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I continue to spank her on alternate butt cheeks, left-right-left, then repeat the motion again and again until her ass is a fiery red, with the marks of my palm clearly visible on her skin.
"Fuck me." I rub the heat into her skin, and she whimpers. A moan bleeds from her lips and I bend and kiss the abraded skin. I sit back on my heels and tug on her waist, urging her up on all fours. In this position her butt is right there in my face. I squeeze her butt cheeks, pry them apart, then bury my face in her ass.
6
Olivia
"Massimo!" I gasp. Heat streaks my cheeks. To say I am mortified is putting it mildly. No man has ever eaten me out there. No one. He stabs his tongue inside my forbidden hole, and a tingling coils in my belly. I try to pull away, not because it doesn’t feel good, but the opposite. How is that possible? Are there nerve endings there I’m not aware of? Also, why does it feel sooo good?
He pulls me back, then slides his hand around my hip to play with my pussy. The combination of him tugging on my clit, along with him curling his tongue inside my back channel is too much. I try to pull away, even as I push my butt back, trying to get him to go deeper inside. He releases me, only to reach over and grab something from the bedside table. Something cold trails over my back hole.
I shiver as he works the lube inside my puckered hole, then slides a finger inside. He continues to strum my clit and the vibrations chase each other in my belly. He adds a second finger and works his digits in and out of me. I groan, bury my face in the pillow and give in to the foreign sensations that zing up my spine.
He pulls out his fingers. The mattress shifts. I hear the bedside drawer open, the crinkle of the wrapper, then something much bigger and more blunt nudges my back opening.
I tense, and he slides his other hand to play with my clit. Instantly, my bones liquefy. My muscles tremble, I release the breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding, and that’s when he slides into me.
Oh, my god, it hurts."It hurts," I cry out.
He pauses, allowing me to adjust to his size, then reaches up to pinch my nipple. He twists it, and my entire body jolts. The pulse in my center begins to beat faster. Moisture pools in my core and that’s when he begins to move. He pulls out, then pushes forward, and again through the ring of muscles.
"Oh, god," I gasp as a trembling seizes me. Pinpricks of electricity radiate out from where we are connected. He continues to squeeze my nipple as he moves in and out of me. Each time he sinks into me, he slides deeper. On the next thrust, he bottoms out and seats himself fully inside me. His balls slap against my tender flesh, sending another burst of heat shimmering up my spine. I dig my fingers into the cover, and tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes. It’s too much. He’s filling me up, stretching me, pinning me to the mattress with his cock. He pulls out, then thrusts inside. At the same time, he yanks on my nipple and slaps my pussy with his free hand.
I howl, my back curves, and the orgasm crashes over me. My entire body shudders as I submit to the vibrations that hold me in thrall. As I drift down into myself, I become aware of the aftershocks coursing through me. He fucks me through it, prolonging the high. Still woozy, I reach down between our legs to grab his balls and squeeze. His muscles lock, tension pours off of him, and with a muted roar, he empties himself inside me. When I open my eyes again, I hear the sound of water running in the bathroom. Is he cleaning up? I close my eyes, only to jerk awake to find I’m on my back and he’s cleaning between my legs again.
"You’re making a habit of this," I say, or at least, I try to, for my brain cells have been blown by that last round of fucking. Instead, I actually mumble something like, “Ya...may...aha...mmm...”
He chuckles, then straightens and tucks me into his side again. My entire body is so relaxed, I feel I’m drifting. Cast adrift in a white space with no beginning, and no end. There’s a soft brush against the top of my head, then he wraps his big arms around me. The heat from his body cocoons me, and I close my eyes again.
The next time I’m woken, is to find him inside me again, moving softly. His big body looms over me, his gray eyes almost transparent. I watch myself in them as he thrusts gently into me. He leans and kisses me and I allow myself to sink into it.
It’s fine; this is the last time. I’m going to walk away and never see him again. Surely, it’s okay to let myself enjoy this time with him?
