Becca.
I set Dahlia next to Alessandro in the crib after she stopped fussing, then looked at Jas. “This is truly the most incredible surprise. I can’t believe you did this for .”
“I’d do anything for you, Becca,” Jas said fiercely, wrapping in his arms.
“Alright.” I licked my lips and stared at his. “Make love to ?”
Jas chuckled. “As if you’d ever need to ask.”
He was about to scoop up in his arms, when his phone rang. Groaning, Jas motioned for to follow him out of the room so the ringing didn’t wake the babies.
“Yes?” Jas asked in a clipped tone once the nursery door was closed.
Frantic Italian was spoken on the other end. Even if I understood Italian, it would have been indecipherable to .
“He what?” Jas growled, which caused to take a step back. “Of course, he would, that a**hole.”
‘What?’ I mouthed, but Jas just held up a finger.
“He’s going to have a hell of a ti proving that,” Jas snorted. “Don’t worry, Tony. You’ve still got this.”
With a long sigh, Jas ended the call and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Jas?” I asked, touching his arm. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing too terrible. Nothing unexpected, anyway. Ronaldo is trying to pin my uncle’s murder on ,” Jas said.
“What?” I gaped. “How would that... even be possible? The witnesses...”
“The witnesses can be bought or threatened. And Ronaldo and I do look an awful lot alike,” Jas pointed out.
I scowled. “It’s not bad enough he killed your uncle, now he’s trying to fra you?”
“He’s a real peach.” Jas shook his head and took my hand. “I think we were talking about making love?”
“But—” I started.
“Everything is going to be okay, Becca. Tony has it handled,” Jas cooed, mollifying sowhat.
“But—”
Jas silenced with a kiss and pulled against his firm, ready body. “Co on, let’s go to bed.”
I placed my hand on the front of his pants and gave a little stroke. “I suppose we cou-ould...”
Jas groaned. “Don’t tease .”
“Why not?” I asked boldly.
Jas picked up and threw over his shoulder while I shrieked in surprise and delight. He gave my backside a smack as he carried off caveman style.
I bounced down the hall on his shoulder to the next room over—which had an adjoining door to the nursery—and Jas all but kicked the door open.
“Now, now, be nice to the d-OOR!” I gasped as he tossed down on the bed.
Jas started unbuttoning his shirt, then got frustrated and just ripped it open, buttons pinging off every surface.
“Soone’s in a hurry,” I chuckled, then groaned as Jas tore my shirt over my head and latched onto one of my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I spiked my fingers through his hair as he tugged and teased first one nipple, then the other.
He growled, and the bra ca off completely. I was fairly certain a hook or two had been torn right off, but I couldn’t examine it, of course, as it was now sowhere on the other side of the room. Jas licked and sucked at my nipples without a barrier now, and I moaned as need pooled between my legs.
Jas undid the front of my pants and slipped his hand inside my panties, letting ride his fingers while he feasted on . The friction of his fingers inside was delicious, but it wasn’t enough.
“Jas!” I begged, rubbing desperately against his hand. “Please!”
“Please what?” Jas asked, breathing hard against my skin.
“Please f*ck !” I said.
Those were the magic words. Jas opened his pants and pushed his silk boxers down just enough for his magnificent c*ck to spring free. Then he peeled out of my pants and panties while I continued to beg.
His head was at my wet entrance. I moved my hips, trying to take him in myself, but Jas wouldn’t be rushed. Now that he had where he wanted , he was maddeningly unhurried.
Jas pushed in slightly, then pulled back out, and I whimpered. I didn’t like this ga. I wanted ALL of him. NOW.
“Jas, more...” I demanded.
Jas grinned and shook his head, doing another shallow thrust, going only a little deeper.
I thought I might die of sexual frustration before he was finished. I made impatient sounds while he pushed in a little, then a little more, then a little more, each ti pulling back out.
“Jas, I swear to GOD—!” My threat ended in a groan as Jas suddenly sheathed himself inside completely.
My Italian Stallion then began to ride hard and fast, panting, playing with my nipples and caressing my body. His hands were everywhere, his c*ck an unrelenting piston between my legs.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and fisted my hands in the sheets. It was the only way to keep myself sowhat anchored so my head didn’t hit the headboard with his powerful thrusting.
An orgasm began to build in , and I arched into Jas as my world exploded, pleasure suffusing every molecule of my body. My muscles tightened around Jas’s c*ck, and I felt his hot c*m fill even as he groaned.
