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“Are you sure?” I teased.
He laughed and kissed me. I jumped a little because he took back the power in the situation. His hand went right to my vagina. He rubbed it so hard that I had to double-check whether I still had fabric covering my slit. I did. He was just so powerful in his movements.
“Take me,” I said to him. Unlike him, I had no reservations about how I came. Whether it was his tongue, fingers, or cock, the only thing I cared about was having this man take me down and have his way with me. He had no reservations because his muscled arms lifted me off the floor, and the next thing I knew, he was carrying me over to the couch. This was everything that I ever wanted. It was much like watching one of those teen drama shows and being envious of the characters who did something romantic like that. You never quite think that you will ever be in those shoes. That’s not real, after all. A strong and sexy man doesn’t carry you across his oversized living room in his mansion. But there I was, proving the narrative of reality all wrong.
I let out this little giggle when he plopped me down on his big, fluffy white couch. It was my little paradise. Every second that passed was one I was taking snapshots of in my head. I wanted to keep them forever in my head as memories. I knew they’d remain no matter what came into my life after that day.
He and I locked eyes when my back was against those couch cushions. There was this tremendous sense of anticipation inside of me. It was like some sort of level above the excitement. I had never felt such a feeling before, but I loved it.
His lumberjack-like hand followed the direction of his eyes– to my breast. I had no time to let that beautiful gaze sink in because his hand yanked at my top, pulling down the fabric to expose my bra. My nipple grew hard instantly. I was surprised the thing hadn't poked a hole through it somehow. I knew it was coming but wanted him to yank the bra down. I had these vivid images of him putting that nipple in his mouth and sucking. Instead, he pulled me up from the couch to remove my blouse. There was a smirk on my face while he did that. I wasn’t psychic, but I predicted he’d waste no time taking my bra off. And he didn’t.
When my breasts were free of the bra, he grabbed one firmly in his hand and brought it to his mouth. Those soft yet masculine lips of his wrapping their lips around my little pink nipples were everything. I somehow left my body and never felt more alive at the same time. There were moments when he yanked my nipple, and then there were the times when he was super gentle and knew exactly how to tease me. He made this motion where he’d take the tip of his tongue and flick at the tip of my nipples. Every time I’d think my nipples couldn’t get any harder, they did.
While his tongue worked its magic, his hand played with my other breast. My eyes wouldn’t look away from how his thick finger manhandled my nipples. It was like I was being explored on all ends. As much as I loved having him explore them that way, I wanted more. I wanted his cock.
Because I was impatient, I stopped him from what he was doing and pushed him down onto the couch, where I peeped at him, smiling at my actions. I started to suck him off again until he could handle it no more.
He waited a few seconds before he got on top of me and put his cock in me. I was super wet, almost dripping. This made it easy to put his cock in me. I couldn’t have been happier once it was. Just the act of having it stuff me was satisfying in and of itself. I almost didn’t even need him to penetrate me at that point. But of course, that’s what happened a millisecond later.
Tomaso’s eyes closed tight. His jaw extended forward to where it looked like he would let out a grunt at any moment. I watched him like I was in a theater watching a movie. Something was fascinating about watching an eternally tough man, usually stoic, filled with thoughtfulness on his face, transform into this vulnerable man all because of me. It gave me a little bit of an ego trip, to be honest. It made me feel far larger than I was. But at the same time, I was getting close to climaxing. The harder he penetrated me, the closer I got, and I felt myself losing control. My legs even started to twitch.
“I’m gonna….” I couldn’t finish my sentence even if I tried. He pulled out shortly after I had finished. The warmth of his juices hit my belly, and I could only hope this would be a centerpiece of my future moving forward.
We snuggled after sex. That act was, for whatever reason, surprising to me. I guess I hadn’t truly expected the affection so soon after getting back together, even though he and I had just shared our bodies with one another.
We lay there in silence for a good while. That entire time, I wondered what was going through his mind. Those hulking arms of his were holding me close to him. It was like he didn’t want to let me go. In a way, that was enough for me. I didn’t need more than that in terms of words. A girl could wonder. There was no harm in that. With furry chest inches from my face, why question things and ruin the moment? Why concern him with the future when it wasn’t yet guaranteed? I had everything that I wanted right there in the present. And if I had learned anything from my time with Tomaso, the current moment mattered most.
But then, out of nowhere, I got the words I desired and needed to hear to confirm everything I wanted for my future.
“I love you, Angelina.”
With tears in my eyes and a strong attempt to keep those tears from falling, I told him, “I love you more, Tomaso.”
We held one another even tighter after those words were uttered. And call me crazy, but I had no doubts about our future. Perhaps that was not the wisest perception. Perhaps I still needed to not focus on what was to come and instead focus on the man before me. But you know what, I was happy. And that was all that mattered. Plus, something told me that I didn’t need to worry about anything else.
I had Tomaso, and he had me.
Epilogue
Tomaso
Ithoughtthecontractwas the worst thing that could have happened to me. And how could I not? It was set in place to avoid marrying a woman I hadn't seen since the whole debacle had arrived. The contract felt dirty. It felt wrong. And it felt like just another set of shackles outside of trying to be forced to marry Linda. There was nothing fun about having to draw up a legally binding piece of paper that would ruin Angelina's life. I didn't feel good about that. I felt tremendously horrible at first. And I had done some pretty terrible things in my lifetime. You think you get a pass with that stuff when you're in the mafia. Instead, your hands are forced. You become a shell of your former self in an attempt to survive in a world that no one can prepare for. And I dragged her into it with the promise of money, hoping not to have to marry someone. No matter what angle you looked at it from, it was downright terrible to approach her.
At the same time, yes, I was trying to avoid all that. But I also had not been looking for love. What's the last thing on my radar? People like me, people in the mafia, did not find love. They enter into loveless marriages as they try to escape their daily fear of getting killed in the streets. There was nothing real about his marriage. The man at home was not the man he was. He was a character that he was playing. He was trying to be present when there was no being present. The Mafia man was always bound to his fears. He was always looking over his shoulders and waiting for that bullet to be put between his eyes.
Now that was the life that I thought I was going to have. One day. I would hit my mid-thirties, maybe my early 40s, and finally, settle down with a woman I didn't love. The funny thing is, this scenario was about to play out with Linda, yet I couldn't do it. But I also did not envision myself falling in love. I didn't even think that I was capable of such a thing.
But there came Angelina. It was fitting that she had the wordangelin her name. Because, at times, it did feel like she had fallen from the heavens and right into my lap. She was too good to be true. She had made me want to live for something. Each breath that I took when I was around her had a purpose and a meaning. And because of that, I was doing something unprecedented.
"I'm out, Dad," I said to my father while standing before his desk.
"You're out? Out of what common sense?"
I shook my head with determination in my eyes. This was something that I was not going to waver on. I had given it much thought that there was no going back. "I'm out of the mafia Dad. I'm done. I would no longer be part of this life. The life that I want is with Angelina."
There was a moment when my father didn't move a muscle on his face or say a word. But then, to my surprise, my father smiled. "I genuinely hope you would come to me with this. I dreamed of the day you would ask to be out."
Now I was the speechless one. "What are you talking about? Since I was 15, you wanted this life for me."