I wrap my arms around his neck as he coaxes me to wind my legs about his waist. He pushes into me again and again, his every touch so gentle that warmth seeps into my skin. My blood thrums, and my cheeks flush. I push my breasts into his chest, enjoying the scrape of his hair-roughened chest against my breasts. He deepens the kiss as he speeds up his actions. This time, my orgasm wafts up my legs, dream-like in its progress. It creeps up my thighs, curls around my waist, then slides up my spine. A groan wells up, and he swallows it as I float up to the sky. He follows me over the edge, his heartbeat thudding against my chest. We stay there for a few minutes, until my eyelids begin to flutter shut. He pulls out of me, and I hear him slide off the bed. Guess he must be disposing the condom. Within seconds, the mattress depresses, then something cool brushes between my legs before he slips in next to me and pulls me on top.
"Sleep," he whispers.
7
Massimo
I come awake with a start, and even before I open my eyes, I know she’s gone.Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could I have not woken up when she left?I’m used to sleeping with my awareness at the forefront of my consciousness, ready to awaken at the slightest noise.
Clearly, the sex last night went to my head. Maybe it’s good she’s not here. This way, I don’t have the ability to find out more about her. I glance around and notice something glimmering on her pillow. I walk over and pick it up. It’s the chain she was wearing yesterday. The locket is in the shape of a horseshoe, and seems aged with time. An antique of some kind, maybe? I get dressed, slide the chain and locket into the pocket of my jeans, then walk out.
Downstairs, the bar is silent as I walk past it and out the side entrance. I walk over to my Harley and fire it up, then glance around the parking lot. There were too many cars there when I arrived last night. Any one of them could have been hers. Sourcing security tapes from the bar is out of the question, since I made a deal with the owner to turn off the security system when I’m there. It’s a precaution I took to ensure no one could track down my whereabouts.
I should let her go, keep our association to the night we shared, but as I drive out, I already know that’s not going to happen. The sex was incredible, but more than that, there was something about Via, the way she laughed, how she tried to take the lead over and over again—good luck with that, it’s not something I’ll ever allow a woman to do—and yet, she managed to surprise me. When she walked out of the bathroom in only her panties and that corset, which nipped her waist in and pushed up her gorgeous breasts, and turned her already generous hips into porn star proportions—I almost came in my pants.
It took everything in me to hold back as she walked over to stand in front of me, as if asking me to undress her. The gall of the woman, she managed to get me to toe the line, and fuck, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing ever. She held her own against me every step of the way, responded to my every ministration, opened her heart to me when we made love—when we fucked, I mean. Oh... That gorgeous hair of hers that seemed to have a life of its own; there was so much of it. It brushed my chest and goosebumps erupted on my skin. The taste of her lips, the heat of her pussy, the tightness of her ass—I have no doubt I’m the first to take her there. Fuck. I drag my fingers through my hair, and realize I’ve been staring at my bike for a while now. Fuck, I needed to get out of here. Maybe the drive home will clear my head.
* * *
The drive home did not clear my head. In fact, as the days progress, things are getting worse. I can’t eat, can’t sleep. Can’t do anything but redouble my efforts to find Via. Why didn’t I ask for her full name? Why didn’t I try to find out where she lives? She’s from somewhere nearby. Or not. She could have been passing through, but I doubt it. No, she must be from somewhere nearby.
Of course, she could have given me the wrong name, but I doubt that. She was thinking on her feet and probably chose a name similar to her real name. Not that it increases the odds of finding her—I don’t know her surname. The fact that her profession is somehow related to being physically active is a clue, but again, it doesn't narrow down the odds of finding her. At least, that’s what the private investigator I put on the case told me. Without a picture of some kind to go on, tracking her down is going to be nearly impossible, he said.
I threw more money at the PI and ordered him to do his best. He’s someone I trust, and I’ve used him in the past, so I have no doubt he will. Also, if he doesn’t try hard enough, I’ll put a bullet through his head. He knows that, too. You don’t deal with the Mafia without realizing it’s a high-risk, high-return gamble. Like the one I took when I pursued my interest in her and propositioned her to sleep with me.
