Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

V incenzo

Jenna slept away most of the afternoon and I decided to let her. I'd been pretty rough with her, but she'd come so hard for me because of it.

In fact, I could still taste her arousal on my tongue. That sweet little pussy of hers was the most delicious thing I'd ever put in my mouth, and I couldn't wait to do it again.

She needed her rest, though, and I would give her that.

I was down in the kitchen when I heard the sound of her bare feet padding along the carpet runner. I turned, seeing that she was wearing the pretty light blue sundress again.

She looked ravishing. I liked her in it. Her eyes were bright, and she was put together like nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. Not a single hair on her head was out of place.

Who would have thought she was writhing under my tongue and coming for me over and over again until she was sobbing for mercy just a few hours ago.

I smiled at the thought.

In fact, the only thing I noticed was that her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Jenna," I said, my voice soft but no less commanding. "Are you ready to make some gnocchi?"

It would be dinnertime in a little while and I bet I'd made her work up an appetite.

Let no one say that I wasn't the type of man that took care of his woman.

She nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from me. "Yeah, I'm ready."

I pushed off the counter and walked toward her, each step measured and deliberate. As I got closer, I could feel the heat radiating off her. I stopped just inches away, locking eyes with her, the intensity of the moment making her breath catch in her throat.

I liked that I had that effect on her. It was fucking intoxicating.

"Good," I murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Because I've been looking forward to this all day."

A shiver ran down her spine at my touch, and she bit her lip, clearly trying to keep her composure.

"Me too," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, but it was way huskier than she probably intended.

I smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made her cheeks blush crimson. "Come on then, let's get started."

I took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. She pulled in a shaky breath, and I pulled her toward me, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that quite literally left the two of us panting and wanting. Then I broke the kiss and smacked her ass hard before I disappeared into the pantry, listening to her ragged breath as she tried to get ahold of herself.

I gathered the ingredients we needed and set up a workspace on the kitchen island. I couldn't help but steal glances at her as I did so.

"Come on. Let's prepare the dough first," I said, my own voice just as husky as hers had been.

We worked side by side, our hands brushing occasionally as we prepared the dough, and I guided her through the steps. Fiery sparks tingled up and down my arms every time we touched.

The longer we cooked together, the more I wanted to throw all the ingredients off the counter and fuck her right on top of it, but I controlled myself.

When it came to her, I was insatiable. I swallowed hard, lifted my chin, and ignored the rabid pulse of my dick, focusing instead on the meal I needed to make for her.

She needed to be taken care of right now, not fucked within an inch of her life.

"Just like this," I said, demonstrating how to roll the gnocchi dough into a long, even rope. My hands were strong and sure, and I couldn't help but admire the way she followed my movements with steady concentration.

Every moment I spent with her just made me want more.

She tried to mimic my actions, but her rope came out lumpy and uneven. She frowned, frustration evident on her face, but I just laughed softly, my eyes twinkling with amusement.

She was so fucking cute.

"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it," I reassured her. "Here, let me help."

I moved closer, my chest brushing against her back as I reached around to guide her hands. My breath was warm on her neck, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken against my shoulder. Together, we rolled the dough, my hands over hers, until it was just like mine.

My cock brushed against her ass, and she stilled, but then she arched her back and pressed herself to me.

"See? You're a natural," I murmured, my lips close to her ear.

She turned her head slightly, catching my gaze. "Only because I have the best teacher," she said, her voice soft and teasing. The little minx wiggled her ass against my dick, and she was lucky I didn't bend her right over and slip inside her at that very minute.

But I didn't because I'm a gentleman.

That didn't mean that I didn't enjoy myself, though. I grinned, my eyes darkening with a hint of something more.

"Maybe after dinner, we can make dessert," I said, all while I pressed my cock a bit more firmly between her cheeks.

I wanted to fuck that tight little hole. I would bet good money that it was virginal too.

My cock throbbed at the thought.

"You already had dessert," she sassed, and I leaned back just enough to pop her bottom with a firm, stinging spank. She squealed, moving just out of my reach.

"Sassy girl. Now let's finish these gnocchi before I decide to take you over my knee again," I replied.

"Promises, promises," she said lightly.

"Keep it up, baby girl, and I'll torture that sweet little clit with my tongue all night," I warned her.

"But I'm so sensitive!"

"Then you better be a good girl, shouldn't you?" I chuckled, but I wanted nothing more than to do exactly as I threatened.

I would never tire of the taste of that sweet little pussy. It was like a drug. One hit and I was already hopelessly addicted.

She pouted adorably, and I laughed a little harder, turning back to the gnocchi dough.

Somehow, the two of us managed to concentrate on making dinner. Once we had finished rolling and cutting the gnocchi, we moved on. It was time to prepare the sauce. I guided her through the process, explaining each step as we went.

"First, we start with the tomatoes," I said, handing her a fresh ripe tomato. "We need to blanch them to remove the skins."

She watched intently as I demonstrated, and then she took over, her movements growing more confident with each task. The kitchen filled with the rich aroma of garlic sautéing in olive oil, mingling with the scent of fresh basil. Jenna stirred the sauce every few minutes with a look of intent focus all over her face.

