The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (18 page)

“That makes me very happy, Sierra. We have something special between us, and I need to know you are willing to make this work.” I didn’t care if she thought I was baring my soul to her. I just wanted to keep her. Any other woman would have left by now.

“All right,” she said, grinning.

I took her hands in mine and drew her up so our bodies were pressed tightly together, my mouth taking hers in a brutal kiss. This was what I needed. She was my salvation. I wanted her to show me how much she wanted me and she accepted everything I had told her.

“
Dio
,
cara mia
. I want you so much. It killed me when my uncle blurted my past out like that in front of you and in front of my daughter.”
Shit, I had to go explain it all to Lorena. She must hate me.
The only thing comforting me was knowing Riccardo was with her and he would explain the situation. “I thought I had lost you and you would have hated me. I fucking ache to be inside you again,” I breathed out against her lips.

She put her lips to my ear, breathing heavily. “Then show me.”

“Strip,” I commanded her.

“What? Sebastiano, we are in church, for God’s sake, standing in front of the altar.” She looked at me with her hands on her hips. My little spitfire answered me back. After what she just witnessed, she still answered me back. Even knowing what I was capable of, she still tested the waters. I smirked at her and as I looked around at my surroundings, an idea came to my mind.

“Strip and get up on the altar, Sierra.” She made a move to answer me back again, but I silenced her with a stern look. “But leave your fishnets and bra on.”
I moved the candles away from the centre of the altar and off to the side, so she had more room to lie down on her back.

“Are you serious? You want to…to fuck me? Here, on the altar?”

“Nah, baby, I’m going to do more than fuck you,” I promised her.

“But this is crazy. Anyone can walk in at any minute, Sebastiano,” she pleaded with me. “We can’t.”

“I like the idea of being caught, Sierra, don’t you?” I teased her, caressing the skin of her silky cheek. “And really, who is going to tell Don Sebastiano to stop and get the fuck out?”

“I’m scared.” She gave me eye contact and I knew she didn’t mean she was scared of
me
, but scared of being caught having sex in a church. She trusted me. I watched her as she stripped and climbed onto the altar behind me, still wearing her fishnets and bra.

“Sebastiano, I’m ready,” she whispered. I loved hearing her say my name. The sound of my name on her lips wrapped around my heart and squeezed it.

“Scoot forward so your bottom is on the edge of the altar, sweetness.”

She did as I instructed and immediately tugged me toward her face. I wanted to crawl on top of the altar with her and fuck her straight away. Instead, I cupped her face and kissed her, sucking on her lips with tender abandon.

She clung to me, opening her mouth to accept my exploratory tongue. I stroked and caressed her lips and mouth tenderly. I wanted to savour every moment.

While I kissed her, my fingers methodically worked at the clasps on the back of her satin bra. Unhurried, I released the fastenings, my fingertips brushing every inch of her spine as they moved downward.

My fingers found the smooth skin of her back, and I dug into her flesh as I ground her body against mine. I then softened my touch, gently stroking, coaxing a soft sigh from her throat. I eased her down onto her back.

“You make me forget everything, Sierra. Everything bad I have ever done is totally erased when I am with you like this,” I murmured.

“I am so glad to hear you say that because your kisses alone make me forget to even breathe.”

I smiled and cupped her face in both my hands. I kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her eager lips. She spread her thighs for me and I settled between them.

My hands caressed her fishnet-encased thighs up and down. Then I allowed my mouth to move over her chin to her throat, where I suckled and kissed her sensitive flesh until I thought she’d cry. I picked up a burning candle and brought it closer to her.

“What…what are you going to do with it?” she asked in a panic.

I could see her chest heaving up and down, her legs encircled around my waist. Her nipples were pebbled beneath my heavy gaze. I stared at her and I was totally in awe of her beauty.

“We are just going to have some fun, baby. Are you up to that?”

She nodded.

I then slid down her body to suck her nipple into my mouth.

She gasped, her fingers stealing into my hair. She held me to her breast. Her back arched and she shuddered with pleasure. My hand moved to her free breast and I cupped it gently, caressing the nipple with my thumb.

“Sebastiano,” she murmured. “Sebastiano.”

