Page 43 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

VINCENZO

A COUPLE WEEKS LATER

“ S o, have you decided what you’re going to do yet?” Armando asks.

“Yes, Enzo and I have been discussing it, and we think it’s time for me to make a new home for myself in NYC,” Amalia says into her phone.

Hearing her say those words to her cousin puts the biggest smile on my face. I grip her waist and pull her into me while she straddles me on the couch. She tries to hold back a giggle when her cousin speaks.

“I had a feeling you’d say that.”

“Thank you, Armando. For everything,” Amalia says. “You saved our asses in more ways than one.”

“Yeah, thank you, man,” I add. “We probably would’ve been fine without you, but you did make it a hell of a lot easier for us.” Amalia swats me on the chest.

Armando chuckles on the other end. “Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.”

I squeeze Amalia’s ass and pull her into me again, making sure to raise my hips up at the same time. Her mouth parts, and she rolls her pretty red lip in her mouth.

Fuck, I just had her and already need her again.

I’ll never get enough of Amalia.

Leaning forward, I pepper kisses on her soft skin along the delicate lace of her red bra. My favorite fucking color.

I drag my lips up to her collarbone, tracing it, and then up to her neck. She rolls her head back and wraps her free hand in my hair, tugging at the thick strands.

“Just don’t forget about me while you’re up in that frozen tundra,” Armando says.

Amalia doesn’t respond right away, clearly distracted by this insatiable need to entangle ourselves in one another again.

Giving her a nip on her neck, she finally speaks.

“I-I won’t,” she stumbles out. “And you know I’m going to come and visit.

” Her voice is breathy, and she tries to yank me back by the strands of my hair, but instead of letting her, I slide my mouth back down to her breast and drag the cup down.

I lick the brown peak, and she lets out a small whimper.

“Alright,” Armando says. “I’m going to hang up now because I can only imagine what the fuck’s going on over there, and it’s not a picture I want in my head.”

Sucking her piercing into my mouth, I bite down. She snaps her head back up right and gasps. “Uhh, yeah, sorry, Armando. I-I’ll call you tomorrow, and we can catch up on everything that happened.”

“Mm-hm. Manana, prima .” The unenthusiasm in his tone is clear, and I make a mental note to call him later and apologize for this feral fucking desire that consumes me when I’m with my girl, but it’s not something I can control. It’s innate. And I fucking love it.

Amalia tosses her phone on the couch and grinds down on me. It has my cock springing to life. “Really, Enzo?” she says, her voice heady with desire as she stares down at me sucking on her nipple.

“I can’t get enough of you, Little Hellion. I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing. If I want you, I’m going to take you.”

Amalia crashes her lips to mine, and I squeeze her ass, helping her grind down hard on top of me.

Our tongues clash in a ferocious display of dominance, and I let her, wanting to soak in every piece of her before I take over.

Her moans vibrate through me, and I grip her ass harder.

“You squeeze any tighter and I’m going to end up with an imprint of your hands on my ass,” she says against my lips.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” I mumble into hers, then our tongues are tangling once more, except this time, I take control.

Weaving my fingers in her hair, I tug at the soft strands until her head is craned back, allowing me access to her slender neck. I nibble my way across the sensitive skin, which has her squirming in my lap even more.

Lifting her up, I maneuver us so she’s lying back on the couch. Her dark hair splayed out on the light material is such a heavy contrast.

I pull the other cup of her bra down, fully exposing one of my most favorite things about her. She looks fucking glorious with her tits on display for me. The diamond studs sparkle under the lights, begging to be played with.

Reaching down, I take a pert nipple between my fingers and start rolling it. Her response is immediate, arching into the pleasure.

I suck her other nipple into my mouth and use my tongue to play with the jewelry.

“Oh gosh. That feels too fucking good, Enzo,” she breathes out, her voice raspy with ecstasy.

Her hands find their home in my hair, and she pulls me impossibly closer to her. I continue to lick, suck, and bite her nipple while twirling the other, just how I’ve learned she loves so much.

Using my knee, I spread her legs to make room for myself. I quickly discard my boxers and her underwear, then return to my adoration for her tits. They were made for me. Fucking made for me.

Amalia grinds her pussy onto my knee, getting the friction I know she’s desperate to have.

“I want you,” she says. “I need to feel your cock inside me, Enzo.”

