Don't You Know

“Take me to bed, Jimmy. I was yours the moment you pulled your obnoxious limo to a stop in front of me.”

“I know, baby,” I say lifting her into my arms and carrying her bridal style to my bed. I set her down in the center of my bed and remove my clothes.

“Wow,” she breathes. “You’re chiseled.”

“I work out, plus I beat the shit out of a lot of people,” I tell her.

“You do the dirty work yourself? Still?” she asks, sitting up.

“Of course. I’d never ask my men to do things I wouldn’t do. It’s bad business.”

“You’ll talk to me about business?” she asks, interested.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’ll be my wife in every way. My number two so to speak. It would be foolish to keep you in the dark. Does your father keep you in the dark?” I ask, moving toward her.

“He does, but I am sure you’ll agree that talking about my dad right now isn’t ideal,” she says laughing.

“No, I suppose not,” I answer before kissing her. I lean her down so she’s on her back. I move over her.

“What happens now?” she asks.

“I make you mine,” I tell her, kissing down her body. When I reach her pussy, I part her lips and lick her clit before sliding two fingers into her. I feel the proof of her virginity and all the blood in my body roars. I eat her little pussy until she comes before gripping my dick and sliding into her slowly. I breach her cherry, causing her to cry out. I pause and wait for her to adjust to my cock before moving again.

“Move, please. Please, Jimmy,” she begs, but my woman doesn’t have to beg for shit. I move within her. Over and over, I thrust my hips and she meets me, giving as good as she gets.

“Giada, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” I growl as I continue to move within her.

“You’re so big, Jimmy. I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she says, and I do stop moving. I grab her face, making her look at me.

“Don’t beg me, Giada. My queen doesn’t beg me for anything. You want it, you got it, end of story.”

“Okay,” she breathes as I continue to pound her tiny body. I grip her hips, knowing I am being too rough with her, but I can’t stop. She brings out the animal in me. I pull all the way out of her. Looking down, I see her blood on my dick and I get impossibly harder. I slam back into her, fucking her hard. Reaching between us, I touch her clit, her pussy squeezes me. “Jimmy, fuck,” she cries as she comes. I unleash a torrent of cum inside of her. There’s no way she didn’t get pregnant from that. Slowly, I pull out of her and lie down beside her, pulling her close to me.

“Jesus, I’ll be in an early grave if we keep that up.”

“Don’t joke like that, Jimmy. It’s entirely possible that you would be, given what you do,” she says sitting up.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, rubbing circles on her thigh.

“I know this is going to sound crazy, and believe me I know it’s crazy too, but I am not one of those girls who doesn’t speak their minds, I hope you’re okay with that,” she says, looking at me.

“I always want to know what you’re thinking, baby. Just tell me. What’s so crazy?”

“I… I’m in love with you and I don’t want anything to happen to you, ever.”

“Oh baby. You’re just thinking this way because we had sex, because I was your first. Don’t get me wrong, you will fall in love with me, you’re just not there yet.” I move my head to kiss her, but the thunderous look that crosses her face gives me a moment’s pause. Then she stands up, looking down at me in all her naked glory.

“Don’t fucking tell me what I feel or think, Jimmy. I am not a child who needs to be told anything. I am a grown woman with my own thoughts. I know what I feel, and I know what’s real and what’s not. Maybe it’s you who doesn’t know a good thing when he fucks it,” she spits out angrily.

“Jesus, calm the fuck down, baby,” I say standing up. Her passion has triggered something in me. I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way, but how could I not? Where she is concerned, I’ve already broken all my rules, might as well go all in.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Jimmy. I am not being irrational.”

“Alright, fine,” I say holding my hands up in surrender.

“Don’t placate me either,” she says, crossing her arms across her chest. The only thing that does it makes her tits appear bigger.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful. Come back to bed,” I say instead.