The Banker Page 10

  He rose to his full height then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Like last time, he was nothing but man, nothing but pure sex. His strong pecs led to the valley of rivers and grooves in his abdomen. Near his hips were two thick veins that led up from the top of his jeans. He was in perfect physical shape, with the strength to kill a man with his bare knuckles.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My panties felt wetter by the second, and any uncertainty I had about what I was doing was gone. My thighs ached to open, and my pussy screamed to feel every inch of him inside me. This started off as a task, but now it was the only thing in the world I wanted to do.

  He undid his belt then took care of his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.

  I stared at his long dick, my eyes focused and wide. Dicks were nothing special, nothing to get particularly aroused by, but damn, it was the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just long, but also thick. His crown was prominent, and even his balls were beautiful. Perfectly manicured for a fuck or a suck, it was the kind of dick I would be happy to choke on. “Jesus Christ…” I couldn’t take my eyes off the monster cock that stood so erect and proud. My tongue ached to feel the vein along the shaft, and my belly yearned for a taste of him. Sucking dick wasn’t one of my fetishes, but when one looked like that, I’d be happy to hit my gag reflex over and over. “That is one beautiful dick.” My eyes finally flicked back up to his.

  Flames burned in his eyes, not from anger, but from ecstasy. Now he looked like he wanted to fuck me even harder, to slam his dick so deep inside me it made me explode. His hands reached up my thighs until he gripped the lace of my panties. Then he slowly pulled them down until they were free of my ankles. His eyes locked on to my pussy, staring at it with the same obsession I felt for his cock.

  He lowered himself to his knees again then pressed his mouth right between my legs. He immediately smothered my clit with his tongue and kissed it harder than he’d kissed my mouth. He inhaled deeply then blew his warm breath across my most sensitive area. He ate my pussy like he was starving and there was nothing else on the menu he wanted more.

  I screamed right away, just because it felt so unbelievably good. My head rolled back, and I looked at the ceiling as my vision began to blur. Men had eaten me out before, but not at this caliber. I fisted his hair with my fingers, and I wondered if leaving his place that night had been a mistake. Even with another woman there, the sex still would have been incredible.

  He sucked my clit a little harder before he pulled away. He opened his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet before he came back to me on the bed.

  I was about to come when his mouth was pleasing me, so having his enormous girth inside me was exactly what I wanted. But now all I could think about was that cock inside my mouth. I’d never wanted to give head so much, to explore something so big. “Wait.” I rose to my feet and unzipped the back of my dress so it could fall to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so now I was completely naked.

  Cato’s eyes went to my tits.

  “I really—” I lowered myself to my knees in front of him “—really want to suck your dick first.” I ignored the man who possessed the dick and gripped his muscular thighs. He had tanned skin everywhere, along with packed muscles underneath. He was such a pretty man that even his feet were sexy. I flattened my tongue and opened my mouth wide before I pressed him inside me. Then I moaned. As a woman, I appreciated every single inch of his perfection. I appreciated his length and his thickness. I appreciated the way he tasted, the way he could keep his hardness with no effort. His dick was perfect and deserved to be worshiped.

  Cato’s expression hardened as he stared down at me. He watched me move his length deep inside my mouth before I slowly pulled it out. Getting head was enjoyable regardless, but he probably got off on how much I wanted to do it, how much I wanted his dick against my tongue. He fisted the back of my hair, and his deep breaths slowly escalated the longer I went to town on his length.

  I never imagined I would be so thrilled to be on my knees. Just thirty minutes ago, I thought he was an arrogant pig. I’d seen him make out with random women in bars, one right after another. But now that I was enjoying this man, I couldn’t judge him. Even without his fortune, he was the most desirable man on the planet. Those women probably didn’t even want him for his money. They just wanted this—a night with a real man.

  My tongue coated more saliva onto his length, and I pushed him as deep as I could. I only made it halfway because he wasn’t just long but wide. Giving head was about making your partner feel good, but right now, my actions were completely selfish. I was sucking his dick because I enjoyed every second of it. In fact, I felt the same burn between my legs that I felt when his mouth was pressed to my clit. I was so aroused by his dick that I felt an explosion on the horizon. Just his dick turned me on more than sex with any other guy had. My fingers moved between my legs, and I rubbed myself as I continued to suck him off, knowing I was about to explode with a dick in my mouth.

  Cato inhaled a deep breath between his teeth before he yanked on the back of my hair. “No.”

  His dick left my mouth, but I pressed a kiss to the crown, my eyes on him.

  “Up.”

  My sight was blurry from arousal, and I had to rely on his powerful legs to make my way back to my feet.

  “On your back.” He grabbed the condom then proceeded to put it on. He rolled it down his length to the base, keeping a large pocket at the end to hold the come he would release for me.

  I moved onto his Alaskan king-size bed and lay my head on one of his pillows. I expected kinkier sex, something not missionary. I didn’t even mind skipping sex as long as his dick was in my mouth. But I was excited to feel his thick length deep inside me. I’d never taken a bigger man, and now I was afraid I would never be able to go back once we were finished.

