The Informant

Chapter Three

After Julian I hadn't much minded them, I'd thought my body as a warrior. It'd gone through something so beyond amazing. And I would flaunt them to Logan, thinking he'd thought the same. Until he'd told me my ass looked like cottage cheese and my breast looked like cow utters.

I'd cried myself to sleep and never got undressed in front of him again.

"You okay, bellisima." Dante asked.

Shît, Mia. Stop thinking about Logan's hooker loving ass and get your head in the game.

"Yeah, I'm great. Sorry, I spaced out there for a second." I said, taking a good look at our surroundings for the first time. "Actually, I'm just around the corner here."

"Really? I just live across the street." He pointed at the more classier complex across from mine.

"Wow, it truly is a small world."

"Sì, now I can stalk you without being too creepy, yes?"

We both let out loud bellows.

"Wanna come up for coffee or something?" I asked, hitching a thumb to my building.

"Sì." He said, a small smirk playing on his lips. That smirk was like the tip of the iceberg being torched, causing the wet heat between my legs to flow freely.

Once I'd paid Hattie, the babysitter and let her out I'd had Dante up against the door. Our lips smashed together, tongues mingling. Yes, friends with benefits would be perfect. Even just friends who kiss would be amazing.

I hadn't thrown him off kilter, his lips were hard and demanding. My hands roamed his hair, tugging his short, soft strands to let him know I was ready. I wouldn't need further foreplay, all night had been secret foreplay for me. He'd been working me up to this point, probably without even knowing.

I backed away for air, and to tug him to my room, Julian was a deep sleeper, so I wasn't much worried about waking him. But, I was sure I'd politely kick Dante out after our hopefully awesome roll in the sheets. That's the last thing Julian needed to see, some stranger leaving early in the morning. Even if he'd never remember.

Dante followed quickly behind, and I hoped he was just as eager as I was. I shut my bedroom door softly, just in case. He flipped me around, pushing me up against the door, lifting my leg to hold at his waist as he ground his erection in the aching part of my anatomy. Heat flushed my entire body. God, I want him in my mouth.

"You clean?" I asked, breathily.

He nodded in return before I dropped to my knees, and quickly fumbled with his belt buckle. I was so unbelievably nervous, and needy. My mouth literally watered at the thought of him inside my mouth, I wanted to taste all of him.

I successfully unbuttoned him and let his côck spring free from his jeans. Nope, he wasn't small.

A bead of cum sprout from the head of his côck and I flicked my tongue out to taste. He groaned, and lightly threw his head back, murmuring softly in Italian. I pushed the rest of him inside my mouth, going as far as I could, I didn't have a gag reflex, but even then I couldn't get all of him in.

He tangled his hands in my hair, helping himself fûck my mouth. In and out, in and out, in and out. He pushed my head back easily, freeing himself from my hot mouth and helped me from my knees, then picked me up effortlessly and lightly threw me on the bed. Stripping from his clothes as he stalked towards me, a smirk playing on his lips.

He flipped me over and unzipped the back of my dress then flipped me onto my back once again to shimmy me out of the restricting material. He went for my panties, ripping them from me and lowered himself to my sopping wet pûssy to return the favor. His tongue was relentless on my clit, suckling and nibbling the small bundle of nerves. I was surprised, I hadn't once thought of my Caesarean Section scar just above my pubic bone. But, he hadn't seemed to notice in all the sexual frenzy, or at least hadn't stopped to get a closer look.

His large hands traveled up my body as I ground my cûnt harder into his face. Loving the slow sweet torture he was providing. He reached my breast and palmed them, the thought of him seeing them quickly made the pleasure that was building in the pit of my stomach disappear. It left me nervous, and scared. I was running through scenario after scenario trying to find something, anything to get his attention off my breast without being too obvious.

So I sat up, a smirk on my face and pushed him on to his back and straddled him.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Jeans." He said, and I hopped off the bed quickly looking in his pockets to retrieve the foil packet.

I rolled the latex down his length before straddling him once again. His hands held my hips, guiding me lower onto him. Sharp stabs of pain shot through me as my body tried to accommodate him, stretching around his côck.

He hissed, "So fûcking tight."

He thrust his hips up, pushing deeper into me as a loud moan slipped past my lips. I continued to ride him as he thrust his hips upward to meet my ever bounce down onto him. I wouldn't last long, it's been too damn long, and never once had it felt this amazing. I bounced on him quicker, picking up the pace as he thumbed my clit.

"I'm... Oh god I'm almost there... Don't... Stop." I pleaded with every thrust. "So... Fûcking... Close. Yes!God, yes!" I moaned as my pûssy clenched around his throbbing côck. He thrust two more times and stilled quickly after as he spilled into the condom.

We laid in a sweaty heap on my bed trying to catch our breaths. "That was magnifico, Mia." He whispered.

I smiled, surprised that the comment had actually pleased me. "Thank you, you weren't half bad yourself." His chuckle shook the bed softly.

"So, just out of curiosity, how does one move to America and acquire a restaurant? What's the story?" I asked, hadn't he said that him and Enzo moved here almost flat broke? I was truly curious as to how he'd saved enough money to open his own restaurant.

"I got a... How you say that? Gig? Sì, I got a gig in a... film. On a few... films, actually and saved every penny."

So, I just slept with a movie star? That's kind of awesome! "Really? What films?" I asked truly intrigued. Maybe I could find a few and watch them.

"They are adult films." He said, with a shrug of his shoulders.

I laughed, and lightly slapped his chest "No really, come on. What are they?"

"I'm serious, bella." Our back and forth went on for a few minutes before he'd finally made me break out my laptop to prove it. I still hadn't believed a word he'd said, until I'd typed into the search engine, 'Dante Deeper' and many videos of him fûcking women had popped up on my Mac screen.

No. Fûcking. Way!
"I just put your fûcking dîck in my mouth!" I screamed.

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Ugh, 5am.
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