Jas.
I almost ca right then. Becca didn’t mind if I got her pregnant again.
Hell, now I was going to make it my mission.
I pushed into her with a groan, relishing the subli feeling of being inside her again. The ti we’d spent having angry sex on the jet hadn’t been nearly enough.
“Ohhh... yeah. F*ck ,” Becca said, digging her fingernails into my shirt.
Apparently being a frequent flier in the mile-high club wasn’t enough for her, either.
I gripped Becca’s hips and started drilling her hard. She yowled and begged and ca quickly.
Feeling her squeeze around my c*ck made c*m inside her. I pushed into her as deep as I could, making her body take every drop.
I stayed that way a long ti so none of my seed escaped while Becca and I panted.
“Are you going to pull out?” Becca finally asked after several minutes.
“Only if you’re going to suck hard and we go again,” I growled.
Becca shivered.
I sat us up with her in my lap and pulled her dress up off over her head. Her breasts were encased in a lacy bra that matched her panties. I reached one hand behind her to unsnap it.
“Hope you don’t mind losing the set,” I said, pulling her bra down her arms and sticking it in my jacket pocket.
Becca laughed. “Starting yourself a little collection?”
“Hell yes.” Becca was now naked except for her strappy sandals, which was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever seen if I were honest with myself.
“I’ll have to get more if you keep stealing them,” Becca sighed theatrically as she eased herself off my d*ck.
“You’ve got a blank check for anything you want in that departnt,” I grinned at her.
“Only in that departnt?” Becca mused, tapping her chin. “I guess I’ll have to work harder, then.”
With an impish wink, Becca prowled down onto her knees and took in her mouth without warning. I groaned and fisted my hand in her hair.
Becca gobbled my d*ck like a real champ, and it montarily irked that she might have practiced so of these skills on Neal. But, she was in this car with , sucking MY d*ck, and he was off in Siberia. Seed I won.
After a few minutes of Becca’s expert ministrations, I was hard again. I tugged Becca’s hair to get her to stop. If I was c*mming, it wasn’t going to be down her throat. I was a man on a mission.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered her, moving all the way to the side of the sedan to give her more room.
Becca shivered again and got up on the seat. She couldn’t keep her balance because of the motion of the car, so she had to drop to her elbows, but that was fine. It still put her p*ssy right where I wanted it.
****
Becca.
I was letting him order around again, just like the good old days. There was sothing thrilling about it that I’d missed. I could have told him to f*ck off, of course. I still could. But Jas Valentino ordering around during sex was a delicious dessert I intended to savor.
Fully expecting him to pound right into , as we were both desperate for each other, I was surprised when I felt Jas’s lips and tongue at my entrance. I moaned as he sucked my cl*t and teased it with his teeth. When his tongue entered , I started to beg.
Jas held firmly in place while he feasted on . He took right over the edge, and I ca against his lips.
“J-Jas...” I whispered, my teeth chattering.
I felt the head of Jas’s big, thick d*ck. He plunged into without warning, and I gasped, my fingernails digging into the leather seats.
His b*lls slapped against as he drilled hard and fast, grunting every ti he thrust ho. I made little yipping noises at the sa ti, shivering as he gripped my hips and pushed closer and closer to another orgasm.
When Jas pinched my cl*t suddenly, I ca with a muffled scream, biting my arm so I didn’t alert “the boys” in the front.
Jas slamd twice more, then ca deep inside , filling up again with his c*m.
“God, I’ve missed this,” I moaned while Jas sat us both up so I was splayed across his lap, my back to his front.
“F*ck yes,” Jas agreed. He massaged my breasts slowly, not demanding anything. I think it was just for the sheer pleasure of touching .
I liked it. I smoothed my hands over his pants-covered thighs, wishing we were back at the compound and free to explore each other thoroughly in his bedroom. Or mine.
There was a knock on the partition. “Sir, we’re almost there.”
I blushed, realizing the vehicle wasn’t exactly soundproofed.
“Thank you, Tommasso,” Jas responded with a smirk. “Guess we’d better get you dressed.”
“Do I get my underwear back?” I asked as Jas handed my sundress.
Jas thought it over a mont. “Nope.”
“Pervert,” I grumbled, but with a smile so he knew I didn’t an it. I pulled my sundress over my bare body as Jas did up his pants and made sure my bra and panties were subtly tucked away on his person.
