Chapter 17

Eight fucking hours. I have been gone for hours and already I feel like I am coming out of my damn skin. Eight hours of not looking at her right in front of me. Eight hours of not hearing her voice when it sighs and whimpers against me. Eight hours of not touching her skin and licking her sweat from her body.

"It's different, isn't it?" Rocco asks from beside me. I don't need to ask him what he is talking about because I know. I feel it.

"Yeah it is," I tell him to run my hands through my hair. Normally on these assignments we each drive ourselves, but with the heat coming from both ends, Giulia and Aurora want us always with someone else. "How the fuck do you survive it?" I ask him. My body is jacked up with pent up frustration and desire. Hell, even my heart is blasting away.

"You never get used to it. You simply lean into it. Let it give you fuel, and the will to make it home every night." I nod my head because truer words have never been spoken.

We pull into the gate and as soon as he is up his driveway, I hop into my car and take the winding driving path to my place. The car is hardly in park before I am out of it and walking in through the front door.

"Piccola! Where are you angel?" I know she is here because the moment she got back home my phone beeped with the alarm signal letting me know she was back. I walk through the foyer and into the kitchen, checking the backyard before heading straight into the bedroom.

"Fuck." I walk in to her bent over putting on lotion, her body naked and her pussy winking at me from behind. She stands and smiles, her eyes light up happy to see me, but all I can see is that pink gash between her legs. "Don't fucking move, angel. Did you shower when I told you not to?"

"No, I was with the girls all day and…"

"And what, Satine?" I'm growling now because I need her so fucking bad, but her words are also important, and I want her to know that.

"And I wanted to be ready for you and I like how my skin feels when it's freshly motioned, and you rub against me." She blushes and it sinks right into me. How is she still this shy little thing after all she has been through?

"Larabee?" She says my name because I haven't moved or said anything. I am simply taking her in and memorizing every inch of her. I can tell by the catch in her breath that she has missed me as much as I have missed her.

"Bend over the fucking bed Satine, and spread your legs," I command. I should be softer, gentler but I am so fucking hungry for her pussy that I can't be what she needs right now.

"Is everything okay?" she breathes out, even as she is following orders. Her naked body is shiny and slick from the moisturizer, her flawless perfect skin is making my mouth water.

"It will be as soon as I get this nut out." I tell her, unzipping my pants and gripping my cock in my hands. I walk behind her and level her back further down. My hand goes to her head, and I push it onto the bed. "Shit," I grunt before slamming into her. Her ass is at the perfect angle and without making sure she is wet and ready for me; I kick her legs open more and then rut my cock into her as deep and as hard as I can go. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I shout into the room.

"Larabee!" I barely hear her muffled voice. Hell, if I"m honest I am not trying to hear it. I just need to be in her, fucking her so I believe she is real and safe.

"Son of a bitch, angel. This pussy is so fucking tight. It's soaked," I whisper in her ear, leaning over her back. In and out I move, I rut into her, savagely splintering her pussy over and over, her cries of pain and pleasure harmonizing in my head like a symphony.

The wet slapping sounds of my balls hitting her pussy are making me harder the more I hear it. With each push, my hand tightens in her hair and her cunt tries to suck the cum from my cock.

"It's too hard. So deep," she whimpers, but she is still pushing her ass against me.

"It's never too hard. Never too deep," I growl at her, wrenching her head back and turning it so I can suck her lips into my mouth. "It's never too anything, but perfect." Now, Move that ass and fuck me back, baby."

"Okay. Okay. You're everywhere," she keens. I lean back and watch my cock disappear into her pussy over and over. I watch the sticky honey and the creamy salt from both of us, drip and squish between us.

"Damn look at that." I say spreading her ass and looking at the mixture more closely. "Look at how stretched you are around my monster. No matter how much I fuck you this pussy is always going to be snug as fuck." Her pleas get louder, and my movements become more frantic. "You belong to me, Piccola. Say it." Blood is rushing to my head thinking about someone trying to take her from me.

"Yours babe. I'm yours."

"All fucking mine. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me. My cold dead hands will have to pried from around your throat before that happens." Her pussy closes around my cock, fucking making black spots dance behind my eyes. "You like that huh baby? You like knowing your man is willing to die to keep you, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes. I love you." She chants over and over. Her words spark my orgasm. Cursing and spitting, I put my thumb against her clit and rub twice real hard and then she screams, sucking my cum from me, coming with me. "Larabee." She calls out my name before her body starts shaking.

"I'm here, baby. Right there." Pulling out, I lift her limp body and walk into the bedroom. Laying her down slowly, I pull back the sheets and slide underneath with her in my arms. "I love you, angel. I will fight for us until my last breath." She hums and turns into my chest. Her face looks peaceful, and I want to keep it that way.