It was ridiculously cute.

It only made me want to fuck her more.

"You're doing great," I praised her, standing close beside her. "Just keep stirring, and we'll add the gnocchi in a minute."

As the sauce simmered, I brought a pot of water to a boil for the gnocchi. "Okay, the water's ready. Let's cook these little pillows of heaven."

We carefully dropped the gnocchi into the boiling water, watching as they floated to the surface before too long went by.

"That's when you know they're done," I explained. "They'll rise to the top, light and fluffy."

"I can't wait to eat these. I'm so hungry," she quipped, and I traced my fingers down her spine, pulling her in for a quick kiss before I turned back to the food.

Once the gnocchi were cooked, we transferred them to the sauce, gently tossing them to coat every piece with the rich, tangy mixture. I took a wooden spoon and scooped up a few gnocchi, before I pressed it to her lips. Her gaze was hot as she stared into my eyes. She opened her mouth suggestively and I couldn't help but groan with arousal.

Jenna took a taste, her eyes widening with delight.

"Oh, my god, Vincenzo, this is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it. Now let's plate this up and enjoy," I replied with a smile.

I served the two of us generous portions and slid a plate in front of her. Sitting next to her, I watched as she took her first full bite, her expression one of pure bliss.

The only thing better was watching the look on her face when she came undone beneath me.

"This is even more delicious than I remembered," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

I took a bite as well, savoring the familiar flavors.

I watched Jenna as she took the last bite of her gnocchi, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. Her hazel eyes met mine and her cheeks pinkened the slightest bit.

She was so fucking beautiful.

"What?" she asked, her blush turning crimson.

"How about we spend some time out by the pool?" I suggested, my voice casual but filled with underlying intent.

Jenna's eyes lit up and she nodded. "That sounds nice. It's such a beautiful night."

We cleared the table together. Once we were done, I led the way to the pool, the evening air warm and inviting, but I paid it no mind.

I only had eyes for her.

The pool area was illuminated with a soft blue that made the water glow. I watched Jenna as she settled into a lounge chair, her skin glowing in the ambient light. I took a seat beside her, the sound of the water lapping against the pool's edge creating a soothing rhythm in the warm summer breeze.

"You know, you're pretty good in the kitchen," she teased, her tone light, but I watched her. Her thighs slid against one another, and her fingers lightly brushed the top of them.

Was she feeling needy already?

I grinned, leaning closer. "I just like cooking for people who appreciate good food."

She blushed, her eyes dropping to her hands for a moment before they turned back to mine. "Well, you certainly succeeded tonight. Those gnocchi were amazing."

"Good to know my efforts are appreciated," I replied, my voice lowering slightly. "But cooking isn't the only thing I'm good at."

Jenna's blush deepened, and she met my gaze, a challenge in her eyes. "Oh, really? What else are you good at, Vincenzo?"

She was teasing me. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get fucked again.

I leaned even closer, my eyes locking onto hers. "Many things, Jenna. But I think you already know that," I added, my voice lowering with dark intent.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. She leaned into my touch and my cock hardened into iron steel.

"You're mine, Jenna," I whispered, my voice firm and possessive. She shivered at my words, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes, sir," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, the sass in her tone unmistakable.

I felt a surge of desire at her response, the heat in my eyes mirrored in hers. "Come here," I commanded softly, my hand slipping behind her neck to pull her closer.

She moved toward me willingly, her breath hitching as our faces drew near. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"I want you, Jenna. All of you."

I grasped her chin and gently turned her to face me. I brought my lips toward hers and kissed her. I felt her melt against me, her body responding to my touch with a hunger that matched my own.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I pressed my forehead against hers.

"Stand up and take off your dress," I commanded.

She started, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes and stare into them with disbelief and shock in her own. Her eyes darted around my backyard, looking to see if anyone was watching.

There wasn't anyone who could see. My backyard was exceedingly private. No one would lay eyes on her naked body but me.

Ever again.

"Are you serious?"

I gave her a stern look.

"Jenna, I don't say things I don't mean."

Her lips parted, but she didn't speak. I held her gaze, my expression hardening.

"If I need to take you inside and take off my belt, I can certainly do that, baby girl," I warned, meaning every word.

"No, I can do it!" she protested. "Please don't punish me."

She scrambled to her feet, her fingers fumbling with the straps of her dress. She pushed the straps off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the ground.

Fuck. Me.

Her body was bare beneath it and the soft lighting of my backyard cast delicious shadows across her lean form.

She was utterly breathtaking.

For a moment, I just feasted on her beautiful face. Her long wavy brown hair shimmered in the soft lighting of the pool. Her hazel eyes reflected the gentle light, making them sparkle like jewels. The soft contours of her cheeks were highlighted with a permanent blush, and her full lips were swollen and pink.

So very kissable…

Then I let my gaze rove down the rest of her.

Her body was slim, her skin smooth and flawless. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hardening under my gaze. Her stomach was flat and toned, and her hips were curved just enough to be feminine. Her legs were long and lean and perfectly toned and between them, the pink petals of her pussy were still glistening with her arousal.

She was perfect.

And she was all mine .

