If asked in the past, Gianna would have said she had a low sex drive. And she would have believed that she was being completely honest. She enjoyed sex as much as the next woman but she could cope perfectly well without it. But after a few weeks sleeping with Don Bianchi, she knew that to be untrue. If Nico Bianchi were to deny her his dick, Gianna was certain she would do something crazy. Like maybe give an artist the exact dimensions of the shaft and have it 3D printed so that she could at least have a cheap imitation in her when she was feeling horny. Clearly all her past lovers had not been as skilled as the man.
That was the only way to explain why Gianna at two in the morning was whimpering helplessly, ass in the air, hands clutching at the sheets.
"More, more, harder…ah!" Nico was behind her, ramming into her, his cock stretching her so good, and reaching so deep it left her boneless.
His groin slammed against her back side-hard- earning more whimpers from her. When he came she felt him squirt deep within her. Coating her inner walls with streams of come.
He lay on top of her for a moment, getting his breath back, when he pulled out, she cried. Not in disappointment, but in anticipation. She had not come yet, and one thing about Nico, he was not in it just for his own satisfaction, he always made sure she was good too.
"What would you do? If I just rolled over and went to sleep?" He asked, his fingers rubbing lightly at her folds. Gianna whimpered, she was so aroused it hurt, her clit feeling like it was about to burst open.
She let herself fall onto her chest, her head turned to the side. Her hands coming behind her so that she could hold her ass cheeks apart, letting him see what he had done to her. There was a strangled gasp, followed swiftly by cool lips against her burning cunt and it was Gianna's turn to gasp.
Nico pulled back almost immediately, his fingers returning to their spot on her pussy.
"Do not tease me," Gianna panted, wriggling her behind at him, this time Nico gave a tortured groan.
"Gianna, do not tempt me so, are you trying to kill me?"
"Then make me stop," Her tone was more of a plea than a command and Nico finally got to work.
He nudged her legs apart and she complied. Then instead of fingering her like she had expected, she felt his weight shift, the bed dipping as he resettled. She let go of her butt, using her hands so that she was on all fours again. Gianna looked back, brushing a sweaty strand of hair and there he was. Right between her legs, face up, staring up at her glistening pussy.
Goodness. How dare he complain about her trying to kill him when he was staring at her cunt like that.
The bolt of arousal that shot through her was so intense she shivered. Bringing her pussy down and onto his face, she sighed in relief at the first lick of his tongue.
Only to start screaming when he shoved two fingers in, his mouth going over her clit and hanging on for dear life.
She bucked, she cried, she pressed into him, she tried to crawl away. She crawled back, she begged him to stop, she threatened to kill him if he even dared to dream of stopping. Through it all Nico never let go.
He sucked her orgasm out of her. Mouth around her clit, thick fingers stabbing in and out of her. Leaving her raw and wanting, her voice raspy. Her hips having a mind of their own, one that defied her brain's command to go limp, jerking her back and forth…fucking the don of the Bianchi family's face.
He kept licking her even after she came on him. Strong hands holding her in place, her pussy probed by his tongue until he was well and truly satisfied. Only then did he let her go, coming to rest beside her. Pulling her into a sloppy kiss where she could taste both of them on his tongue. He thrust a finger into loose pussy and she moaned, spreading her legs wider. But he did not doing anything more and soon she relaxed around the intrusion. Accepting it as part of herself, as something that tied her to Nico in the most intimate way. Sleep came with them still joined like that.
In the morning, Gianna was alone. She tried her best to wash away the evidence of the night before, but there was no getting rid of the bruises all over her body.
She ran her hands tenderly over the hand shaped bruises in her inner thighs, face heating at the memory of how she had gotten them. Taking a steadying breath, she cleaned herself off quickly before going back to the bedroom.
Once dressed she made her way out. Almost running straight into the driver, Lorenzo.
So far he was the only person outside of Nico that she interacted with. But he had barely ever said a word to her. Preferring to either grunt, point, or shrug his shoulders. It was infuriating how expressive the man was with just those few gestures. On the other hand if she were built like a tank and had muscles that looked like they were made of titanium she would not be much of a talker either.
He nodded at her, and turned to leave, his order clear…follow. So that was what she did, not even getting a chance to glimpse her surroundings as she hurried to keep up with his large strides.
One of the employees passed them in the garage. She nodded at them, but kept up her brisk pace, her focus on wherever she was going. Her gun gripped lightly in her hand. Her suit well made but clearly meant for someone who did a lot of standing and running.
Bodyguard, Gianna thought as the woman nodded to them in greeting before going about her way. Gianna focused on Lorenzo's back, deliberately not turning to get a better look at the woman.
Sure she was sleeping with the don, but so far he had not involved her in the darker side of his life. She was not about to go traipsing into it. Gianna was not the type to let curiosity kill her, so even though she was interested, she kept that to herself.
Getting into the back seat of the car, she pulled out her phone. It booted up quickly, the screen coming alive. The picture of what used to be the store front of her little shop was her screensaver and she quickly swiped it away( it was still a sore spot). She checked to see if there had been any new orders and uploaded pictures of her latest designs, replying to the followers who had asked her questions and liking some of the positive comments. From there she went about deleting the trolls who had nothing better to do that be mean with the internet acting as a protective barrier.
The mundane task was useful not just in helping her get some work done. But in another way. With each tap and swipe, she slowly pulled away from Nico and his world. By the time she reached her apartment, she was no longer, Gianna, the mafia don's lover. She was Gianna, the tailor, the woman who dreamed of one day reopening her shop.