She squirmed, wriggling her hips from side to side, wanting me to fill her body with mine. My shaft brushed the inside of her thigh, and she cried out. The friction of those fishnets on my dick was incredible.

“Sweetness, do you remember when we played with the ice?

“Yes,”

“You like it when I use the ice on you, right?”

“Yes, I do. Have you got some here?” she asked innocently.

“No, baby, we got some heat instead. Look.” I angled my head to the candles on the altar. “We have the candles.”

Sierra gulped. She was so aroused she would agree to anything I would do to her. She was ready for me.

“So, are you going to use the wax on me, or are you going to let me use it on you?” she asked with a giggle.

I lifted my head and blessed her with a gentle smile, and then I shifted to take her other breast into my mouth. I sucked hard then rubbed my tongue against her budded nipple, sucking it hard again. I rubbed and sucked until she quivered beneath me. The throbbing ache in my groin was becoming unbearable, and I had barely even touched her yet.

“I want to touch you. Let me, please,” she cried desperately. She reached for me then, her hand grazing over the swell of my budding erection.

“Not yet, baby. I want you too much right now, and I won’t last if you touch me.”

With understanding, she stopped stroking me and laid her hands on the planes of my chest instead. “What you do to me,
cara mia
…” I murmured.

My hands slid over her rib cage and I moved down her body, trailing tender kisses down the centre of her belly. I made love to her navel with my tongue until I thought she’d explode. Sliding farther down, I shifted until my face was even with her pussy. I felt her thighs tremble with anticipation. I could smell her sex and feel the heat coming from it. She was so hot. So wet.

“You want some wax on this pussy, Sierra?”

“Please. Hurry up and touch me.”

“Shhh. Don’t rush me, sweetness.”

I lowered my head and kissed the inner surface of her thigh. She gasped, and I saw the lips of her pussy clenching. I took one of the candles off the altar and lined up the hot wax with her smooth pussy lips. Her sharp intake of breath at the sight of the wax in the place she wanted it made me pause. She wanted it, but I wasn’t going to give her it just yet.
“How about we try it here first, Sierra?” I asked, hovering the candle over her navel. From an arm’s length, I poured some of the hot liquid onto her stomach in tiny swirls, careful not to burn her skin.

She screamed and moaned with pleasure.

I kissed her navel.

I then poured more swirls around her tight nipples.

She writhed with pleasure.

I rubbed the crucifix from the rosary beads on one nipple while I sucked the other one, hard.

“Oh, shit, it burns, Sebastiano, but it feels so good. You’re driving me crazy.”

I chuckled. It was so good to laugh. I was happy for a change. I kissed a trail down the inside of her thigh, licking inside the holes of her fishnets. Fuck, those things turned me on. “I want to taste you.”

Her body clenched at my words. My thumb worked its way through the fishnet holes, not caring if they ripped. I rubbed over the tight bundle of nerves on her clit asher breath came out in an excited huff. “Yes. There. Touch me there.”

She couldn’t wait. She was desperate for my tongue against her clit, and I wanted to taste her. I wanted her writhing against my lips. I spread her pussy lips apart and ripped a few holes in the process.

“Please, hurry,” she told me. “Use some wax on it. I want to feel what it’s like!”

Oh, fuck yeah! She sure knew how to feed my kinky side.

“Look at this pretty pussy. It’s so wet and all for me. You want wax, baby? I’ll give you some while you come on my tongue.”

At the first trickle of the hot wax on her pussy, she thrashed and panted with excitement. I ran my finger over her clit, flicking it and licking it with my tongue.

Her back arched in response to the heat of the wax. Once it cooled, I peeled it off and suckled the tender spots left by the heat. She was squirming and begging me to hurry up. I wanted to be inside her. Filling her. Pounding into her.

“Rub the rosary beads on your breasts, baby,” I told her. My hands skimmed her thighs, the backs of her knees, calves, and ankles, still encased in the fishnets. I spread her legs wide, noticing she wore no underwear. I hooked my fingers into the holes in the crotch of her fishnets and ripped them wide open, fully exposing her swollen and wet pussy to my eyes.

She was waxed to perfection, all part of the makeovers Lorena took her to. I drew one exposed and swollen lip into my mouth, sucking until she went crazy. I slid my tongue over her slick folds, causing her to buck her hips, grinding her sex into my face.