  He climbed on top of me, his heavy weight shifting the mattress as he moved. His enormous cock hung at the ready, pointing at my entrance like he couldn’t wait to be inside me. His arms immediately hooked behind my knees, and he stretched me apart, as if I would need to be open as wide as possible if I was going to take that behemoth between his legs. “Notice anything about my bed?”

  My hands clawed at his chest because I was so anxious for sex. I’d never wanted a man to fuck me more. I’d hated him that morning, but now he was my ultimate fantasy. My hands moved into the back of his hair, and I brought his lips to mine for a kiss. “Shut up and fuck me.” I could taste my pussy on his lips, and the sensation only aroused me more.

  He kissed me back but only for a few seconds. “You’re the only one in it.”

  I rested my face against his and felt my pussy tighten. Unlike everyone else, I got to enjoy him exclusively for the night. I got all his attention, all his affection, and all of his dick. “Good. Because I don’t like to share.” I grabbed his length and pointed his crown at my entrance.

  He pressed his dick inside me and ignored the resistance. His cock was way too big for my small size, but he wouldn’t accept the denial. He pushed again until he got past the barrier and met the pool of moisture that was practically dripping between my thighs. Then he sank the rest of the way, sheathing more and more until most of his length was deep inside me.

  A cock had never felt so good. “Cato…” My hands left his hair and glided down his back. My nails sliced him with my enthusiasm, but it couldn’t be controlled. Now I was just a woman lost to her hormones, a woman who just wanted to be with a man. “Fuck, you feel good.” If I’d known it would be this good, I would have fucked him in the back of his car on the way here.

  He moaned as he started to thrust, his eyes locked on mine as he tapped his headboard against the wall. “Damn, this is good pussy.”

  I grabbed his ass and yanked him deeper into me, feeling the climax hit me right away. I didn’t need more than ten thrusts to come apart. I’d been ready for a climax for the last fifteen minutes. It was surprising that I didn’t explode th
e second he was inside me. “God…” My head relaxed into the pillow, and I watched him continue to thrust into me, continue to give me his enormous dick at the perfect pace. “Yes…yes.” My nails clawed down his arms, and my hips bucked back into him. I bit my bottom lip as I came undone. This man had accomplished something no other man ever could. He made me come so hard, I didn’t think that intensity was possible—and he didn’t even try. Maybe his arrogance was appropriate, after all.

  He went still as he kept his entire length inside me. With my legs still pinned back and his eyes glued to mine, he wore the same look of arousal he started with, but now it was accompanied by a hint of torture. “You better not be done. I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

  Orgasms later and early in the morning, I lay in bed beside him, listening to his deep, even breathing. He was fast asleep, fully satisfied after making me come for him so many times.

  I opened my eyes and spotted the time on the clock.

  It was six in the morning.

  That was the greatest night of sex I’d ever had, and I could easily lie there forever and just enjoy it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so well pleased. No man had ever stepped up to the plate and hit a home run like that. Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover.

  I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer.

  Maybe this was a bad idea.

  Maybe I should give up while I still had the chance.

  I pulled back the sheets and carefully slid to the edge of the bed. My plan was to slip out before he woke up. Maybe he didn’t even expect me to spend the night in the first place. He probably would have kicked me out if he wanted me gone, but maybe he’d been too tired. I grabbed my dress from the floor and started to put it on.

  “Did I say you could leave?” His masculine voice filled the bedroom, not raspy like it should have been since he’d been sleeping for hours. He didn’t move from his position in bed, the sheets bunched around his waist.

  My attitude fired up at the insinuation. “No. But I didn’t ask.” This man might be incredible between the sheets, but he was still an asshole at the end of the day. That big beautiful dick wouldn’t change that.

  “Get back here.” He didn’t open his eyes, as if he just expected me to listen.

  I wasn’t the kind of woman to listen. Not now and not ever. I zipped the dress.

  He sprang out of bed quickly and came right toward me, over 200 pounds of hostile muscle. It was dark in his bedroom because all the curtains were closed, but he didn’t struggle to find me at the foot of his bed. He snatched me by the back of the hair and threw me onto the bed, my face hitting the sheets and my ass rising in the air. His hand gripped the back of my neck, and he pinned me down with his weight. “Lesson learned. Never make me ask you twice.” He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, rolled it on, and then he fucked me like an animal, keeping my face pressed against his sheets while his enormous dick slammed into me over and over.

  My initial impulse was to fight him, but once that cock stretched me wide, I did nothing in retaliation—except enjoy it.

  He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against my back as he kept his hold on my neck. His thrusts were deep and hard, not sensual and gentle like they were last night. He seemed more angry than lustful, like my disobedience infuriated him and turned him on at the same time.

  “Fuck you, asshole.” I bit my lip as my face pressed into the mattress, feeling that perfect cock hit me in the right spot over and over. I despised him as a human being, but I loved being taken like this, screwed in a way I’d never been before.