I stood up, and her eyes widened as I stripped out of my own clothes and moved toward her. My hands found her hips, pulling her close against me, and she moaned softly.

My mouth found hers, my tongue demanding entry, and she complied, opening herself to me. My arms wound around her waist, and I lifted her off the ground and carried her into the pool. Taking one step at a time, I held her close.

We sank beneath the surface, the cool water enveloping us, and her arms wrapped around my neck. I kissed her hungrily, my hands exploring her body, claiming her with my touch. Our bodies pressed against one another, the heat burning between us.

When we finally surfaced, we were both gasping for air, our eyes locked on each other.

I pressed my lips to hers once more, kissing her fiercely. My hands slid down her body, grasping her ass and lifting her up.

"Put your legs around my waist, baby girl," I ordered.

She obeyed, her legs wrapping around me, and the feeling of her wet body pressed against mine was intoxicating. I groaned as her pussy slid along the length of my cock, the friction making me painfully hard, and she smirked at the sound.

As punishment, I pressed her firmly against the wall of the pool and squeezed her ass with my fingers. She whimpered, but I swallowed her sounds with another searing kiss.

My tongue swept against hers and then explored her mouth. She tasted so fucking sweet.

My hands drifted from her ass to the small of her back, and then lower still, my fingers slipping between her cheeks and finding her tight hole. She gasped, arching against me and I grinned hungrily.

One day, I'd fuck her there. She'd moan and cry and scream as I did so, but I knew she would come hard for me when I did.

I grazed my fingers over her asshole while I pumped my hips back and forth, slowly teasing her needy little pussy. It didn't take long before she was moaning into my mouth, her body trembling with anticipation.

I needed to be inside her.

I didn't waste any more time.

I reached between our bodies and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her entrance. She cried out as I entered her, her tight channel gripping me like a vise. Her pussy was so wet that I pressed inside her with ease. I thrust into her, my movements slow and measured at first, letting her adjust to my size, but only barely.

I was big, but she would take it.

She moaned, her body trembling as I fucked her, the water splashing around us.

"That's my girl," I growled, my voice husky with desire.

Her arms tightened around my neck, and she pressed her breasts against me, her nipples rubbing against my chest. I wound my left arm around her waist while my right hand played with her breast, taking her nipple between my fingers, and squeezing it tight enough to force her to arch against me.

My cock pistoned in and out of her, my thrusts becoming more urgent and erratic as the pleasure mounted within me. Her cries echoed around the pool, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clamping down on my cock.

"Please, I'm so sensitive," she begged.

"Good. Come for me," I demanded.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure growing inside me until it was almost too much to bear. Pleasure rushed down to the base of my spine, surging out through my cock and I thrust harder, fucked her deeper and enjoyed the red-hot heat racing through my veins.

I didn't want to stop. I could fuck her all night.

She felt so fucking good.

"Fuck, Jenna," I groaned, my voice low and strained. "You're so fucking tight. Such a good fucking girl taking my cock so well."

Her pussy clamped down around me and I threw my head back and rolled my pelvis, the water splashing around us more than ever.

"Vincenzo!" she cried, her voice breaking as another orgasm ripped through her.

Her legs tightened around my waist, and she buried her face against my neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. Her nails dug into my back, but I didn't care. I'd wear her marks proudly.

She groaned and the sound ripped through me. I thrust harder, losing myself in her. The world fell away, and nothing but the two of us existed. I roared, the sound echoing across the pool as the viselike grip of her pussy drove me crazy.

"Come inside me," she begged.

"Birth control?" I asked, my voice ragged.

"Yes," she gasped. "I have an IUD."

"Fuck, baby girl. I'm going to fill you up," I rasped.

I could feel my balls tighten, the pressure building inside me. My hips bucked forward, and I buried my cock as deep inside her as I could, her tight little cunt milking me for everything I had.

When I finally came, it was like a tidal wave crashing over me. Pleasure rushed through me, and I came hard, my cock throbbing as I spilled inside her. Her pussy rippled and contracted, and the intensity of my climax made the world blur.

All I could feel was her.

She whimpered and shuddered against me, her body racked with pleasure from her own orgasm, and I held her close, kissing her fiercely as the last waves of my orgasm faded.

We clung to each other, our breathing ragged and hearts racing. Finally, I lifted her out of the pool and carried her into the house, our bodies still dripping with water.

I took her straight to the bathroom and set her on her feet. I wrapped her in a towel, drying her off first before I took care of myself. Then I carried her into my bedroom and tucked her into my bed.

"I can sleep in the guest room," she protested.

I shook my head.

"No. You'll sleep with me from now on, baby girl," I told her. She went to open her mouth and say something smart, but I leveled her with a firm look.

"This isn't up to you, Jenna. You'll either lie down and cuddle me like a good girl, or I'm going to spank your bare ass bright red until you beg me to give you another chance," I warned. She stared up at me, her eyes wide, and then she lay down.

Good girl.

I joined her in bed and pulled her against my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

Her body fit perfectly against mine, her warmth enveloping me. I held her close, and as we lay there together, our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Sleep now, baby girl," I whispered.

"Yes, sir."