I suckled my way to her mound. My tongue brushed the hood of skin that covering her clit and she cried out incoherently. I pulled out my silver rosary beads from my pocket, the one with the tassel she loved so much, and I swirled the tassel along her pussy lips.

Scraping my goatee along her inner thighs, I continued to use the tassel on her clit. Pushing her thighs even further apart, I licked her tender arsehole, plunging my tongue inside her puckered orifice and then sliding it up to bury it in her throbbing pussy.

“Ahh…God, Sebastiano!” she screamed, pulling on my hair.

I felt her shudder as I fucked her with my tongue, thrusting into her as deep as possible then withdrawing and thrusting inside her again. I kept flicking, teasing her clit with the rosary tassel and sliding the tip of my finger in her arse. I replaced my tongue on her pussy with two fingers on the same hand. She was about to combust; I felt her on the verge of orgasm, straining against my hand as I sunk my fingers deeper inside her, rotating them and spreading her wide. Just as she was about to come, I removed the tassels and sucked her clit into my mouth.

She exploded. I could feel every ripple of her orgasm on my tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed as I sucked her clit, my tongue stroking her swollen flesh, while my fingers were still inside her constricting pussy and tight arsehole.

I pulled away from her so I could quickly dispense with my pants. I climbed onto the altar, moving up her body until I was inches from her face. I guided myself into her, beginning with shallow strokes as I wet my cock with her juices and, as always, let her get accustomed to my girth.

Finally possessing her, she let out a loud sigh, arching her back and taking me even deeper. Fuck, she made me feel complete.

“If I could choose a way to die, this would be it, buried deep in your pussy, baby.”

I watched her closely as I pulled back slowly and thrust forward again. Once I found our rhythm, I kissed her neck while I brushed my hands over her skin, rubbing and pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I wanted to drive her insane by working every erogenous zone on her body as I fucked her.

She closed her eyes, allowing me to take complete control.

“I need to come now, Sierra. I can’t wait any longer, sweetness,” I gasped.

“Yes, come inside me. Do it,” she begged.

Damn, I loved it when she begged. It was as if something inside me snapped. I fucked her hard, like an animal, driving my thick cock into her body.

“Yes, Sebastiano!” she cried out. “Fuck me hard.”

“I want you to hurt me, baby,” I countered.

Sierra dug her nails into my chest.

“Baby, wait, let me pull out,” I groaned, as I pulled out.

She then took hold of the candle and dribbled some onto my shoulders, some of it landing on her chest, which she then rubbed against mine. I shuddered. Sierra looked up into my eyes and mischievously held the candle over my cock.

“You ready?” she asked me, squeezing my erection. Was I ready? Fuck, I was so ready my head was spinning. The monster in me wanted that hot wax to burn and hurt me. I was filled with intense need and lust.

I pushed into her hand and she deliberately squeezed my cock harder, deliberately hurting me. I was beyond pain now. I welcomed the pain and I wanted her to do it, to punish me for my sins and wrong doings.

“Do it, baby. Do it!” I rasped.

Sierra held onto my length and I braced myself for what was to come. My cock was standing so fucking stiff and at the first touch of the hot, molten wax on the tip of my shaft, I was in ecstasy. “Fuck yeah,” I growled.

Her eyes never left mine. They were almost manic from her intense arousal and power over me. Sierra then grabbed onto my nipple, twisting it viciously and smearing it with some wax. God, that felt good. I lowered my head to kiss her. She bit my lip, trying to draw blood. I wanted her to hurt me, to make me forget the pain of my past. I didn’t resist her cruelty, and I rose up on my knees, peeling the wax of my cock, so I could fuck her hard.

“I am going to make you come so hard, sweetness, you ready? Look at me and don’t take your eyes off mine.” She stared at me, lost in my intense gaze.
My heart thudded hard in my chest. What the fuck was this feeling I had with her? I felt a connection to Sierra. It was just fucking, right? Who was I kidding, it was a deep feeling I was experiencing. It wasn’t just sex.

A spasm gripped my body. I felt her pussy contract on my dick, sending her body into convulsions. Oh, God, never had I come like that before. So intense. So full of emotion.