She bit her lip as she nodded, her eyes glued to my dick like it was her favourite thing in the whole world.
I smiled darkly before lifting her off of the table and turning her around so her ass was to me. She bent forward eagerly and I groaned as I looked down at that perfect fucking view.
“I can’t fuck you here without protection,” I murmured, sliding the tip of my bare cock around the wetness of her pussy until it was coated in enough lubrication for what I had in mind. Winter moaned and panted as I teased her and I slowly slid my cock up to her ass, nudging her opening so she knew what I was suggesting. “But I could do it here.”
She gasped, her hands fisting against the table as she lifted her ass a little higher and started nodding. “Yes. I want to feel you.”
Fuck.
I growled with longing as I shifted my hips forward and pressed the tip of my cock against her ass, lowering my other hand so that I could tease her clit. She started panting even louder, rocking her hips back into me in a silent demand as I held her in suspense.
I kept circling her clit with my fingers as I slowly increased the pressure of my dick against her ass and I groaned as I began to slide inside.
“Christ, Nicoli, that’s...fuck.”
“You okay, baby doll?” I asked as I slid in deeper, the tightness of her ass even more intense than her pussy.
“Yes,” she gasped. “More.”
I groaned again as I pushed myself all the way in, holding her still there for a moment as I circled her clit a few more times and then I started moving. Slowly at first but getting faster and harder as her cries of pleasure spurred me on.
The snooker balls rolled and bounced all over the table and I pushed my hand lower, driving two fingers into her soaking pussy while still maintaining that circling motion on her clit with my thumb.
She was calling out my name and begging for more as I fucked her harder still, my dick aching with the need to come while I gritted my teeth, chasing her orgasm first.
She drove her ass back into me, meeting my thrusts hungrily as I filled her up, pounding into her relentlessly and bathing in the sound of her moaning for me.
When she came it was like the ocean crashing against the shore in a storm, every muscle in her body tightened too and I came hard inside of her the second it did, my dick throbbing and pulsing in the most delicious way as I groaned deep and low.
I collapsed over her, panting like I’d just run a marathon and pushing red hair out of her face so that I could kiss her perfect mouth.
“You might be free, my savage girl,” I breathed. “But I’m never going to let you go.”
“Good,” she replied as she looked into my eyes with so much heated emotion in her gaze that I couldn’t believe it was really me she was looking at. “Because I’m never letting you go either.”
I took the direct route to Clarissa’s house, not bothering with any detours because this time, she wasn’t even expecting me. Rocco and Enzo were meeting me there too for backup, not that I needed it exactly but if it came down to a vote, three against one always won and she couldn’t make any threats about running to Papa to try and argue her side of things.
Besides, the three of us showing up together said we meant business. We weren’t fucking around. And I needed to make it abundantly clear that we especially weren’t fucking around where Winter was concerned.
I pulled up outside her house, barely flipping the guys at the gates a look and pulling my car up beside Rocco’s dad-wagon.
“What the fuck is that monstrosity?” I asked as I got out, pulling a face at the soccer mom car he’d decided to drive today.
“I had River in the car this morning,” he replied, shrugging unapologetically. “And I couldn’t be fucked to swap over. Besides, I like the view of the road better in this.”
“The view of the road? Christ, the world really is ending if Rocco Romero is going to swear off sports cars.”
He rolled his eyes at me, leaning back against his admittedly damn expensive daddy day care car. “I’m not swearing off shit, but I’m also giving my bambina the best of everything.