“What do you feel when my cock is inside you?” he hissed as his fingers plunged deep, taunting me before bringing my wetness to my aching clit.
“Everything,” I answered as frustrated tears slid down my face. “I feel everything.” I took the exit and raced through the stop sign as his fingers remained constant. His breath hit my neck as he inched closer and I spread my legs wider.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I pleaded, my eyes fighting hard to remain open as I skidded
onto an abandoned country road.
“You will come the way I want you to,” he reminded me as I began bucking my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers.
“I want you so much,” I confessed, cursing my mouth and honesty, and his effect on me. He pulled his hand away and sucked his fingers as I finally came to a stop near a tree line. We lunged for each other, the console keeping us separated where we wanted to be joined the most.
“I have thought of you so often, Taylor, my cock stays hard,” he offered into my mouth as he pulled me into his lap. His thick accent, his smell, his dark eyes all created the perfect storm inside of me as I began to come undone. I rubbed my hot, wet mess over his lap repeatedly. “I have thought of your mouth, your taste, being deep inside you, and hearing your noises.” He pulled my T-shirt up, tearing at my bra to free my breasts as they peaked for his dark, hungry eyes. “Fuck.” It was the first time I saw his arousal weaken him. He closed his eyes, humming in appreciation as he sipped my nipple before enveloping it deep into his mouth. I arched my back, offering him more as I rode his lap.
Another long kiss had us both moaning and desperate as he pulled the button on my shorts and pushed them down my thighs. I lifted my hips, pushing them off the rest of the way, my need bringing a whole new level of desperation. Daniello plunged his fingers back inside of me without hesitation as I gripped his belt.
Before I could release him, he reached beneath him, reclining his seat back, and pushing me so my back was against the dash. I stared down as he spread me wide, lifted my hips, and dove tongue first into my aching pussy. I screamed his name as he devoured me like a hungry madman. I held myself up, my hands on his thighs and his lust filled eyes keeping mine as he fucking ruined me.
In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to belong to him and to be as claimed as he made me feel.
He pressed in, flicking his tongue over my clit with expert skill, and the visual along with the sensation sent me falling into a blissful heat before I exploded on his tongue. He lapped up my orgasm and slowly set me back on his lap. His hand traveled across my collarbone softly before he cradled my neck, leading me back to his lips. He kissed me deeply, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him as close as I could, unable to get close enough.
I’d never been kissed that way, touched that way, cared for that way, fucked that way, and I was truly addicted.
And I’d never in my life wanted a man more than I did at that moment. I pulled away briefly to look at him. The same heat accompanied his as he held me just as closely to him.
Everything was what I felt, and that was no exaggeration.
Fear, excitement, hope, want, need, completion.
“I feel you, Taylor.” My whole body was trembling as he pushed me back on his thighs, his eyes never leaving mine as he started with his zipper. “I will fuck you so thoroughly tonight, I will be in your every thought.”
Before I could object to the weight of his statement, a black SUV with a furious Rocco skidded to a stop next to us. Rocco jumped out of the SUV, and Daniello pulled off his T-shirt, quickly covering me as angry Arabic was sprayed on the outside of my window.
I knew instantly something was off. Daniello listened as Rocco unleashed and looked at me with regret.
“I guess our plans have changed,” I said, knowing Rocco’s anger had less to do with the stunt I’d pulled and more to do with business. Rocco disappeared behind the SUV as Daniello helped me gather my shorts. When I pulled them up and resumed my seat at the wheel, Daniello grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips.
“Tell me,” I implored as he paused briefly before pulling his T-shirt back over his head. “You can trust me.” I waited in vain as he exited the car and disappeared behind the SUV. Suddenly frustrated, I slammed my car door and rounded the SUV to see Daniello loading two Glock magazines. He eyed me warily as I pressed in.
“You know enough about me,” I said to his back as he smacked a clip in with his palm.
“Bitch, you leave here now,” Rocco snapped with so much venom I took a step back in surprise. Rage covered his features as he took a menacing step toward me.
Daniello intercepted just as Rocco was closing the gap between us. More angry Arabic was exchanged as Daniello held up his hand and pointed in my direction.
“Go, Taylor, now,” Daniello barked angrily between his back and forth with his driver, who was apparently anything but.
I didn’t argue and made my way toward my car. By the time I had my door shut, the SUV had taken off, leaving me stunned. Stunned about Daniello’s departure, stunned by Rocco’s blatant hatred for me, and stunned I was dismissed so easily after what Daniello and I had just shared.
Furious with the situation, I quickly fired up my GT and caught sight of the SUV just before it disappeared. I knew I was playing with fire and my curiosity could very well get me in the path of Rocco’s vicious assault.
Still, I followed.
I stayed as far behind as possible, exiting at the last minute, and keeping as much space between us as I could. It was impossible to disguise the red sports car, and I’d clearly be made if they so much as looked in their rearview. My hope was that they were distracted by whatever had called Daniello away.
I saw the sign for Port Authority and followed the narrow road. With no sign of the SUV, I gunned the car in an attempt to catch up. Coming around a sharp curve, my whole body tensed in fear as I spotted Daniello in the middle of the road in front of the SUV, blocking both lanes, his arms crossed in front of him. I slammed on the breaks, missing nailing him by inches. Without hesitation, he came toward my car in a blur, pulling me out of it and slamming me against it.
For the first time since I’d met Daniello, I was afraid of him.