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ChapterSeven
Lorenzo
I’m truly all in as we sit with our bodies connected. My need to get off or get her off is nothing compared to the peace I feel just being inside Michelle. It’s like coming home after a long work trip and feeling like I can relax. Like I can breathe again. Don’t get me wrong. I want to fuck her until she screams my name in ecstasy. But for right now, I’m happy exactly as we are. We’re having an intensely personal conversation, and it feels right to be like this as we do.
“I don’t know exactly where we go from here. I’ve thrown a lot at you, and there’s still more for me to explain.”
“Then what do you want, Enzo?”
“I want us together. I want to move forward, assuming our futures are the same. I know you thought about this during the movie, and I’m certain you’ve thought about it since then. But this is a huge decision for you. It is for me too, but it’s not the same. You’re entering a world you don’t know, which means you’ll rely on me and people you don’t know very well. You’ll give up a lot for it while I give up next to nothing. That won’t seem fair because it isn’t. I don’t want you to regret that or resent it. I started carrying a knife with me at all times when I was twelve. Not that long after, I got into a fight where I needed it. More often than not, I carry a gun. I haven’t when I’m with you because I didn’t want to freak you out. But now that you know more, I’ll go back to wearing one. I’ve used it more than once, Chellie. I’ll use it again. I’ve survived not because of it, but because I can assess situations fast and make life-altering decisions without hesitation. I rarely have the luxury of time. That’s how I know what I want with you.”
She shifts, and I groan. Fuck. She feels good, and she wants to get even closer. I want it to, but short of sharing one body, we can’t get physically closer. But I think she wants emotional closeness just as much, and she wants more of it. I do, too.
“My guess is intuition keeps you alive, Enzo. I trust mine too. Laura and I traveled to China during summer breaks, and I visited her while she studied in Russia. She doesn’t know it, but something happened while I was in Russia. I was followed. My intuition told me something was off before I ever saw anyone. It was intuition that told me not to trust a group of women approaching me. When I darted into a store, they followed me and tried to corner me. A group of men came in too. It was intuition that told me to duck into the back of the shop, and an older man hid me. I didn’t know he was there. I didn’t know if I was protecting myself or handing myself over to them. When I saw the shop owner, I just knew to trust him. I trust my instincts. I think you have too much honor to deceive me about us. I get why you’ll lie, but I don’t think you’ll lie about us. You said you wouldn’t, and I choose to believe that. What you’ve told me is enough to implicate you in enough crimes to lock your entire family away for life. I don’t take that kind of trust lightly, and I don’t believe you do either. Don’t underestimate my ability to assess situations fast and make life-changing decisions without hesitation.”
“Obviously, the four date rule is shit now. And you were right about that.”
I grip her hips and grind her against me as I twitch inside her. She moans as she rocks, flexing the muscles that hold my cock deep in her pussy. I groan in response. I lift her hips so she can ride me. She pulls her legs back, so she kneels. I control our speed. I control how deep I go. I control her pleasure, and she surrenders to it.
“Daddy, I want to make you come. You said that will really make me yours. I want it.”
I move us, so she’s on her back. We both hate the few moments I pull out, so I can finish stripping. Then I’m back where I belong.
“You are going to take all my cum,piccolina. I’m going to fill your pretty little pussy, and you’re going to keep it there until morning. When you wake up, you’re going to feel it on your thighs and remember that you belong to me now.”
I come from a big family. Between my siblings, cousins, and friends, I’ve had very few things that are entirely mine. I’ve always been fine with that. The life of a middle child. But the possessiveness I feel toward Chellie is startling. I’ll never keep her locked away or insist that I be her entire world. But I’m not exaggerating by much when I say she belongs to me.
“And you belong to me, Enzo. Your cock is mine. You want to own my orgasms. Fine. But I own yours. Only I get your cum. Don’t fucking jerk off when I’m not around. If you want to get off, then it’s with me.”
She grins when she finishes speaking, and I know she’s teasing me. But I know that humor masks the fact that she really means what she says. I nuzzle her neck as I rock my hips, giving her only shallow thrusts.
“I’m hard the moment I think about you, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot. You’re going to be getting me off often if that’s the case.”
“I will.”
Our mouths fuse as I thrust hard. She arches beneath me as her hands grip my ass. She presses me into her, and I give her what she wants. I surge into her over and over as we continue to kiss. She digs her heels into the mattress to meet each thrust. Fuck. I’m getting too close too fast. But when I try to slow my pace, her nails dig into my ass.
“Harder.”
She pants the one word, and it almost pushes me over the edge.
“Put your hands on the headboard, little girl. Do not let go, or I will pull out, spank you, and come on your ass. You will not come.”
Her hands fly above her head, and I watch her hold on so tightly that the tips of her fingers turn red. I grunt as I slam into her. I support myself on my left forearm as I tweak her nipple. She cries out as I pinch harder and harder until she gasps. I release it before I lick, then suck her tit.
I’m going to spend a lifetime worshipping these. I could happily suckle like a newborn baby and fall asleep with her in my mouth. She doesn’t have big breasts or small ones. My guess is a C or D cup, and they’re perfect. I want to feast on them, and I plan to whenever I want. I never thought I was a tits or ass guy. I’ve always liked them equally, and I want to fuck her ass into next week. But her tits are divine.
“Daddy, harder.”
“I’ll hurt you.”
She shakes her head and pushes her hips up higher.
“Please, Enzo. Daddy.”
Hearing her call me that tempts me to lose all control. She couldn’t scream her trust any louder than when she says that one word. It means the world to me that she wants me to take care of her. Love her. I’m certain I’m on my way to falling madly and passionately in love with her. The idea of her acting younger than me does nothing. It doesn’t stir my arousal or my tender feelings. That’s not why I call herpiccolinaeither. It’s the trust that comes with the word. The knowledge that she believes I can and will protect her. That I will look after her like I promised. That’s everything to me.
I return to kissing her as I move faster, trying to get even deeper than I know is physically possible.
