Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles #5)(109)

A small shiver took hold of her body. “You know as well as I do that I can’t win against you.”

“Then how about you win if you land a direct hit to my face and I win if I have you on the ground?”

She pursed her lips.

“Come on, Kitty, be brave. Don’t tell me you’re scared of taking my cock in your mouth?”

She jerked out of my hold with a huff. “I’m not.”

Oh, she was. Question was if her traditional upbringing was the root of the problem or her inexperience. Probably both.

Gemma raised her fists. “I’m not,” she insisted again.

I shrugged with a grin. “Then let’s begin.”

She attacked at once. Gemma was quick and almost snuck past my defenses. After a few quick punches against my forearms and sides, she tried a kick to my knees. I toyed with her for a while, riling her up. Soon Gemma’s hair curled wildly around her sweaty face and frustration shone in her eyes.

“I told you I can’t win against you,” she seethed.

She couldn’t. I kicked out her legs. She landed on her back with a gasp.

“I win,” I growled, bending over her. She glared, which made me smile only wider. I took a step back and leaned against the cage, motioning at my groin. “Be my guest.”

Gemma got to her knees then moved closer as if she were facing a tribunal and not my dick. Her eyes held so much hesitation when they flickered to my fucking groin that my horniness went straight out the window. I wanted nothing more than to come in her mouth, but not if she wasn’t ready for it. I’d never been with girls who weren’t a hundred percent into it.

With a growl, I hoisted her to her feet and claimed her mouth for a kiss before I pushed her back against the cage. “Hold on to the fucking cage, Gem.”

She linked her fingers in the holes of the mesh, frowning. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her boxing shorts. Her eyes widened, darting to the door of the dojo. “Trust me, none of my brothers will set foot inside when they know I’m here with you.” I pulled her shorts and panties down.

“You won.” Confusion rang in her voice as she stood half bared in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy as always.

I got down on my knees in front of her. “I know and as the winner, I can decide which prize I’d rather have and I want your pussy.” I gripped her ass cheeks hard, causing her to gasp in surprise. “Hold on tightly. Soon your legs will give way.”

“Even you don’t have reason to be this smug,” she said.

I peered up, finding her watching me, her fingers entangled in the mesh, her teeth digging into her lower lip.

One corner of my mouth turned up and she quickly closed her eyes and tilted her head up. Still too shy to watch me.

“Nah, that’s not going to do it, Kitty. You are going to watch me lick that pussy like a good girl.”

“Savio,” she gritted out, her eyes still closed tightly.

I tightened my fingers around her thighs, growling. “We play this by my rules. I won and you’re going to watch me eat out your pussy or I’ll have to fuck your mouth after all.” It was an empty threat. I wanted Gemma salivating for my dick, and that obviously wasn’t going to happen today.

Her eyes shot open. She obviously believed I was being serious. We really had to work on that. My assholery of the past was obviously still overshadowing the present.

“Good,” I said in a low voice then focused my attention back to that glistening little button screaming for some loving.

I took a deep breath.

“What are you doing?”

I chuckled. “Don’t sound so shocked, Kitty. I’m going to do some very nasty things to you that will drive the rest of the choir girl right out of you.”

She was about to say something, but I swiped my tongue over her clit, silencing her. “So fucking sweet.”

I started licking her, long, lazy licks with the entire length of my tongue as I held her gaze. Her face was bright red, but she never once looked away, and not just because of my earlier words. Even if good girl Gem would never admit it, she loved watching me lick her pussy. I could see it in her lust-filled gaze.

I sucked her clit while I fucked her with two fingers, and finally, Gemma’s legs became slack. I pulled back. “I told you so.”

She glared but didn’t say anything. “Hold on,” I ordered, then hoisted her thighs up on my shoulders, opening her up for me before I dove back in. She moaned, rocking her hips. I loved how she didn’t try to mute her moans. She let me hear just how much she loved me licking her. I licked her harder and faster, diving in deeply with every stroke. She began to quiver and gasp, her body becoming tight as a bowstring a moment before she cried out. Her hips rocked desperately in my hold and I smirked against her heated flesh.

She tried to lower her legs when she stopped shaking, but I held on.

“Oh no, Gem. Hold still, now let me have my reward. This is the best part,” I growled, and as expected, she shivered and more of her lust trickled out. I lapped at her lightly, staying clear of her oversensitive button. Soon the tension left her limbs and she began shifting her hips again, her lips parted.

I watched her closely, not wanting to bring her too close. Inexperienced as she still was, she might come before I could pull back.

With a last lingering kiss, I withdrew and gave her my most arrogant grin. She didn’t even react, too dazed by what just happened. I could see the questions in her eyes, maybe why I’d stopped.