Page 22 of One Filthy Kiss

I slide my fingers in and out of her until she tries to wrench her hands free from my grip behind her back, then I swap them for my tongue. Her pussy clenches around me. I feel her clit throbbing, and I suck on it until her entire body gives into her orgasm again.

While she’s still in the throes, I rise and lead her back to the couch where I sit down and guide her towards my cock.

“Gio,” she whispers. “I-I’ve never done this before.”

I smile. “Neither have I.” I’ve never met anyone I wanted to fuck on the rooftop of my resort building before.

She flinches, giving the slightest tug on my hand. “No, I mean, I’ve never…”

It takes a couple of beats for understanding to sink in. When it does, I pull her onto my lap and cradle her in my arms.

“Mio angioletto. Your night. I’ll be as gentle with you as you want me to be.” I kiss her tenderly, nibbling on her shoulder, unable to resist her smooth skin even for a moment.

She nods once.

Then her warm hand closes around my cock, and she lowers her head until I stop her, tilting her chin towards me.

I feel like a teenager whose balls are fit to burst. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to fill her up with my cum and watch it oozing out from between her legs.

“No, bella. This is your night, not mine. Sit on me.”

Like a dancing partner, I guide her hips over mine until her dripping wet pussy is teasing the head. I rub it between her legs.

“Let me in, Meggie.”

She smiles. Gripping me firmly, she lowers herself onto me and gasps.

She’s tighter than I anticipated. Her pussy sucks me in, warm and wet, and it feels like coming home. Like this is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. Like this is what I’ve been missing without even realizing it.

“I’ve got you, bella. Slowly. Good girl.”

It feels like hitting a wall inside her and I sit forward, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her gently. Her nipples brush my chest, and my cock reflexively throbs.

“Now, close your eyes and kiss me, Meggie, and it won’t hurt so much.”

She does as she is told. When our tongues meet, I grip her hair and hold her tightly, easing my cock through the barrier. Once I’m through, I thrust my hips, slowly to begin with, savoring her wetness dripping onto my balls as I push myself in all the way.

It is like watching a rare blossom spread its petals in the midday sun. Meggie seems to have come alive. She opens up for me, wraps her arms around my neck and smothers me with demanding kisses, her hips picking up the momentum and riding with it.

She doesn’t let me go.

Eyes closed, Meggie tilts my head over the back of the couch and fills my mouth with her tongue, and she fucks me until my own orgasm explodes inside her.

“Bellissimo fiore,” I breathe into her ear. “My beautiful flower.”

While Meggie sleeps on the couch on the rooftop, a blanket thrown over her, I track down her stepfather on my tablet. He appears to have disappeared around the time of her mom’s death. But everyone knows that beetles don’t vanish into thin air; they bury themselves underground and cover themselves with dirt, making it difficult for their enemies to hunt them down. Then they resurface when they think the danger has passed them by.

Steve Barone.

I find old photographs of him online. Seems the guy has a history of preying on vulnerable women, the slimy fucking coward. The more I read about him, the easier it will be to snap his neck with my bare hands and walk away with my head held high. The world will be a better place without parasites like him.

I’m about to close the search engine and press my body up against Meggie’s when an old photograph catches my attention. The caption shows the date the picture was taken as 2009. A year before my parents were killed.

The year my world was turned upside down.

There is before and after, and this photograph is before.

Steve Barone wears a cheap suit that does nothing to hide his spreading paunch, a fake smile on his face as he shakes hands with an important official. It is a charity event. Not that I believe Meggie’s stepfather has a charitable bone in his body. He would’ve been there for one reason only: his own personal gain.