Page 2 of Escaping the King (The Sovrano Crime Family #13)

“Okay, Stefan,” she answered and leaned further into me. Her big breasts hung down and my hands immediately covered them. She whimpered as her tongue flicked out and then she started.

Right at the bottom—all the way to the top.

“Nice and slow at first, babe,” I instructed her on how I wanted to be licked. I could leave her to her own devices, but what would be the fun in that?

“Ahh,” I said during a particularly good swipe of her tongue. A drop of wetness had leaked out and she quickly licked it off.

Yeah.

She was going to be just fine.

More slow licks.

More wetness needing to be lapped up.

And I was ready for her mouth. “Suck on me, now.”

And.

She did.

Those rosy lips of hers circled around the head of my cock and then she didn’t waste much time taking me in. All the way. She gagged a bit but didn’t seem bothered.“Yes, like that. Take me down your throat.” Her hand slid up, and she began stroking me a bit.

I reprimanded her right away. I didn’t mind her hand. It felt good. But it was also cheating. And I wanted her to get me off by just using her mouth.

And nothing else.

Yes.

I wanted Sophia to work for it.

Work for what she’s wanted for a long time now.

“No hands. Just your mouth,” I said in a firm tone. She nodded and hummed with my cock still in her mouth. Her hands landed on my thighs, and I watched as she doubled her efforts and really went after my cock.

“Yes, that’s right,” I muttered as my eyes shut all on their own. I imagined Giselle between my legs. Her huge tits bouncing with every slurp of my cock.

Yeah.

Giselle sucking on me. Loving me.

Doing what I wanted.

Because she loved me, too.

“Faster,” I mumbled and tried to keep the fantasy in my head going.

Yeah.

She went faster.

Just like I asked.

Giselle’s mouth was so wet and so warm. It felt fucking divine.

Her tongue swiped over the head of my cock, and I nearly fucking lost it.

But she was going to swallow me down.

All of me.

Every last drop of come was going down her throat.

My hands slid to her head. I forced her to move even faster. Up and down my hard shaft. She had to take me.

Had to take all of me.

I had to come in her mouth.

And I knew she wanted to please me. Because she loved me.

I wheezed out a loud breath and held her head. Those swollen lips tight on the base of my cock. “Fuck, yes. Swallow me.” And then I burst down her throat. I felt her swallow.

And swallow.

Sucking all of my come down her throat.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Sophia.

And I wanted to cry.

It wasn’t Giselle.

But I already knew that.

Sophia’s eyes were watering. I lifted her off my cock and she wiped her mouth. Her lips were puffy and swollen. And that at least made me happy. She’d gotten what she wanted. And so did I.

Before I knew what was happening, she moved forward and straddled me. “That was really hot, Stefan.”

I looked at her lips even though I knew I wouldn’t kiss her.

No.

Kisses were reserved for women I loved. Women I wanted to kiss. This woman on my lap was only for one night. Definitely not worth kissing.

“What are you doing?” I asked a silly question. When a naked woman straddled you—it didn’t take a genius to know what she wanted.

“I thought maybe we could—”

I interrupted her, “Fuck?” I tilted my head to the side in question.

She grinned and leaned in like she was going to kiss me.

I quickly turned my head, so her lips touched my cheek. “All right, if that's what you want to do.” My hands found her tits again, and I rubbed them with my palms. She looked a little taken aback, like perhaps she'd expected me to devour her with my kisses. But that was her problem. Not mine.

“Do whatever you want,” I said with a smile, and lightly pinched her nipples between my fingers. She liked that. Her eyes closed, and she moaned. One hand landed on my shoulder and the other went between us. She touched my cock. I thought she'd take it right away.

But she didn't.

Instead, she started grinding her pussy against it. And that felt fucking great. She rubbed her very, very wet pussy over my hard cock, making me even harder.

“Mm,” she muttered as she moved her hips. After a few minutes of that, she finally lifted up and lowered, taking me inside. “Stefan, yes,” she said and began riding me. Up and down. Up and down while I played with her tits. She was having a good time, and quite honestly, so was I.

We fucked like that for a good long while. Me with my hands on her tits—and she with my hard cock inside of her, riding me. She did a good job of it, too.