Before the car stopped, Jas took out a handkerchief and swiped it gently between my legs.
“You know, if you gave my underwear...” I said.
“Nope,” Jas replied.
I snorted and waited for Jas to get out of the sedan first. He held out his hand to help out, smirking the whole ti.
The way my body felt deliciously satisfied, he had every reason to be smug.
Jas slid an arm around my waist as we walked, and I sighed. It was getting harder and harder to be angry with him.
“Sleep with tonight,” he said enticingly in my ear as we approached the main house. “We can let Layla know where you are.”
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. “I’d like that,” I replied.
Then the woman in question ca running out of the house. “Giana wouldn’t let call you!” Layla cried, clutching Dahlia.
Jas frowned. “What do you an, Giana wouldn’t let you call us? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“Don Valentino took Alessandro out to his restaurant, even though I know you told him he couldn’t without you,” Layla said tearfully. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop him...”
I looked up accusingly at Jas, but he was just as surprised as I was. He swore, then pulled out his phone. He swore more when whover he was calling didn’t pick up.
“I’m going to have words with him,” Jas growled, punching another number.
“Words? I’m going to strangle him!” I said, putting an arm around Layla while the poor girl cried.
“I’d really rather you didn’t try that,” Jas responded. “Here we go. Enzo. No, don’t start making excuses. Put him on.”
When Jas began speaking angry Italian, I made a grab for his phone so I could give the old Don a piece of my mind. But Jas kept his phone out of my reach.
He put a finger over his lips, and I was forced to seethe in silence, hugging Layla.
“It really wasn’t your fault. What were you going to do? Face down an army?” I said, patting her on the back.
Layla looked miserable. “I still should have been able to do sothing. I couldn’t believe it when Giana took my phone. I was just... the Don ca in with a couple of guys. I asked what they wanted. The Don said he was taking Alessandro to dinner. I... I just... I said what you said, that you didn’t want him going without you, but he didn’t listen. He just swept up Alessandro and left with his goons.”
“That must have been very upsetting,” I replied.
“Then, just when I was starting to dial Jas, Giana ca in and took my phone.” Layla’s eyes welled with tears, and I vowed to knee Don Valentino in the balls on her behalf.
Jas’s angry Italian escalated, becoming more hurried and clipped.
“Tell him he’s an a**hole,” I told Jas. “And that I’m never letting him be around the kids again.”
Jas gave a look that spoke volus. My heart clenched. He was right. How were we going to stop Don Valentino from doing whatever he wanted?
I could just barely hear the old Don on the other end of the line, giving his unperturbed responses to Jas.
Whatever Jas was saying, it was becoming more heated, but there really was nothing to do at this point but wait for the Don to bring Alessandro ho.
“I’m still going to kick him in the family jewels,” I inford Jas.
There was snickering on the other end of the line. He must have heard .
I held out my hand for Jas’s phone, determined to make my feelings known. If he was going to snicker at , I was going to give him a telling off that would make his berries shrivel up and fall off.
Jas was just shaking his head, when there was a strange popping noise on the other end of the phone.
“What was that?” I asked as Jas went pale.
“Zio?” Jas said. “Uncle?”
There were more pops and so kind of commotion.
“Sh*t,” Jas said. “Tommasso, I need you to get Tony and a whole army of the boys together, sothing’s happening at the restau—”
“Don’t bother,” ca a clear voice on the line.
With the phone pulled away from Jas’s ear, I could hear clearly. It was Ronaldo.
“Ronaldo,” Jas barked into the phone. “What have you done?”
“What needed doing. Too bad you’re ho now. I was going to send so guys to La Loggia, but I didn’t want to split my resources. I’ll get to you soon enough,” Ronaldo said.
“Ronaldo, what did you DO?!” Jas demanded again.
Ronaldo snorted. “The old king is dead. Long live the new king.”
I snatched the phone from Jas’s unresisting fingers. “Where is Alessandro?!” I cried.
“Safe. I don’t need the brat right now. You might as well send sobody to co get him. He’s getting cranky in his car seat, and I think he might have made so stinkies in his diaper. Yes, you did, didn’t you. Coochie coochie coo,” Ronaldo said.
“You get away from him!” I yelled.
“Fine. I’m sure he’ll be fine for the few minutes it takes for you all to co retrieve him. Gotta go, Becca. Places to go, people to see, empires to overthrow when I get there,” Ronaldo chuckled.
Then the line went dead.
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