Page 47 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

VINCENZO

T he moment we step foot inside the private penthouse elevator, my lips are on Amalia’s as I push her up against the mirrored wall.

“I’m done sharing you,” I growl against her. “You're mine for the rest of the night.”

“I’m yours for the rest of our lives.”

I groan. “Fucking hell, that’s right, baby.”

She wraps her hands around my neck and I slide mine underneath her ass, squeezing it tightly.

Our tongues clash against each other in an intoxicating fervor that has me forgetting where we are until the elevator dings at the top floor.

Amalia presses her hands against my chest, backing me out of the elevator.

“You ready for that promise I made to you earlier?” she asks, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth. The twinkle in her eye has my heart racing.

I raise a brow at her and my lips curl into a grin. “You know I am.”

She rises up on her tippy toes and I lean down so her lips caress my ear when she says, “Meet me on the terrace.”

Without another word, Amalia brushes past me and heads toward our room. I watch her disappear down the hallway before heading for the living room.

Sliding open the large glass panel doors, I walk out onto the terrace. I rest my hands on the railing and take a deep breath, appreciating the beautiful night.

Tonight went just as well as I imagined. I knew Amalia would fit in with my family, but the fact the girls were so quick to welcome her into their group, made my heart fucking swell.

Only a few minutes go by before the soft sound of someone clearing their voice behind me appears.

Turning around, I take in the sight before me. Amalia’s standing there wearing a black lace lingerie set, complete with garters and all.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe out.

Time seems to stand still while I take her in.

The way the lights from the living room illuminate behind her, casting shadows along every delicate curve of her body.

The desperate look in her eyes as she closes the distance between us, and the way her crimson lips are begging to be taken right here and right now.

“You’ve been hiding this set from me,” I say, knowing I’ve seen every piece of lingerie she owns.

“It’s a new one. I just got it in the mail the other day.” She runs her fingers down the curve of her waist over the delicate lace of her thong. “You approve?”

“You know I do.” The words come out more desperate than I intended, but that’s what Amalia does to me. She makes me lose all control.

I reach out for her, needing to feel her body mold against mine, but she takes a step back and says, “Not so fast.”

I let out a desperate grunt. “Come on, Little Hellion. You can’t expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look good enough to fucking eat.”

I take a step toward her, but she takes another one back and holds a finger up to me. “ Don’t move another inch.”

The command in her voice has me halting. I quirk a brow at her. “And what if I do?”

“Then I won’t give you the one thing you’ve been dying to have all night.”

She’s playing with me. Using the fucking need I have for her against me. And it’s fucking working.

“Alright, Little Hellion. I’ll play by your rules.” I take a step back and lean against the railing, waiting for her next move.

Amalia’s eyes glisten under the light as she takes a couple steps forward, closing the distance between us. “Good choice,” she says, running her hand down the center of my shirt. “Now, if you’re a good boy for me, maybe I’ll let you take me right over this railing. Would you like that?”

The seductive tone in her voice has my cock springing to life. “You know I would,” I growl out.

She unbuttons my shirt and discards it, then lowers her hand to my belt and unbuckles it. “Do you want me to scream your name so this city knows exactly who I belong to?”

The way she repeats my words back to me has me nearly buckling at my knees, begging her to do just that.

“Always,” I breathe out while she lowers my pants, quickly discarding them along with my socks and shoes.

“Then there’s just one thing I’m going to need from you first,” she says.

Dropping to her knees, she pulls my throbbing cock out of my boxers. She squeezes it and a glistening bead of precum erupts from the tip. Her eyes lock in on it and she licks her lips. I nearly melt on the fucking spot for her.

“W … what’s that?” I ask. The feel of her velvety hands against my sensitive skin has me aching for more.

So much fucking more.

Her sharp eyes draw back up to mine and there’s a dark desire behind them. “I’m going to need you to scream for me first because it’s about time this city learns exactly who you belong to.”

The possessiveness in her tone sends an electrical current straight to my dick, making it feel more alive than ever before.

“Think you can do that for me, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathe out.

“Good boy,” she says, then she lifts my dick and runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, over each ridge of my ladder. The way it feels nearly has my knees buckling, forcing me to extend my hands out on the railing to hold myself upright.

I let out a groan while she continues playing with my cock. Running her tongue up and down the base, then up over the head.

“Mmm, so fucking good,” she says, lapping up the clear bead on the head of my cock.

A shiver coils down my spine and my head falls back. I close my eyes and it heightens my senses, making me feel every single thing Amalia is doing to me.

She continues running her tongue along my cock while she plays with my balls. The combined sensation has every single hair on my body standing on end.

Bringing my head back forward, I stare down at her and the sight will forever be inscribed in my brain. She wraps her mouth around my fat cock and takes in nearly every inch of me. It’s slow and intentional. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

When she starts bobbing her head, staining my dick with that red lipstick of hers, I know I’m not going to last long. Her heated warmth already has my toes curling, and when she moans as if my cock is the best thing she’s ever tasted in life, it takes everything in me not to come right on the spot.

“Fucking hell, Amalia. You’re too damn good at that. If you don’t stop now, I’m going to end up coming down that tight little throat of yours,” I grunt out.

She pulls back, letting me pop out of her. A trail of saliva stretches from my cock to her lips. It’s a fucking sight to see and I can’t take it anymore.

