Chapter Seven

When we arrived at the airport on the coast of Sicily, Emiliano led me into one of the four huge black SUVs. It was just Emiliano, me, and the driver. Emiliano asked the driver in Italian to put up the partition and it immediately rose to give us some privacy. I looked out the black windows into the streets of Sicily.

“Hera,”

Emiliano has never said my name before and I jerked my head from the window to his gorgeous face in a split second. I held my breath as I stared at Emiliano. He bit his lower lip and stared at me. Emiliano started leaning towards me and I leaned towards him. I closed my eyes and I could feel Emiliano’s full lips against mine. I gasped, I wasn’t expecting him to really come this close. I could feel his lips turn to a smile and he said,

“I’m spoken for, Hera.”

The sound of my name in his mouth again was enough to make me try to take what was mine by right. I pulled my dress up to my waist to give my legs room to spread open, then jumped on Emiliano’s lap, our faces looking at each other. Emiliano was taken aback. He wasn’t expecting this response. I grabbed his left hand and singled out his ring finger and I started sucking on it. I felt the bulge in his pants get bigger as he let out a light moan.

“I don’t see a ring, Don Emiliano,”

I said as I put his hand on my thigh and reached for his face. Emiliano didn’t resist so I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He tasted of coffee and liquor. I felt Emiliano’s hands grab my bare ass and pull me closer to his erection as he kissed me back.

Now I was taken aback. I was expecting more restraint on his part. I started kissing his neck and unbuckling his pants when he panted out,

“Hera, I’m drunk.”

I looked into his black eyes with my tilted unbothered look then said,

“Good. Less resistance. However-”

My eyes stayed staring into his while my hands were breaking his erection free of the confines of his boxers and he opened his mouth. I continued speaking,

“A powerful Don is not drunk during business. Let’s sober you up.”

I slid down on the floor between Emiliano’s knees and held his bulging dick in my hands. I spit a bit of saliva on the Don’s stiff member to get it wet for my hand to slide up and down while I sucked hard on his tip. He let out a moan and grabbed the back of my hair. I took my hand off his shaft and started caressing his balls while I took his whole member in my mouth all the way down the back of my throat.

Emiliano’s hands held my head down hard while he lifted his hips so more of his dick would fill my mouth and suffocate me further. I gently bit my teeth down and Emiliano loosened his grip on my head so I could come back for air. I looked up at him and said,

“You’re a greedy man, Don Emiliano.”

He looked down at me with a smile and grabbed the back of my head again and down went my wet mouth, soaking every inch of his dick in my saliva. I took his cock down my throat again and Emiliano started violently fucking my mouth, shoving his hard dick down the back of my throat more and more with every thrust of his hips. I could feel his legs tense and his dick was swelling in the back of my mouth.

Emiliano held my head down hard on his dick while his cum shot out down the back of my mouth, each pulse I felt him deeper and deeper down my throat. His body finally went limp and I raised my head to look at him, wiping my mouth.

Emiliano put his hand up, as if he was going to rest it on my face, but stopped mid motion and put it down. He put his dick back in his pants and looked out the window to the city. Did he forget I wasn’t her? I immediately sat in my seat and pulled my dress back down and looked out of my window. Feeling like an idiot.