can already feel the satin of my boxers starting to stick to the head from what is already leaking.

I clear my throat to cover up the groan that’s threatening to slip out as I cast a quick glance at Gio. He would never let me live this down.

Conversations flow around me, but I have no idea what’s being said. I can’t focus on anything other than Wren’s hand on my throbbing cock.

Leaning over slightly, I whisper in her ear, “You’re going to pay for this, tesoro.”

What felt like the longest hour of my life is finally over. I’m in the running for the world’s worst blue balls. I wouldn’t be surprised if my cock falls off at this point. Wren knew exactly what she was doing. Just as she sensed I was about to come in my pants, she let off for a few seconds until the edge died off then she was right back to it. Knowing just where to swirl and press. That thumb is fucking lethal.

“Dinner was amazing as usual, Ma,” Alessio says as he sets his cloth napkin on his empty plate.

Everyone mummers their agreement.

“If you all want to retire to the living room, I’ll get the limoncello ready and bring it out.” She beams.

“I’m going to show Wren to the restroom, and we’ll be right there.”

Wren’s eyebrow raises in question, but she doesn’t say a word as she pushes her chair in, takes my outstretched hand, and blindly follows me.

My cock twitches at the trust she bestows me, not knowing that I’m going to destroy that pretty, plump mouth of hers like she’s a dirty fucking whore.

My dirty fucking whore.

Finding the bathroom just down the hall, I shove her inside, locking the door behind us.

“On your knees. Now,” I growl.

Wren’s wide blue eyes are staring up at me as her mouth parts in shock. “What?”

“You think you could tease me all night long, and there wouldn’t be any consequences?” I tsk.

“B-but your family is right down the hall!” she stammers. “They could hear us!”

“Then I guess you better be quiet. Now, get on your fucking knees. I’m not going to say it again.”

Wren stares at me for a moment. Just when I think she’s going to defy me, she slowly sinks to the ground, one knee at a time.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” I groan at her submission. The defiance in her eyes makes my cock weep. “Take it out.”

Wren clumsily plucks at my belt, struggling slightly to pull the Italian leather out of the buckle.

Another groan slips out of me when she finally frees my cock. The barrier of fabric is no longer in the way of her soft hands touching what they have been all night.

Wren’s breath comes in short pants as her mouth becomes level with the thick head.

“Open.”

The fucking tease has the nerve to quirk an eyebrow up at me.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I growl, thrusting my hips forward just enough so her plump lips are pursed around the thick, mushroom head. “Now, Wren.” I wind my hand in her hair, grabbing a nice chunk before I tug back hard.

Wren gasps at the movement, opening her mouth just as I knew she would.