I haven’t even tasted this delicious pussy.”
“Your insolence will not go unpunished, Santino.” I push his face into my valley. Using his tongue and mouth, Santino kisses my labia, stiff-tonguing my core. He’s drinking every drop of honey from my pussy. I grip his hair, pulling hard, and crushing my saturated sex in his face. The thread of exhilaration runs through me like an electrical wire. My body quivers, from every sinew, all the way down to a molecular level.
It's not long before I orgasm, and hell, I am considering this round one! Santino’s tongue circles my pearl, then sucks. I ride his face, hips bucking along his shoulders. He gasps for breath every so often, then goes back in like his tongue is a fighter, and my pussy is the ring.
My legs take on an anaconda grip around his face as a surge of desire washes over me. I’m cursing under my breath, calling his name in a deep, low groan because if I break, the moon will hear my call. Santino’s slurping brings about the third orgasm! I increase the tempo of my hips, gliding around his shoulders and using his face as my fuck toy.
“Oh, shi . . .” When my scream pierces the night, Santino brings me down into the soft, misty grass.
“Shhh . . .” He envelops my pussy with his mouth. Gasping, I ride out an endless wave of spasms. My fingers find the soft grass; clops of earth wrench from the ground as I tug.
Sated, Santino leans back on his haunches. In the lamplight, the juices on his mouth and jaw are illuminated.
“C’mere, now.” I reach up, grab his collar, and bring him down.
My tongue comes out, and I’m licking all over his face. Santino captures my mouth. I press my hands along his beating chest, reveling in the power I have over him.
The second he starts for his belt, I stop him.
“Oh no,” he groans. His face drops to the center of my chest. An onslaught of kisses tempt me to reconsider pushing him away.
“Santino, I’m on a fucking power trip.” I sigh, biting the bottom of my lip. “Get me home. You met my requirements.”
He frames my face in the palm of his hands. “No, I exceeded your fucking requirements, Gina. Now, put your hands in my hands. Feel Daddy’s dick.”
“Hell, no. If I do that, then we’ll roll around on this lawn.”
“Exactly.” His tone is a low, hard growl.
I murmur, “What if someone comes by . . .”
He pulls at tufts of his hair.
Delighted by his misery, I lean on my elbows. “We had an hour, Santino. Then the family walks around to look at everyone’s efforts. I think we have . . .”
“Shh…” He yanks me up from the ground to him. With shaky legs, I’m regaining my composure as Santino messes in my hair. His fingers are pulling twigs and bits of grass from my tresses I had no idea were there. My mother strolls over, mentioning that we’re all headed for a family picture. Santino threatens that my power trip is over. “As soon as we get home . . .” His voice trails off, ominously. Yummy. Trouble is brewing. Happy fucking Thanksgiving to me!
27
Santino
Despite the no-holds-barred between Gina and her sisters, I am having a good time. Ladies, if a man isn’t fighting for you—run. Though I’ve never cared for another’s approval, I am determined to have Mr. Galloway accept me. Although I hadn’t anticipated it would be tonight, maybe not even in the next year or two. We finish taking the Galloway family portrait when I see a message from Antonia; a text that leaves me seeing red.
Half an hour later, my heart’s in my throat. I fist the steering wheel with one hand and in my other hand is my iPhone. Toni explains how Ma canceled on Zia at the last second. A cousin was supposed to bring them to Jersey, and I’d pick them up tomorrow. “Toni, what do you mean, Ma dragged you to the movies! Where’s Maria?”
“The nurse came. She went home early today. I told you that, Uncle Santa.” Toni sobs. In the background, Ma can be heard screaming at the top of her lungs.
“You don’t get to ‘Uncle Santa’ me, Antonia. You know better.”
“Santino . . .” Gina cautions as my truck slides into position between two slow cars.
“I got this,” I tell her. My foot presses the gas. I zip through traffic. “Antonia, I’ll FaceTime you. Sometimes that