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“Alright, fine.” I lean back in my seat. “That was a call from Carlo, telling me that two of our men died last night. Shot down during a drug deal.” My jaw tightens at the thought.
Daniella’s warm hand covers mine, her blue eyes sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I know it must eat at you.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath. “Want me to make you feel better?” she asks.
My eyes gleam and I nod once, before she slides down to her knees in front of me. One hand on my cock and it immediately hardens. Fuck, she barely has to try before I’m ready to go. She looks up at me and I’m sure the sight of her will be ingrained in my mind forever.
I shudder when she reaches into my briefs to pull out my cock. It bobs in front of her. She doesn’t do anything but rub it for several seconds, slowly stroking me. I nearly lose it when she licks her bottom lip, staring at it hungrily. I start to grow impatient.
“Suck me off,tesoro,” I say calmly, despite the rapid beat of my heart.
A bead of arousal leaks from the tip of my cock. The first slide of her tongue on my shaft hits me hard. Heat spreads up my stomach and tightens in my chest. My head falls back to the couch and I clench my teeth in an effort not to make a sound as she licks my cock like a lollipop.
Her free hand slides up to my taut abs. Her fingernails are painted red, like sin. I don’t if it’s the color I’m obsessed with or her but the sight of it on her lips or hands drives me wild. The press of them on my stomach burns a path just as hot as her mouth. Her gaze meets mine as she tongues the head of my cock. I hold in my groan as she tortures me with little licks and sucks that make me ache.
She tilts, staring at me with barely disguised amusement. “You’re being pretty quiet, babe.”
“I’m fighting against every urge to fuck that sweet mouth hard,” I tell her, gritting my teeth.
Her eyes glint. “Do whatever you want, Christian. I can take it.”
She has no idea what she just promised. I run my thumb down the smooth skin of her cheek. She inhales before taking me in her mouth. This time, she slides all the way down, managing to take in every inch.
“Fuck,” I growl.
She pulls back to suck in a ragged breath. Her eyes water as she takes me in deep again. I ease my cock in softly, trying to feed it to her slowly. Daniella takes me in again and again.
“Daman, baby. You have no idea how perfect you look, taking every fucking inch of my cock.”
She makes a sound of approval around my cock and rubs her thighs together. She’s just as turned on as I am right now. When her throat constricts around me, I know I’m about to come.
“Can I come in your mouth,tesoro?” I ask breathlessly.
She blinks up at me in acquiescence. It’s her eyes that do me over. Heat erupts inside me so violently my ears ring as I come in her mouth. She swallows every single blast, her eyes still a little teary. I make a rough sound in the back of my throat, every cell in my body filled with satisfaction and something else. An emotion I can’t name right now.
She leans away from my cock, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her hair is an unruly mess of curls almost reaching her waist. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to mine, kissing her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers find their way into my hair and I groan softly as a shudder goes through me.
“Now your turn,” I tell her, pulling back. “Sit on my face.”
She sighs softly. “Christian, if this keeps up we’ll never make it to breakfast.”
“Breakfast is overrated,” I tell her, needing to taste her badly.
She sighs again and I smile. She has no idea how cute she looks right now. By the time I carry her to the bed, slide her panties to the side, and pull her to straddle my face, every sound out of her mouth is a moan and a plea for me to never stop.
* * *
We never do makeit out of the room in time to eat breakfast. By the time we arrive in the kitchen, it’s noon. I’m famished and Daniella’s cranky. Her eyes light up when she takes in the empty kitchen. I sit at the counter and stare as she gets to work on preparing our meal. I could watch her for hours. The cute quirk of her lips when she’s thinking about something. The way her eyes glaze over a little any time she looks at me.
“Did you go to college?” she asks, grabbing the ingredients for the meal.
I arch an eyebrow. “That was random.”
“I’m just curious. It’s not like your career path requires a college degree.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I agree. “But Mom made sure each and every one of us went to college. Carlo went to college abroad. I went to Stanford. Topher went to Princeton.”
Her eyes widen. “Damn. Both you and Topher went to Ivy League schools. What did you study?”
