“Let me take a picture of you,” I say.
“Like this?” Zoe looks down at her near-naked torso, shaking her head and blushing.
“Let me do it,” I say. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Zoe bites her lip, considering. Then she says, “Alright. Tell me what to do.”
If there was any blood left in my head, it all rushes to my groin as soon as she starts taking orders. If there’s one thing I can agree upon with that psychopath Rocco, it’s that there’s no greater rush than having a woman as brilliant and gorgeous as Zoe bent to your will.
The difference is that I want her to do it willingly, gladly. I want her to get off on it just as hard as I do.
“Stand by the window,” I tell her.
The golden evening light streams through the dusty glass. The glass is too thick and bubbled and filthy to worry that anyone could see Zoe from the other side—at most she’d be a shadow moving behind the opaque pane.
The light glows on her skin. It highlights the curves of those phenomenal breasts and the indents of her waist. Her figure is an hourglass inside the boxy male clothing. Her thick, dark hair gives her a wild, untamable look. Yet, I’m taming her. She obeys me as I tell her how to stand, which way to turn.
I use my phone to snap the pictures. With each shutter click, my cock gets stiffer and stiffer.
“Lean back against the window. Lift your arms. Lower the suspenders.”
Zoe obeys, her eyes fixed on me and her cheeks flushed pink. When she drops the suspenders, her nipples have gone dark and pebbled, jutting out from her chest, tightening her breasts.
Tiny bits of dust float in the sunbeams, dancing around her skin.
“Take off your trousers,” I order. “Underwear, too.”
Zoe strips, and so do I. I take a few more pictures of her, naked as Venus and twice as beautiful, framed against the window. Then I drop the phone, crossing the room in three long strides. I lift her up, setting her in the window frame, and I shove my cock inside of her without preamble.
Zoe gasps, biting down hard on my shoulder.
Sliding inside of her is like coming home, every time.
I think I remember how good it feels, and then it surprises me, over and over again.
When I’m fucking her like this, I wonder how we ever do anything else. How do I have the patience to eat or sleep or go to class, when I could be doing this instead?
I press my face against her neck and inhale the scent of her skin. I feel her long legs wrapped around me, and her slender arms around my neck. I kiss her, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper inside of her, groaning out, “I love you, Zoe. I fucking love you.”
I don’t know why I waited this long to tell her. It feels so good to say it. It’s what I meant when I told her I’d set her free from Rocco. I meant that I’d do anything for her.
The real, actual words are more powerful.
When she says them back to me, it thrills me to my core. It makes me feel invincible, god-like.
“I love you, Miles,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “Always you, only you.”
I lift her up from the windowsill, her legs locked behind my thighs, my hands gripping her ass, supporting her. I bounce her on my cock, making her tits bounce on her chest, a sight that is fucking mesmerizing, something I wish I could put on a loop and watch for hours. She’s so gorgeous that it’s impossible to keep control. From the moment I slide inside of her, it’s a battle trying not to nut, making sure that Zoe cums first.
It’s a battle I’ll lose if I keep looking at those gorgeous breasts. I set her down again, flipping her over and bending her across the cushioned arm of the green sofa, gripping my cock at the base and sliding it into her again from behind.
Zoe likes it this way. She likes how hard I can fuck her from behind, especially if I reach around and rub her clit at the same time. I slide my fingers up and down her slit, finding that sensitive little clit and giving it just the right pressure in time with my thrusts. My hips make a smacking sound against her ass. I fuck her harder and harder, knowing she can take it, knowing she fucking loves it.
“Beg me to cum in you,” I growl.
“Cum in me, please!” she gasps.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I need it!”
It sounds like this is for me, but it’s not. It’s for Zoe. I’m giving her permission to ask for what she wants, to beg for it even. And sure enough, as I knew it would, it tips her over the edge. She likes begging and she likes obeying me.
Her pussy locks around my cock as she starts to orgasm, the waves hitting her in time with my thrusts.
I was barely clinging on to my control. As soon as her pussy starts clenching, the dam breaks and I shoot inside of her, hard and hot and fast. The cum pours out of me, an eruption I could no longer hold back even to save my own life.
Nothing in the world has ever felt this good. No deal, no win, no triumph. Zoe is the ultimate prize.
The only thing I want in this moment is to secure her. To make her mine forever.
That Sunday, I call my mom.
I’ve wanted to tell her about Zoe for a while. I was going to wait until I figured out the solution to my problem. But now, as I move into the endgame, I feel something rare and unusual: I want my mom’s advice.
As soon as she picks up, I say, “Mom. I met someone.”
“What kind of someone?” she says. I know she’s trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. She doesn’t want to scare me away.
She doesn’t have to worry. I’m way past a fear of commitment.
“I met the one,” I say without hesitation.
I can almost feel my mom gripping the receiver tight. Yet there’s a long silence on the other end of the line.
“Why do I get the feeling there’s trouble involved,” my mother says.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you never do anything the easy way, Miles. You never want the simple thing. You love the challenge.”
I can hear my mother’s exasperation mixed with something else. Something like understanding. And maybe even pride.
“Yeah? Where do you think I get that from?”
“You’d do better to take after your father instead of me.”
“That isn’t true, Mom,” I say quietly. “I admire you. You know that, don’t you? No one has a fire like you. No one loves harder. No one will go further to get what they want.”
She swallows, her throat making a clicking sound.
“Thank you, baby,” she says. “That means a lot to me. You’re my firstborn, and I’m so fucking proud of you. I sometimes worried that you wouldn’t ever experience what your father and I have. Not everyone does. Not everyone wants to.”
“Where’s the ‘but?’ ” I say.
“No ‘but.’ Just be careful, baby. You’re coming into the real world now. Real stakes. Real consequences. Love makes you desperate. It makes you risk . . . everything.”
“It’s worth it, though. You can’t tell me it isn’t.”
“It’s worth any price. But it’s not always you that pays the price, Miles. Remember that. Remember what happened to your Grandpa Enzo.”
I know the story as well as the people present at that fateful wedding. Leo’s father Sebastian married Yelena Yenina, daughter of a Bratva boss, despite the fact that their families were mortal enemies, engaged in a bloody battle over territory.