Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles #5)(112)

She raised her eyebrows, but she got my hint. She began licking my tip as if it was a cherry popsicle. My breathing deepened as I watched her pink tongue dart out circling, tasting, discovering, and then finally she closed her mouth around the head and sucked.

My balls pulsated in rhythm with the hollowing of her cheeks.

Occasionally her teeth still scraped my cock but only briefly and it added to my pleasure. It took considerable effort not to fuck her mouth like I wanted to. She had trouble as it was staying in sync with my slight upward thrusts, but fuck, none of that mattered, because the sight of Gemma’s gorgeous mouth sucking my cock was the hottest thing I could imagine.

Soon I was at my tipping point.

“Swallow for me, Kitty,” I growled.

I loosened my hold on her neck to give her the chance to pull back if she wanted, even if it was the last thing I wanted. Gemma kept sucking, her fingers tightening around my base. “Fuck.”

My hips moved faster, seeking her hot mouth, my tip brushing the back of her throat and then my balls clenched and cum spurted out of my cock. I couldn’t stop looking at Gemma’s lips around my dick. I held onto her neck as I slid almost all the way out only to push back in. Gemma swallowed around me, not meeting my eyes. Slowly I pulled out of her and she swallowed again, her cheeks bright red. “Gem,” I rasped when I had my voice back.

I reached down, gripped her by the hips and hoisted her on my stomach so she straddled me. Nudging her chin up, I searched her eyes. “What’s the matter? Don’t like the taste?” Many girls didn’t, which was why some of them either refused to swallow in general or only when I used a condom.

But her expression didn’t reflect disgust. She looked guilty and ashamed. Sitting up, I cupped her cheek. “Don’t tell me this is some traditional shit, Gem.”

Gemma could be tough as steel, but inside, she was soft as warm butter. I brushed a kiss over her ear, realizing that bashing her upbringing and with it, her nonna and dad wouldn’t make her feel better. “I eat your pussy all the time, and I love it. I lap up your juices. Fuck, I practically devour you, and I don’t feel a fucking sliver of guilt or shame over it, so if you think sucking my cock is sin or some kind of other bullshit then stop. If you ask me, giving each other pleasure can’t be sin.” Then I paused. “And if this is about you not liking sucking my dick, then we’ll figure something out. Is it the sin thing?”

“Yeah,” she admitted.

“Thank the fucking Lord,” I pressed out.

She rolled her eyes with a small laugh then she became serious once more. “I just worried that it would make you respect me less.”

I scoffed. “You sucking me dry won’t make me respect you less, trust me. Or do you respect me less when I lick your pussy?”

“That’s different, you’re a man.”

I pulled her face close. “I respect you more than any other woman, and that won’t change, Gem. You can kick ass, bake like a top chef and now all that’s missing is you giving me head like a fucking goddess and I’ll build you an altar and worship you.”

“You’re such an idiot!” she gasped out, but she leaned into me and softened. “How was I?”

I pulled back. “Now you want praise or honest criticism?”

“Honesty.”

“I’d give you a solid B-minus.”

Her eyes widened in indignation. “B-minus?”

“We’ll practice until you’re a straight A-plus, don’t worry.”

She punched my arm. “You’re too full of yourself.”

I leaned back, taking her with me. “You need to ride me into shape.” Lifting my hips, I dug my still hard cock into her butt cheeks.

I helped Gemma out of her clothes then showed her just how much I respected her by eating her out before she finally settled on top of me. She looked magnificent straddling my hips. I ran my hands up her abs before I cupped her breasts. For a moment, she stared down at the bull that had a prime view of her beautiful pussy then she began moving her hips, slowly at first, figuring out the best way to give herself pleasure as I lay still and enjoyed the view.

Finally, she settled into a slow, sensual ride that felt like paradise. She met my eyes, biting her lip under my unwavering attention. I started to thrust up into her and grabbed her ass to keep her steady. Gemma had no trouble keeping up with the faster pace. Her stomach flexed with every twist of her hips and the sight alone was enough to bring me to my knees. That woman was perfection, and I’d show her that I knew exactly how much of a lucky bastard I was for having her as my girl.





I couldn’t find my engagement ring anywhere. Usually, I left it on the nightstand with my wedding ring because I couldn’t sleep with jewelry, but now it was gone. It wasn’t as if I loved it for its beauty. Its design had been an affront to my eyes from the first moment I saw it, but it had an emotional value. Mainly I still got angry when I saw it because it didn’t really reflect a declaration of love from Savio, but I’d gotten used to it. We’d been married for almost two months now, so I felt naked without it on my finger.

I was crawling on all fours, checking under the bed when a whistle sounded.

“That ass owns my heart.”

I tossed a glare over my shoulder. “That ass could use your help…” Savio didn’t wait for me to finish. He was behind me, grinding against me, within a blink. He nibbled on my neck while I giggled. “Savio, that’s not what I meant. I need to find my engagement ring. It must have rolled off the nightstand. Help me find it!”