Veiled Amor by V. Theia

TWENTY-THREE

“My sweet little fuck. Mine.” - Capone

 

 

That fateful day he’d tried so hard to forget was etched deep into Capone’s mind.

The flavor of her skin he’d memorized.

Still heard her cries of pleasure as he’d rammed her up the bed, and on the floor, and in the shower until she was covered in his come and hoarse from screaming his name.

It was a day that never should have happened, but Capone couldn’t find it in him to regret their actions because it was hands down the best sex of his life, and he’d hungered for Lucia ever since.

It was a fucking disease aching for a woman he shouldn’t want, knowing he was disrespecting his brother.

And now he was about to get another taste of her.

Another fix.

Signing his contract to go to Hell.

“I should be shot for the things I want to do to you.”

“You are not stopping,” she hissed, grabbing his shoulders and triggered a new pulse of arousal to hit his dick. Dios, she was gorgeous when she was fierce. “Fucking a bad boy is a rite of passage. I’m just several years late.”

She slew him open. “Mi amor, I’m not stopping. I’d crawl out of the grave for this moment with you.”

“Do all the things. Please.”

“I’d give up everything I have to feel you tighten around my dick again.”

Sounding as pent up as he felt, she clutched the back of his head with her nails plunged into his hair, stroking her lips along his neck. “Make it happen.”

The sense of rightness always washed over him when their kisses turned syrupy. Capone had never felt the same about anyone else. Ever. He’d never even tried to find a match because he knew it didn’t exist.

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

Kisses that went deep.

Touches that clawed a little too much.

Lucia was gasoline to Capone’s desire, and he was going too hard on her petite body. Still, he couldn’t seem to rein himself in because he was already addicted to her breathy gasps each time he let his teeth nibble the edge of her jaw, her neck, and shoulder. He might have fucked her like a deranged animal a handful of years ago, but it didn’t edge the desire he felt for her now. That had been a charcuterie board; this was going to be the whole fucking gorging meal.

He moved Lucia up the bed where her head landed on his pillows, stroking along her inner arms; he held them above her head until she took the hint and grasped onto the iron headboard. Then he explored her body with his mouth. Tasting her in whisper kisses, tiny bites, and sucks. She was stunning, so fucking responsive. Her skin like silk; already, his cock leaked at the tip to fuck her wild.

“Giancarlo.” She moaned, and when he looked up, his mouth on her trembling belly, she reached down and touched his head, looking at him from under arousal-hazed eyes. Capone growled his pleasure. “Please… I need you. Can we… can we skip foreplay and please just fuck me? I’ve waited too long already.”

She’d killed him.

It ignited Capone from the inside. Filled with carnal desire to fuck her in the dirtiest way. Knowing the rumbling sounds in his bedroom were coming out of his throat, he reared up, put himself over her body, and forced a kiss out of her waiting mouth. They moaned together as they moved perfectly in sync. Lucia just as starved as she bit his lip and sucked his tongue. “Please.” She repeated.

“Let me eat the orgasms out of you, Lucia. I’ve waited too long already. Too fucking long, nena.”

“Next time. I need you.”

What the fuck could he say? His dick was on board for her suggestion.

She undulated against him like a serpent, and Capone nearly lost his head with how good she felt. He gripped her hips, pinning her down while he found his place between her legs. What he wouldn’t give to fuck her raw and feel his come spurt out of him to fill her up. It was a primitive thought, and one he’d never had before.

“You need my fuck, huh?” He rasped into her lips.

Lucia half-laughed. “Yes, that’s what I keep saying.”

“How do you need it?”

“I don’t care if we’re hanging from the ceiling as long as I get you inside me.”

A chuff of laughter burst out of Capone, and he dropped his head, so their eyes met. This woman, how had he lived without her? One more kiss, he rolled to his knees and sat on his heels, immediately taking a hand between her legs, stroking over her pussy.

Lucia inhaled and bumped up for more.

Her eyes were unfocused. Sexy and filled with want.

“Lean over and get a condom from the nightstand, amor.” He strummed her clit. “Let me give you this fuck you need so badly.” Seeking the heat of her, he let Lucia struggle to reach over while she whimpered as he plied friction between her legs. When she grabbed the packet, she flipped back with a triumphant smile and opened it so carefully, like it was candy, and the warmth of it hit Capone in the chest. He increased his rubs.

“Capone… god.” She panted, eyes glazed.

“Go over for me.”

