Addicted to Santino - Amarie Avant Page 0,38
around. From the shock burning along her cheek, I’m guessing matrimony isn’t all her father heard. I extend my hand to a light-skinned man. His eyes register my death certificate, though not my attempt at a greeting.
Dropping my hand, I state, “Santino Morelli. You have a lovely daughter, Mr. Galloway. Nothing would make me happier than marrying her one day.”
Gina’s groan bleeds into the thick silence. Mr. Galloway’s cell phone rings.
“Excuse me, Mr. Morelli. This call is of the utmost importance.” He disappears behind a closed door.
Gina pulls me into another door of many that turns out to be a bathroom. Closing the door, she says, “Now, I really want to suck your dick.”
“You’re nervous.”
“Yes.” She leans against a marble counter, her ass and hips spilling out the sides of her dress. After a quick double take, my eyes reassess her lovely, crestfallen face.
“Santi, I’m so sorry. That was the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. Now, he hates you!”
Running my thumb along her collarbone, I drop a few kisses there. My mouth moves along the hallowed line of her throat to her lips.
“This is serious, Santino!”
My teeth chew her bottom lip. The usual effect is her hands flying to my dick. When Gina whimpers again, I bite harder.
As she says ‘ouch,’ I shrug.
“So, your dad knows you’ve had sex.”
“This is so much bigger than sex, Santino! That was a power move. A dick move.” She begins to mutter to herself, licking her swollen bottom lip. “If you were Steven or someone Dad deemed worthy, he’d say how time is money while pressing the silence button. He’d make a show of giving you his undivided attention.”
“So, he hates me. We have our whole lives to rectify it.”
Gina stops in front of me. “Pinkie swear.”
Santino lifts his pinkie. “The only place my pinkie belongs—”
“Bad Santa!”
“Well, I’m a man of my word. Fuck a pinkie swear.”
“Okay. Since we’re in here, I think my sucking your dick will still calm some of my nerves.” Now how do I say no to such a beautiful face?
Once Gina shows me her room, which was surprisingly not pink, we take the walk she desperately needs. With my arm around her, my palm runs along her sides.
“You’re freezing,” I mutter, crushing my mouth against hers.
The second Gina lets go, she glances back toward her parents’ house. “Long as it doesn’t rain, we’ll be fine. I’m waiting for one more rental car; it has to be Geraldine. My family is quite calm at the beginning of dinner. We’ll eat very quickly. Then we’re—.”
My palm runs along her cheek. “Slow down for Daddy, Bella.”
“Yum, that tone will have me dragging your ass into the bushes, Santino.” Her tongue slides along her bottom lip.
“You want my dick in your mouth.”
“I really do.”
“Let’s do our best to enjoy this, Gina. Tonight, I’ll fuck that mouth of yours again.”
The spellbinding veil falls from around Gina as she smirks. “No, we have to get this over with, Santino. I neglected to inform you that our Thanksgiving tradition extends all night. It includes everyone. We string lights for Christmas.”
“Then round two after that . . .”
“Actually, not everyone. Geraldine and her toy leave. We can too.”
I clamp her face. “We will stay.”
“Why?” Gina snorts.
“You called it a tradition, sweetheart.”
“Oh, alright, keep your dick to yourself,” she says, lips chattering. “Santino . . . really? No response . . .?”
My shoulders lift.
“Like I told you, the inside of the home is professionally done. The charade tonight includes selecting some of last year’s decorations. At the very best, we’ll string a few lights—maybe take a few photos for the local paper. A professional will come like a thief in the night, voila! Everything’s perfect.”
“I don’t care about all that, Bella. We’re staying.”
“No, we’re not. I advise you not to look at me like I’m in trouble. Keep that delicious, thick, veiny, long, fat dick to yourself. Choke it with your hand for all I care. Geraldine!” My future wife’s curvy legs saunter toward the house.
Chewing my bottom lip, I wait a few moments, watch them hug, jumping up and down. I then follow.
Geraldine says, “I never get to see you, Gina!”
“I was about to call you and cuss you out! I thought you were skipping the farce this year!”
“No, Gina. I’m just creating a bit of suspense. Our patriarch gets one day out of 365. Have I ever not followed through?”
“Yes!”
The ladies giggle and chat while a man with dreads comes around