I let out a moan as he fucks me hard and deep, pumping into me mercilessly over and over again. With my hands pinned above my head, my back arches, my chest rising. Gio rains kisses along my neck then all over my breasts as he fucks me senseless. Our bodies are rubbing against each other, while he’s thrusting into me, heat spreading throughout my body, my clit being stimulated.
I scream out in pleasure as my climax hits me hard, my body bowing off the bed. My pussy clenches around his dick as he empties himself into me.
“Jesus, Aria.” His hands are still in mine as his head drops. He glance back up at me and I grace him with a lazy, sated smile.
“What? It’s not my fault you ordered strawberries.” I shrug and he chuckles lightly, shaking his head.
“Let’s go, woman. We have shit to do today. We need to shower and eat.” He gets off me and I get out of the bed, running to the shower. He reaches out and slaps my ass again like he did last night.
“Keep that up and we’re never going to leave this room,” I yell as I slam the bathroom door behind me. Of course, Gio follows me into the bathroom and by the time we are dressed in the clothes Gio had Johnny bring us, fed, and ready to go, it’s almost lunch time.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
GIOVANNI
“What are we doing today?” Aria asks for the millionth time since I made the mistake of using the word surprise. We’re riding down to the second floor in the elevator, and for the millionth time I tell her she has to wait and see. The elevator dings, letting us off and Aria lets out a loud gasp. “Wow! Gio, is this your casino?” I nod and take her hand, leading her to the entrance.
Last night, I decided to take Aria to the hotel instead of going home. I felt like we needed a night away from everything and since we’re here, I figured she would enjoy experiencing a casino for the first time. Since she was living with me when she turned twenty-one back in April, there was a good chance she hasn’t experienced being at a real casino before.
The guard who checks IDs recognizes me immediately and lets us through.
“Have you ever gambled before?”
“Nope,” she says, looking around and taking it all in.
“Let me give you a tour.” Holding her hand and guiding her around the casino, I show her all the different areas, ranging from the penny machines, to the blackjack tables, to the poker tables, and ending at the roulette tables.
“I want to play this one,” she says.
“Roulette? You know how to play?”
“No, but I like how the ball rolls around the spinner thingy.”
I chuckle at her innocence. “Okay, sit here.” I point to the chair and sit on the one to the right of her, pull out several bills and setting them down in front of us. The dealer scoops up the money and gives us a stack of chips. I attempt to explain how the game works but when she gives me her adorable look of confusion, I go with the easy version. “Take your chips and place them on the numbers you think the ball will land on.” I place a couple chips on a few different numbers and Aria follows my lead.
“What’s this?” She points to the outside betting area.
“You can place a bet on whether you think it will land on red or black.”
“Oh! That would mean I have a fifty percent chance of winning!” She takes two chips and places them on red. The dealer calls last chance and then spins the wheel. The ball lands on a red twenty-three and Aria squeals that it’s on red. The guy sitting next to her laughs at her enthusiasm.
“Do I take my money?” She reaches for the chips.
“They’re chips, and no, the dealer will distribute your winnings.” She watches with wide eyes as the dealer takes the chips and distributes them back out to those who won.
“I got like double the amount I started with!”
I find myself grinning at how animated she is. I’ve learned quickly that Aria finds pleasure in everything she does. Whether it’s learning to cook and bake with Maggie, taking photos and developing them in her darkroom, or playing a game of roulette here at the casino, she approaches everything with equal excitement and enthusiasm.
The dealer starts the process all over again and everyone picks their numbers. This time Aria loses everything she won plus a few extra chips, making her pout. When a waitress comes over and asks us for our order, Aria orders a coke and I order a Macallan neat. She plays several more rounds, losing more often than not. I keep giving her more of my chips until she’s down to her last few.