Page 26 of Bulletproof Baby

Lia smiles, ignoring the suggestive nature behind my reply. She's busying herself in the kitchen, hips swaying in the teal dress that hugs her curves, and it doesn't look comfortable. I can't have that. I push myself off the couch as she stands in front of an assortment of dishes she pulled out from her cabinets.

When she realizes I'm standing right behind her, she grips the edge of the counter. "What do you get out of this, Valentino?"

There's a slight tremble to her tone.

My answer is simple. "You."

"Someone like you doesn't just want someone like me," she counters, shaking her head. "I'm not some pawn to use against Saul. I'm in the middle of this and I'm scared that someone I love is going to get hurt. No one just decides to protect me."

I spin her to face me, her eyes wet with tears yet to fall. "You're right. I don't just want you. I want your trust. I want you to give me a chance that you've obviously never given any other man."

"The conqueror," she whispers.

Yes, I am.

I lower my mouth, kissing her gently before pulling back. I tell her, "There was no one before me and I'm determined to make sure no one comes after me."

To cement my stance, my hands reach around to her ass, cupping two healthy handfuls under her dress with my mouth capturing hers once again. Her delicate moans coupled with her hands gripping my waist encourage me to continue. I pull her closer to me, into my body to feel those magical tits against me.

"Take this off." Her request comes with impatience as she tugs my shirt.

I step back with blood pumping straight to my cock as I undress. She wriggles out of her dress, revealing a strapless lace bra and matching lace shorts that cut across her hips just enough to have her ass cheeks hang from the bottom.

"Fuck you're sexy," I groan, moving back toward her as our kiss picks back up. Passion and hunger for her, to feel her; it turns off all logic, allowing my primitive desires to push for more.

I pull her away from the kitchen, moving through her home and into her bedroom where I push her onto the bed. I kneel at the edge of it after sliding her panties off to reveal that tender nub I've missed ever since I tasted it.

The moment my tongue slips between her slick folds, I feel her fingertips graze my scalp. It draws a moan out of me. I whisper, "Harder."

"What?" she pants.

"Use your nails, harder, Lia," I tell her.

She drags her nails across my scalp and forces me to push my face deeper against her pussy. I suck harder and she pulls my hair tighter. I let my teeth graze the inside of her lips before jamming my tongue inside her walls. She whimpers and grinds her hips against my face, her climax running down my mouth.

My cock is throbbing and ready. I can't hold back anymore as I stand to take my pants and boxers off. They drop to my ankles as I pull her by her thighs to the edge of the bed. The tip of my cock nudges at her opening, pushing inside of her walls with such force, she gasps once I'm seated to the hilt.

"Fuck." Lia winces with her eyes closed.

"Slap me," I tell her as I begin to stroke in and out of her.

Lia stares at me with apprehension before she concedes to my request. However, it's timid.

"Fucking slap me, Lia, harder," I command her through clenching teeth.

This time, she cocks her hand back and strikes me across the face. It splits my lower lip. The salty tin taste of an open wound does something primal to me. I pump in and out of her harder, faster. She gets wetter with every stroke, getting into it. I pull her bra down, leaning over her breasts to taste her nipples.

I suck on one hard, forcing her to grab me by the hair to pull me back. "Fuck, Val."

"Too much?" I grin, arrogant and feeling the wetness coating every inch of my cock.

"Just a surprise," she relents, relaxes, but I don't ease up.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask her, stopping mid-stroke.

"No, don't stop."

Every stroke after that comes with wild abandon. The tightness of her pussy wrapping around my cock, molding perfectly to me, threatens to make me come before I'm ready. I have to pull out to give myself a minute to regain control.