Jas collapsed on top of , shivering with the aftershocks of our intense sex. I wrapped my arms around him and sighed heavily, completely content.
However, not half an hour later, I felt his d*ck twitch inside .
“Oh God, Jas...” I said in surprise.
Jas gave a self-satisfied smirk. “He likes you, what can I say?”
“Well, I like him, too...” I began.
To my complete and utter shock, Jas pulled out of . His intentions beca clear, however, when he crawled up my body and gripped my hair, kneeling over with his c*ck right in my face.
“Suck,” he ordered .
I knew I didn’t have to. Jas would never actually force . But the thrill of it had closing my mouth around the thick head of his c*ck, licking off the drops of prec*m that were leaking from him.
Jas groaned and thrust into my mouth. I considered it my Everest to get him all the way down my throat, and I did a few tis. Otherwise I sucked and licked him and got him fully hard.
Then Jas pulled out of my mouth. “Get on all fours,” he panted.
I shivered with anticipation as I did as he said, bracing myself for whatever was to co next.
I didn’t have long to wait. Jas grabbed my hips and thrust all the way in.
“Oh f*ck, it’s so deep,” I moaned, feeling as though my Italian Stallion was thrusting right into my stomach.
“Mhm,” Jas agreed. “But you can take it, baby.”
I could take it, and I did take it, letting out little cries of ecstasy as Jas rode hard and fast. He reached between my legs and rolled my cl*t between his fingers, and I thought I might die of the pleasure of it.
“I’m close,” Jas groaned, ramming into like a real stallion. “Let’s c*m together.”
I nodded because I was past speech. Jas thumbed my cl*t hard, and I couldn’t hold back. I cried out as my body shuddered with another orgasm.
It was okay, though, because even as my body was shaking with pleasure, Jas was shouting and spilling his seed inside .
When Jas slipped his softening c*ck out of , it was my turn to collapse, my arms no longer capable of holding .
Jas kissed the back of my neck gently, then all the way down my spine. He massaged my ass, one leg, then the other.
When he got to my feet, I moaned in satisfaction.
“That was so good,” Jas murmured. “F*ck .”
“I did,” I laughed tiredly. “Twice. And half a blow job.”
Jas chuckled and moved back up my body, laying beside and gathering to him so he was spooning . “Well, next ti maybe I’ll get a whole blow job.”
“Maybe next ti, you will,” I agreed.
Jas smoothed a hand around to cup my breast. I put a hand over his. “Don’t tell you want more.”
A loud laugh escaped him. “Becca, with you, I always want more.”
I groaned and forcibly removed his hand from my breast. “You beast! I need sleep. Food. Sothing to drink!”
Jas chuckled and simply moved his hand between my legs. “Are you sure?”
What he did to my cl*t made nearly cross-eyed.
“Uh...” I stuttered.
“I didn’t think so.” Jas worked with his fingers, and my body woke again under his touch.
“You don’t play fair,” I whimpered with need.
Jas kissed the back of my neck. “Who says I’m playing?”
“I d—” My words ended in another orgasm, Jas having expertly drawn it from my body.
“I like the way you sound when you co,” Jas whispered hotly in my ear.
“Ngh,” I replied, unable to answer him.
Jas brought his fingers to his lips and licked them before putting his hand back on my breast. “Maybe I should let you rest now.”
“Ngh,” I agreed with a nod.
Jas slipped a leg between mine and stroked .
This ti, however, I was too tired to respond.
“You know we’re going to be okay, right?” Jas said after a while, still stroking . “We’re going to resolve this Alessandro situation, go ho, have lots of babies, and live happily together for the rest of our lives.”
I laughed tiredly. “You’ve... got it all... figured out.”
“I do,” Jas said. “I’m going to take care of you, and any children you bless with. We’re going to be a happy family.”
“Sounds... nice...” I replied wistfully.
“It will be. It will be perfect. This right now, this is just a small hiccup,” Jas reassured .
“A small... hiccup,” I repeated with a yawn.
Jas chuckled and kissed the back of my neck again. “You go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you up when I need to.”
“When... you need to... what?” I asked drowsily, looking back at him.
Jas wiggled his eyebrows at .
I groaned. “You are... completely rciless... Jas Valentino.”
“I am,” Jas said. “And you love that about .”
I didn’t answer because sleep ca and dragged under before I could.
Later, I didn’t know how much later, Jas woke to kisses along my neck, his hand massaging my breast. He was already in , pumping slowly in and out.
“Italian Stallion,” I mumbled aloud, still barely awake.
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