Christmas with the Boss (The Fiore Family 2)

“That’s great.” I give her the time she needs by working on my own business matters. It’s not like I don’t have a thousand emails a day to respond to or requests from people wanting the hookup for last-minute dinner reservations. For the most part, I can accommodate them, but it also depends on the location. I have one in NYC that’s extremely booked out months in advance, and rarely is there ever an opening for dinner. We have started offering a lunch menu.

“I’m going to hop in the shower,” she says. “I won’t be more than ten minutes because I’m not washing my hair. Sorry—we only have one bathroom in this house.” She’s embarrassed because of my wealth, but it will soon be her wealth if I get my way, which I will.

“It’s cool. I’ll pop in right after you.”

“Great.” She packs up all her work stuff inside her computer bag and then jumps off the sofa.

“I’ll make us something small before we head out.”

“That would be amazing. Thank you, Fabio.” She kisses my cheek and runs off. My eyes are glued to her ass, which bounces with every step. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her bottom and then lick her seam before taking her deep with my thick, long cock. I grip my shaft, choking the fucker because I’m so hard. My balls are heavy with cum just for her, but I have to wait, so this load might just end up on her shower floor.

When she comes out in just a towel, my dick jerks in my pants. She strides right down the hall to her bedroom, and I know it won’t take long to come. Hurrying into the bathroom and turning on the shower, I breathe in her soaps that linger in the air. I strip down and step inside, letting the warmth hit my body.

Grabbing my length, I stroke it from base to tip, picking up the pace while thinking of her watching and wanting to help get me off. How many times have I imagined her sliding down on her knees, taking me deep inside her smart mouth and sucking my dick? Too many to count. It’s pretty messed up since I haven’t known her for long, but most of my alone time has been tugging at this fucker.

I lean against the wall, dick throbbing in my hand with my eyes closed. My heart ratchets up a beat or two as I let the mental show on the back of my eyelids play out. Anabelle teases me by tossing up her long blonde hair into a messy bun because she doesn’t want it in her face, and then she drops to her knees, telling me how much she aches to suck on my big, hard cock. I tell her to go on and open her pretty mouth because I’m in charge and she’s going to do what I say. I continue to stroke my length as she whispers, begs, for permission. I grant it and then she wraps her lips around the head, sliding down my pole until I take control.

“Fuck, Anabelle,” I grunt out, so damn close when I hear a light gasp that sends my eyes open wide; Anabelle is standing there. “I’m sorry. I just heard my name.”

“Sorry, babe. This is what you do to me.” I’m not ashamed, and I’m sure as fuck not hiding how hard my dick is. Let her get used to seeing this big motherfucker. Her eyes haven’t left my body, most importantly my movements between my legs.

“Can I watch?” she asks with her cheeks pink with either excitement or embarrassment. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’ll take any overture she wishes to make when it comes to sex.

“With pleasure. Come here.” She moves closer, still in her towel. I reach her and pull her in. “I’m not going to take you right now because I want time to make it good.” I cup her face and kiss her lips while keeping my other hand on my dick. Timidly, she brushes her fingers along my length. “Fuck,” I grunt against her lips.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re going to make me come fast, is all. Touch me all you want, because I’m not the only one going to come.”

I reach between us and cup her sex, sliding past her soft blonde curls, and push one finger through her folds and feel her tightness. “Anabelle,” I growl out. Spinning her around, I pin her to the wall, finger pumping in her, mouth on hers. “You’re mine. I’ll never get enough.”

“I need you, Fabio. Please.” She parts her lips and rolls her head back when I add a second finger.

“Do you want to come?” I ask. She doesn’t answer because her body’s nearly ready to explode, so I demand again. “Answer me.”