She was so close he nearly lost the will to breathe. Watching how fucking beautiful she looked, struggling against the onslaught of pleasure as he rubbed and rubbed with his thumb held tight on her clit.

“Inside… me.”

Stubborn little thing. Smirking, he leaned down and licked where his thumb was stroking, tasting her tartness, knowing how easily he would become addicted to eating her pussy if he got the chance to. He’d give her anything, only had to ask, but she had to learn something; in his bed, he got his way, so he sat back on his heels. One hand on her trembling stomach, the other making her eyes cross while he increased the speed. “First you come for me, then you get my cock, miamor.”

A jolt of pleasure rushed through his shaft as she grabbed two handfuls of the bedding and arched upward.

“Let me in, Lucia.” At his command, he saw her knees relax, and his mouth flooded with need as he leaned in, scenting the pussy of the woman he craved like a sore ache, and he darted out his tongue for a taste. Capone knew she was shy, but he also knew he’d eat the shyness out of her until she was the one dragging his head between her thighs.

He licked her again, and she sagged, a breath puffed from her lips. “That’s it; there you go, nena.”

She gave a quiet yelp of surprise when he slipped a thumb between her swollen folds, he went soft at first because he’d used her too well already, but he couldn’t help himself. Her smell and taste sunk into his guts, and Capone let his thumb work around her clit until he coaxed it from the hood; only then did he press a kiss. Because he was an impatient bastard, it was only a moment before he slid his thumb into her clenching pussy, and she let go of a whimper. His other hand held her down by the belly.

“Will… you say it?”

He must have frowned in confusion, because she didn’t wait for him to ask what she meant. “You called me something that night. Will you say it again?”

Confused no more, Capone’s body shook from the electric awareness pulsing throughout him. He was so hyper-turned on. Lucia bit on her lower lip, watching him when he boosted her ass with a hand and lifted her slightly from the bed; two fingers penetrated and found her g-spot, four pumps, and she moaned hard. “Come for me, my sweet little fuck.”

It was the catalyst she needed. “Gi…” she drew out, contorting in his hands. He watched the orgasm rip through her. Before the last shudder left her, Capone had the condom rolled down his over-eager dick and fixed himself in place between her waiting legs.

He found her mouth, and she ate him alive with enough passion to blind him.

There was a need for Capone to be inside Lucia, to know how fucking tragically he loved her. He’d been in that misery for years, and now she’d let him into heaven. Lucky bastard, he wouldn’t waste a moment tonight.

Because she was a little thing, he boosted her again, so her hands fixed around the headboard and her feet braced on the bed, knees bent. He was in so tight between her legs he was already satisfied more than any other fuck of his life.

But if he didn’t get inside her, he was going to die.

Muttering in the only language he’d spoken around his family, he worshipped her with words she swallowed down her throat.

“I’ll give my sweet little fuck anything she wants,” he confessed just to hear her whine, biting him hard on the mouth, her hands clawing around his shoulders before she moved them back to the headboard. “All the cock she can handle. Going to fill you until it hurts now, miamor. But don’t worry, I always make the hurt go away, don’t I?”

“Oh, god, yes. You do. Please, do it.”

One shove and he was in, and Capone’s world ended.

Another push, and he gained deeper access when her pussy walls relaxed enough to let him in until he was buried in the only woman he would ever love.

They exhaled together.

“I know how many days it’s been since I was last in this pussy,” he rasped, watching her eyes widen with shock and then lower with a haze of lust as he moved. He took it leisurely at first, letting her get used to him, even when he wanted to tear through her like a deranged animal. Capone nipped kisses to her throat, sucked the pain away, increasing with speed. “I counted every day I haven’t been fucking you, Lucia. Too many days.”

“Too many days,” she echoed on a breathy moan when he knew his cock had hit the soft part of her.

“Shit. Shit. That feels fantastic, oh god, Gi.”

About to get better.

“Say it then, amor. Tell me now.”

She didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence before a litany of pleading came bursting out of her lips while Capone fucked her. “Fuck me. Fuckme, baby.”

Ah, fuck. Just as sweet as the first time he’d heard her demand it, and like then, he went into hyper mode, so focused on the woman beneath him squeezing his dick with her wet sex.

Their breathing was labored.

Every word he whispered in Spanish was dirtier than the last, and he meant every single one. He couldn’t get enough, so he fucked her harder, fueled by her moans. Only when he stilled with his mouth on hers, drinking in her pants, did he drop his head so he could watch Lucia pumping her hips, working herself on his shaft with a rhythm hard enough he saw stars. She was impatient, struggling to take every inch of his cock, whining his name beautifully.