Absolutely no complaints here.

Sophia knew how to ride a cock. This definitely wasn't her first rodeo.

My dick gave me all the signs this was going to be over soon. Which was a shame. I wanted to keep fucking Sophia. Maybe she'd let me bend her over the couch and take her ass.

Or maybe that was too much to ask the nanny to do.

Her walls tightened around me, and I figured she was just as ready as I was. I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, “Yes, yes.”

Then she really started fucking me. I tried to hold out, but I honest to God didn't want to.

At that moment, something occurred to me. “Are you on birth control, babe?”

Sophia shook her head and said, “No.”

For a moment, I stopped moving my hips. Then I looked at the totally lush woman riding my cock—gladly wanting to ride my cock.

And then I looked at her huge tits.

Tits that I wasn’t even close to finished playing with.

“Fuck it,” I said and leaned back into the couch. She moved forward with me. Her hips moved faster and now I knew for sure I was going to blow. I slurped in another nipple, and she whimpered.

My release waited a few more seconds. That was it.

I let go of her nipple. “Fuck,” I said as I started emptying inside of her. She squeezed my cock and a rush of wetness slid down me.

“Yes, Stefan, oh, yes.” Her chest rose and fell with effort—just like mine did.

After we both could finally breathe again, I spoke. “Who knew the nanny would be this good of a lay? Had I known, I would have fucked you in Italy. Might have made my stay worth it.”

Sophia smiled and leaned down like she was going to kiss me.

I didn't have to turn my head this time, though.

No.

Because the sound of screaming stopped Sophia in her tracks.

“What do you think you're doing?” Giselle's voice rang out into the otherwise quiet house.

“Oh, shit,” Sophia said, attempting to cover her huge tits with her arms. And then her hands. Once she slid off of me, she swiped a pillow or two and raced for the stairs.

While she was doing that, I tucked myself in and stood up—preparing for the backlash.

Giselle slammed the door that Sophia had just disappeared down and dug into me.

“What were you doing?” Giselle sounded like she'd just finished a fifty yard dash.

When really it was Sophia who'd done the closest thing to exercise here tonight.

I questioned her ridiculousness. “I was fucking the nanny. What did it look like? I know I haven't screwed you in a while, but you can't have forgotten it that quickly.” My tone was cutting and sarcastic. Caustic to my ears.Not that I cared.

Because I sure didn't.

Not anymore.

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck?” Carlo appeared behind her and let out a deep breath. She'd woken up my asshole brother.

“What? So you're the only one who's allowed to get laid around here?” I asked him.

He narrowed his eyes. “What the hell were you thinking?”

I let out a forced laugh. “Thinking? Thinking? I was thinking I wanted my cock sucked and fucked. That's what I was thinking. Any other questions?”

A disgusted look crossed his face, and his hands settled on Giselle's shoulders. Her face grew even angrier. “Get out of my house, Stefan. And take your little tramp with you!” she screamed and pointed her finger at the basement door.

Fuck.

I ran my hand through my hair and gazed down at the floor.

Fuck.

I'd really done it this time.

Giselle was furious. There was no coming back from this. She'd just watched me fuck her nanny.

Yes, she'd watched me fuck Eve. But that shit was different.

Much different.

I loved Eve, and she loved me.

Us.

She loved us.

And Giselle knew ahead of time what we were all going to do.

But seeing me balls deep inside of her nanny was something completely different. I'd done this without talking about it with Giselle.

She'd never forgive me for this.

I looked at Giselle and then at my brother.

Dani's cries sailed down the hall to us.

“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling bad for waking up the kid.

I bent down and scooped up Sophia's tiny slip of a nightie and rounded the couch.

My legs carried me straight to the basement door.

After I opened it, I yelled downstairs, “Let's go!”I stood there waiting impatiently.

Sophia emerged at the bottom of the stairs with a frightened look on her face.

She was dressed in tight leggings and a hoodie.

A lot more clothes than she'd been wearing the last few weeks in total.

She had the strap of a large duffle bag over her shoulder. “Okay.” She immediately hustled up the stairs.

I waved my hand toward the front door. She led the way.

And I followed her out.

Not looking back even once.