“I don’t think that was loud enough,” she says.

I cock a brow at her. My little fucking seductress.

“I believe I said I want you screaming .” She takes my cock into her mouth again, except this time she uses her hands to assist her at the base.

She starts out slow, then picks up her pace. Bobbing her head and pumping me at an inordinate speed that will have me coming in any second.

I thread my fingers into her hair, pulling it out of her face.

“You want me to scream your name, baby?”

She drags her gaze up to mine and moans her approval. The sound vibrates through my cock and straight to my core.

“Then I want you to take every damn inch of my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She lets out another moan and moves her hands from my dick to the sides of my thighs. She’s as desperate for me as I am for her.

I continue to pump in and out of her, using my hands in her hair to guide the tempo. Her grip tightens on me when I pick up my speed, plummeting deeper inside her mouth. With each thrust, I hit the back of her throat, and she lets out this sexy fucking sound that has me desperate for more.

“That’s it, baby. Take every”— thrust —“fucking”— thrust —“inch of me”— thrust . “You want to hear me scream, then I want to hear you choke on my cock.”

I continue pounding into her, and the pretty sound she makes each time I hit the back of her throat has my impending orgasm climbing to new levels.

I clench my jaw, picking up my pace, and just when I think this feeling couldn’t get any better, Amalia’s eyes lock in on mine. The heady look of desire mixed with the tears streaming down her face while I’ll stuff my cock down her throat throws me over the edge.

“Fuck yes, Amalia,” I cry out as I explode into her, giving her everything I have.

When I come down from my high, I lift her up by her arms and kiss her with everything I have. Her sweet cherry taste mixed with my salty one has me drunk on her.

“That was fucking amazing, but I need you even more now,” I grumble against her lips.

“So take me,” she says.

The desperation in her voice has me spinning us around so her back is against the railing.

I slide my finger down the valley between her breasts, over her flat stomach, down to the lace material covering the one thing I need most in this world.

When I slide my hand over her clit, I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel her piercing. “Are these fucking …”

“Crotchless panties?” she says, wiggling her brows at me.

I press my forehead against hers and let out a guttural groan. “Fucking shit.”

“I promised I was going to make it up to you,” she says with a giggle.

“Had I known this is how you plan on making things up to me, I would’ve introduced you to my family sooner.”

I slide two fingers into her pussy and she lets out a gasp, clenching her walls around them. “You’re fucking soaked for me, Little Hellion. Did choking on my cock turn you on this much?”

“Yes,” she breathes out as I pump my fingers in and out of her.

“I can’t take my time with you right now. I need you, Amalia. I need you rough and hard. Please. ”

She nods her head. “Give me everything you’ve got. Fucking wreck me, Enzo.”

Thank fuck.

I remove my fingers from her pussy and hold them out in front of me. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Her eyes move to my glistening fingers and her lips part just a bit.

A smirk plays out on my face. “Open,” I growl out.

She abides, and I shove my fingers into her mouth, watching as she licks herself clean off me. The sight has my cock ready to go again.

Letting out a groan, I remove my fingers and crash my lips to hers. She opens her mouth, giving me complete access.

I lift her leg and wrap it around my hip. Taking my cock, I line it up with her pussy and slam into her.

Amalia cries out and I pull back to look into her eyes. “Remember what I said, Little Hellion. I need you rough and hard .”

She gives me a few short nods so I pull my cock back out, then slam back into her. I continue doing this and each time Amalia’s cries get louder with ecstasy.

She’s already so close and I fucking love it.

“That’s right, baby. Get loud. I want my neighbors to hear every pleasure I bring to this delicious fucking body of yours.”

“Holy crap, Enzo. I’m almost there.”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.”

I tug her bra cup down and cover her nipple with my mouth, biting down, hard . Bringing my hand up to her throat, I tighten my grip around her neck, and right before I know she’s about to come, I release my hold, letting her cry out her pleasure while I pound into her.

“Oh, fuck, Enzo!”

Her orgasm pulses through her body, causing her to contract her tight muscles around my dick.

I pick up my pace, pumping everything I have into her, and her dwindling orgasm picks back up with a ferocious need until she’s crying out my name once more.

“Holy shit, Enzo, I’m coming again!”

Her fingers weave their way into my hair, pulling at the strands while she pulses around me.

With another few pumps, I’m crying out her name, and spilling my seed inside her.

Amalia holds me to her like she never wants to let go.

Without letting either of us fully recover from the pleasure that just took over our bodies, I lift Amalia up so she’s able to wrap her legs around my hips. She giggles and places her arms around my neck.

“I have to say, I’m impressed you were able to lift me up like that, all while staying inside me.”

I chuckle as I walk us back into the living room. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

“That you are,” she says with a giggle.

When she notices me walking down the hallway to our room, she says, “Bedtime already?”

“No chance, baby. The night’s just getting started.”

She quirks her brow at me. “Oh, yeah? You’re already ready to go again?”

I push our bedroom door open. “I’ll always be ready when it comes to you, Little Hellion,” I say, taking a seat on the edge of our bed with her straddling me.

“This time I’m going to take my time with you, though.

Worship your perfect fucking body the way it deserves to be worshipped, and make the sweetest fucking love to you all night long. ”

With that, I crash my lips to hers, loving that I’m holding the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, the future mother of my children in my arms… and I’m never letting go.