“Patience, my little hellion. Let me enjoy these perfect tits. Worship them the way they deserve to be worshipped.”

“You know patience isn’t my thing,” she whines, hauling my face up to hers.

She kisses me with so much passion, I nearly become delirious from it, and when she goes to pull away, she bites down on my lip, taking it with her.

It’s hard and it’s rough. Just the way I fucking like it. Just the way I fucking need it when it comes to Amalia.

When she finally lets go, my lip pops back into place and the salty, metallic taste of blood hits my mouth, turning me on even more, so I crash my mouth onto hers.

The raw animalistic intensity between us has me lining my cock up to her pussy, and instead of teasing her, making sure she’s ready for me, I slam right into her, filling her to the hilt.

“Fucking hell,” she cries out.

“That’s right, baby. Take me hard and rough like the little whore you are. I need to feel you squeeze my cock with that delicious fucking pussy of yours.”

I pull out, only leaving the tip in before slamming back into her, causing her to cry out again.

“Holy fuck, Enzo. It’s too much,” she gasps, but we both know that’s not true.

“It’s never too much, baby. Your pussy takes me so well. We were molded to fit each other perfectly.”

I pull back out and slam back into her, but this time she raises her hips to meet mine, allowing me to get even deeper than I was before, hitting that spot I know she loves. This time I let out a long groan of approval.

“ Fuck , Amalia. You feel too fucking good.” How is it that every time we’re together it feels like my first time fucking? I have to do everything in my power not to explode into her right off the bat.

“No such thing as too fucking good ,” she says, and the hoarseness in her tone has me swelling even more.

She wraps her leg around me and presses down on my ass with her foot.

“Now move, Enzo. I want to feel your cock slam in and out of me until I can’t take it anymore, and I’m begging for a release. ”

“You want me to make you beg, baby?” I ask, my tone low and gravelly.

“You know I do,” she breathes out, then presses her foot on my ass again, pushing me to move.

“Look at you, already desperate for me. You’ll be begging for it in no time.”

Picking up my pace, I make sure to keep my thrusts long, hard, and deep as possible. Amalia keeps up with every single one, meeting my hips with hers in a way that’s sure to leave marks on us.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she arches her back as if she can’t get enough of me.

“Ahh, that feels so good,” she cries out, but I want her to beg for it. Her nipples are sensitive, but I know what will have her begging in no time.

Sitting back on my knees, I grab one of the throw pillows, lift Amalia up, and slide it under her ass so she’s at the perfect angle for me.

I bend her legs and press them down so they’re butterflied in front of me, and I’m immediately enamored with her glistening cunt.

So pink and so wet… All for me. My mouth salivates as I imagine tasting her, but right now, there’s no time for that.

My cock feels like it’s about to explode with the need I have for her.

“You just going to stare at it, or you going to do something with it,” Amalia goads, and I chuckle.

“You better watch that tongue of yours, Little Hellion, or I’ll make you put it to good use.”

“Is that a promise?”

A low rumble vibrates in my chest. “You have no idea what I have in store for you.”

“Let’s see what you got,” she says with a lift of her brow.

I run my finger up her wet slit to her swollen bud and press down, rolling my finger over it while I let a trail of spit fall from my mouth onto her pussy.

Her knees lift, so I press them back down, needing her to be spread open for me. “You raise them again and you won’t get what you want,” I warn.

She lets out a whimper but does what she’s told.

My focus goes back to her clit, and I roll my finger over it, gradually increasing the pace and pressure until she’s writhing in front of me, making the most beautiful sounds with her mouth.

“Enzo, I’m so close, I need?—”

I pull my hand away and line up my cock with her pussy. Pushing the tip in, I grab hold of her waist and yank her down toward me hard and fast.

“Holy fuck, that’s deep,” she cries out, and I start thrusting in and out of her, knowing this angled position has me hitting her G-spot every time.

I drive in and out of her, getting faster as I build up her orgasm, then slowing down when she’s about to come. Teasing her— torturing her —with ecstasy. This position allows me full control of her pleasure, and I fucking love it.

Not to mention the view.

“Your pussy knows just how to take every inch of my cock. The way I slide so effortlessly in and out of you.” I bring my gaze up her perfect body to the mounds on her chest. “And those tits… Play with them. Show me what you’d want me to do to them right now.”

Amalia lets out a whimper, but she does as she’s told. My shallow thrusts pick up again when she starts playing with her jeweled peaks.