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The first morning we woke up together started with me riding Hugo’s face, and I knew there wasn’t any other acceptable way to wake up from then on. After that, we spent every night in my bed, and every morning became more and more exciting. Hugo still had moments when he was hesitant or tried to push me away, but we were too deep into the abyss to go back.
Wednesday morning rolled around, and I walked out of a very nice dream where I was tucked in Hugo’s arms, only to wake up and see that my dream had turned into reality. I had my back turned to him, and I was curled up like a kitten who looked for cuddles. He had one leg between my thighs, and those arms were holding me like a metal cage. At first, I didn’t want to move, so I just lay there in silence, listening the rhythmic cadence of his breath. Every morning, Hugo was the one to wake up first so I never got to enjoy him like this: vulnerable, calm, all walls down. Curiosity won me over, and I turned to look at him, but of course he felt it and opened his eyes.
“What time is it?” His sleepy voice was sexy as fuck.
“Good morning to you too, monster. A little past seven.”
“You should get ready for school. It’s late.”
“Or I should do something way better.” I leaned in and started kissing his chest and tracing the lines of his muscles with my tongue.
“Catherinelle, stop. We need to leave soon.”
“Relax, will ya? My first period got cancelled. I don’t have to be there ‘till nine today.” I bit into his pectoral, making him hiss. “Now make love to me.”
In a fraction of a second, I was trapped under Hugo’s body, and my wrists were pinned above my head.
“I don’t know how to make love, baby girl. All I can do is fuck you until your eyes roll so hard, you can see the back of your head.” He let his head down and sucked on my nipple through the satin of my nightgown. “I can make you cum on my fingers on command. I can make your legs shake and pussy throb, but don’t ask me for love, princess. I have none to give.”
I was living a fucking dichotomy. While my heart was breaking clean in half listening to his words, longing for him to dig deeper and find something – love, affection, friendship, anything – to give me and stay with me forever, my body was begging for whatever he wanted to offer. While I wanted to say that a fling was not enough, not for me, Catherinelle Nucci, my hips were arched, grinding on his dick, saying that I would take anything, no matter how little.
When his hand traveled south and cupped my vulva under my nighty, the body won. I hugged his waist with my legs and pushed into his hand.
“Hugo, please.”
“Don’t beg, princess. It’s beneath you.”
Always looking out for the Nucci name.
“I’ll order you then. Fuck me, Hugo. Now!” I screamed to the ceiling, and he did as he was told. He also kept well on his promise; I rolled my eyes so hard, my head started to hurt.
An hour later, I was in the foyer waiting for Hugo to find the keys to the Range Rover and checking myself in one of the tall mirrors. No one could have guessed that such a monster of a man just pounded the hell out of me only half an hour ago. I had styled my hair and straightened it now that it was getting longer. I had to talk to Lola and make an appointment at her beauty salon before Christmas. I had to compromise with Hugo for my outfit because he was hell bent on not letting me walk out of the house today with a low-cut top. I had a conservative white shirt buttoned up to the bejeweled collar and a short black tartan skirt. I put on a garter belt with black stockings. Even if no one could tell, Hugo saw me putting them on, and it drove him crazy to know what I had on under my clothes.
He appeared out of thin air behind me while I was still checking out my reflection and slapped my ass.
“Ouch! Jackass,” I said with a frown.
“You’re hot. Let’s go, princess.”
“We have to stop and pick up Bianca. The twins went to the country with Frank Sr. and Uncle Pepe, and I promised we’d give her a ride.”
“You could have told me earlier.” His voice was thick with annoyance. “I have to meet Roman at the jazz bar in Harlem. Let’s move.”
We picked up B, and Hugo completely ignored us while we talked about a fashion show she got tickets to. He didn’t even look at me until he pulled up in front of my high school.
“We’re here,” he finally spit out after he killed the engine.
Bianca gathered her things and was ready to get out of the car, but I didn’t move which made her give both of us a long look.
“Are you gonna kiss?” she said, and my jaw dropped. “You want me to leave and let you go to third base?”
I turned to look at her in the back seat and cut her off.
“Bianca, get out. I’ll be right there.”
“Ok, ok, I’m leaving.”