How had he lived without her?

Their storm built; he couldn’t taste her fast enough, deep enough.

Pulling away from her seeking lips, Capone watched her glazed eyes flutter open as he reached above her head and grabbed the headboard. “You’ve got one minute to do what you want, nena, then it’s time I tire out your sinner’s body. Understand me?”

The smile she gave him about burned his lungs to dust.

“Sí, Giancarlo. Start the clock.”

She didn’t wait. Grabbing his waist, she braced her feet, bowed up, plowing his cock inside herself deeper than before, and gave him an earth-shattering point of view of her writhing body as he watched her take him, the spot where his cock met her glistening pussy.

Dios. Killing him.

She was a goddess streaking her tongue around his ear gauge, down his throat where she sucked his Adam’s apple, all the while pumping her little hips upward. Fucking hell, this was a bad idea; he would not last.

Hands tightened on the headboard hard enough he could have ripped it in half. Capone cursed when Lucia sucked his nipple and scraped his sides with her nails. His grunts almost shrouded her addictive moans, but he savored them like a gift. A man enjoyed knowing he did his woman right. “Lucia.” He growled. “Get there, now.”

“I’m playing.”

Fucking. Hell.

The faster she rode his cock from the bottom, the more his sanity threatened to desert the ship. The pleasure was too much; he was in Hell. His perfect woman was laughing when she nipped along his throat again, pulsated him hard with her pussy, and that was his end. He dropped his pelvis, giving her his weight. “My turn,” he growled into her mouth, grabbing a hand around the back of her neck.

Needing her closer than he could get her, he crushed her mouth in a grueling kiss even as she continued riding his sensitive dick.

“Lucia,” Capone grunted and gave her a series of plowing thrusts. When he heard her breath pause, he watched her face as she froze under him and came with her lips open with soundless cries.

He didn’t let up.

Couldn’t stop.

Needing his own was secondary to watching how Lucia shattered under him, clinging with her lips and teeth now pressed into his shoulder. He gained leverage, shoving as hard as possible. Lucia bucked and grabbed him, her nails digging in deep. Jesus, he loved the pain she gave him.

The delicious feel of Lucia clutching to him brought Capone to his finish in a brutal eruption of pleasure. It went on until he thought the orgasm might break his back in half.

Only the sound of Lucia panting brought reality to his foggy brain, she was heavily sated, smiling to herself. Capone dropped a kiss on her lips and then another. “My sweet little fuck.”

Fuck, she loved that when her inner pussy walls shuddered and nearly renewed his dick in record time.

He meant it. She was his.

Not because they’d fucked. Though, it was because of that too. They’d been coming to this day for a long time. Sometimes it felt like a speeding train, unable to stop. But she’d always felt like she belonged to him.

Lucia trumped all his guilt. That was the truth.

Capone didn’t know if he could live with himself in the long run, but he also knew he couldn’t let her go again.

“Capone.” She murmured by his ear, and he looked down at her. Hesitant, with her beautiful smile, as if she expected him to kick her out of his bed.

He had a shitload to make up for how he’d treated her.

Smiling at her, she relaxed, winding her arms around his neck.

“Love the way you took my solid fuck, nena.”

Without a pause, “I’d take any fucks you have to give me.”

This woman flayed him alive.

He groaned into her neck, smelling them both on her skin. A caveman part of his psyche wanted her stinking of him all the time. He’d love the job of keeping her smelling of their sex.

“You okay?”

“Never better.” She purred.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Hmm. A little.” Capone frowned, and Lucia chuckled, nuzzling his face. “I liked it, don’t worry. It’s been a while; my vagina was shocked awake.”

A groan boiled out of him. That did it. His dick was erect again.

It killed Capone to slip out of her body and hop off the bed. She was splayed out like his queen.

“I’m gonna deal with this condom, don’t you move, got it? We are far from done.”

With a smile as seductive as her sinner’s body, Lucia rolled to her elbow, watching him as hungry as he felt. “Oh yeah? You better hurry back then.”

He fucking hurried.

And then he fucked her again.

And again.

And again.

He ate her like a dying man at the altar of a Goddess and made her cry for him.

His sweet little fuck took him down and made him into a new man.

In the dark hours, until the sun rose into the sky, he was inside her body, worshipping her, unable to make up for the lost time.

But oh, he tried. Dios.

He fucked them into oblivion, desperately trying to reverse the time where Lucia had always belonged to him.