The Tyrant (Banker 3)

Like last time, my cock twitched inside her, barely restraining itself. I did better than last time, but barely. It was such an erotic moment, and to top it off, this gorgeous woman confessed her love for me. She didn’t care if I didn’t say it back. Lost in the moment, the words slipped from her lips. Her passion took over, and her logic died away. She opened her legs and her heart to me, giving me everything she had.

“You’re the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man I want to love as long as I live.” She spoke the words against my mouth, her whispers so sultry and sexy.

Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. On my lap and pregnant with my child, she was so gorgeous. She wanted me so much, wanted me for me. She didn’t want me to go to work and make more money. She wanted me to spend time with her, to get hot chocolate and just be together. “Baby…” I tried to restrain myself, but it was impossible. I was an asshole most hours of the day, but I was a gentleman in the sack. I always let a woman come first before I released. But for a second time, I couldn’t. I couldn’t fight the urge that started in my balls. With a moan, I released inside her, pumping her with my seed while the pleasure stimulated all of my nerves. Like the last time she’d said those words, my climax was good. So raw.

“I love the way your come feels inside me.” Her fingers moved into my hair, and she kissed me softly on the mouth. “So heavy.” She didn’t make me feel like shit for coming so soon. It seemed to arouse her, to know her sexy words were the ultimate turn-on for me. “You’re the only man I’ve ever felt like this…”

Instantly, she got me hard again. My cock had just released a load deep inside her, but he was ready again within a minute. With other women, I usually needed fifteen minutes before I wanted another round, and most of the time, I didn’t even want to have sex again. I’d been sleeping with the same woman for months, and instead of getting tired of her, I craved her more. Even when I did get my fill of her, it was never truly enough.

“God, he’s so hard again…” She started to bounce on me once more.

If she kept this up, I was going to blow my load too soon again. I rolled her onto her back and then ground between her legs, rubbing right against her clit. I needed to make her come before I slipped up again. “Baby.” I held my face above her and watched her enjoy me. I moved hard and fast the second we began, wanting to drive her into the kind of climax that made her toes curl.

It didn’t take long. She cupped my face as she moaned. “Cato…I love you. God, I love you.”

Fuck. Just as I pushed her into an orgasm, she forced me to have another. I joined her in the climax, both of us moaning with pleasure. I gave her more come, and she took it deep. I kept thrusting until we were both completely finished, our bodies softening together.

She slid her hands up my chest then cupped my face. The look of love in her eyes said everything her lips didn’t utter. Her soft fingertips stroked my jawline, and then she brought my mouth to hers for another kiss.

Even though we were both satisfied and I had an early morning tomorrow, I matched her kisses. I kissed her slowly, my mouth moving with hers like there was nothing else I’d rather be doing. Even if sex was off the table, this intimacy was more than enough. I could kiss her forever, enjoy her for a lifetime.

2

Siena

I ordered Cato a holiday sweater online and got myself one too. Mine had Santas on it, and his had reindeer. I knew he would never want to wear something like that, so I would definitely have to talk him into it.

Giovanni watched me open everything at the kitchen counter. “I’ve got to be honest, Miss Siena. I don’t think Mr. Marino is going to wear that.”

“I’ll have to talk him into it, I know.”

“You’ve changed that man a lot, but I’m not sure if you can make miracles.”

“You never know.” I held up the sweater against my body. “Cute, huh?”

“Very.”

“Once I talk him into this, I want you to take a picture of us in front of the tree.”

Giovanni laughed like I’d made a joke. “Mr. Marino would fire me.”

“He would not. Come on, please? It’s his Christmas gift.”

“Torturing him?”

“No, I’m making him something for Christmas. I think he’ll like it.” He liked my sonogram picture, so he should like this too. “But I need to get this picture first.”