  “I am fucking you, baby.” He gripped the back of my hair and forced me up, arching my back and treating me like a horse being controlled by reins. “And I will fuck you as long as I want.” His hand moved to my neck, and he squeezed me hard as he slammed into me, his grip almost choking me.

  I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, feeling my body betray me instantly. He hadn’t been inside me for long, and I wasn’t even aroused before he threw himself at me. Now my cunt was soaking wet, and it was tightening on him with every passing second.

  “So fucking tight.” He leaned over me and pressed his chest against my back, his lips near my ear. “Come, baby. I know you want to.”

  I wanted to fight the feeling because I was a proud woman, but when he felt so good between my legs, that seemed impossible. It didn’t matter how arrogant he was. It didn’t matter if he was a pompous asshole. He made me come better than any other man. “God…”

  “Say my name.”

  In the throes of passion, I couldn’t hesitate. “Cato.”

  “Good, baby,” he breathed against my ear as he kept fucking me, kept driving his huge cock deep inside me.

  My face moved into the mattress as I finished, the sheets swallowing my final moans.

  He held his weight on top of me and finished with a masculine groan, his satisfaction audible in his deep voice. He hovered for a moment as he enjoyed every single second before the feeling wore off. Then he pulled his softening dick out of me and walked to the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower.”

  I listened to the door shut behind him then heard the water run a second later. I stayed in the same position as my heart rate began to slow. That was the kind of morning sex I’d never had in my entire life. It was the perfect way to start a morning, even if my lover was a pompous and controlling asshole.

  Now that he was gone, I picked up my dress and got ready. I didn’t know if he wanted me to stay or not, but I should leave as soon as possible. Cato Marino was a serious opponent that I couldn’t overpower, and now I feared my talents wouldn’t be enough. Even if I could lure him into trusting me, that only put me in more danger. Because the second he realized I was fooling him…he would shoot me in the head in his driveway.

  After working at the gallery all day, I went home to my place outside of Florence. There was a black car in the driveway, and the front door was unlocked. Someone else would immediately call the cops, but I knew exactly who’d broken in to my home and trespassed on my property.

  “A phone call would suffice.” I shut the door behind me and stepped into the house, knowing I would come face-to-face with Damien in just a few seconds.

  “I’d rather see your pretty face, sweetheart.” Even when Damien was being civil, he sounded evil. He was a creepy goon, a vulture just waiting for me to be murdered so he could pick me apart.

  I stepped into the kitchen and spotted him at my dining table. He’d helped himself to a glass of wine and had his feet resting on the other chair. He’d made himself at home—even though I would kill him if I ever got the opportunity. “Yes?” I snatched the bottle of wine off the table and poured myself a glass. “Does the little bitch have a message?”

  His smile remained plastered on his face, but his eyes displayed a slight look of annoyance. He was second-in-command to Micah—and he didn’t like it one bit. He was the man who did the dirty work, much like a janitor in a school. “You’re the little bitch in this situation.”

  “I disagree.” I took a drink then licked my lips. “What do you want, Damien? I’m busy.”

  “You aren’t busy enough because we don’t have Cato.”

  “You expect me to take down the richest man in Italy in a few weeks?” I stood at the counter with the glass in my hand, tilting my head slightly as I examined him. “Something you and Micah can’t even do? Don’t be ridiculous.”

  He pulled a knife from his pocket and set it on the table in front of him. It was a subtle warning, a threat to slit
my throat if I became difficult. “Between you and me, I want you to fail. Then you’ll be all mine. I’ll fuck you in the ass with this blade pressed right against that beautiful artery in your neck.”

  Regardless of the danger, it was unacceptable to give in to fear. I refused to be afraid, to let this twisted man get under my skin. The second I did, he would have the upper hand. I sipped my wine like he hadn’t just threatened to rape and murder me. “I’d chop off your dick before you ever got the chance.”

  His grin widened, because he was a sick son of a bitch that got off on this stuff. “I wonder if your cunt is as sweet as that mouth of yours.”

  “You’ll never know.”

  His smile dropped, just for an instant. “Are you going to make this happen or not?”

  I’d slept with Cato, but I was no closer to accomplishing anything. That man was far more terrifying than Damien ever could hope to be. Not only was Cato cold, but he was controlling and domineering. He didn’t give second chances to anyone. The second he figured out my plan, I would be executed liked a prisoner of war. “You’re asking me to accomplish the impossible.”

  “Then we won’t bother keeping your father alive.”

  No matter how many times I reminded myself that my father deserved his fate, knowing he was locked up broke my heart. I wanted my father to be free, not tortured by Micah. He probably knew I was trying to save him, and that just made him feel worse. “I can give you all the information I have about Cato. That’s still worth something.”

  “What information? Access to bank accounts? Security measures? Codes into his residence?”

  “Well…no.”

  “Then what?” he asked, laughing slightly. “What valuable information do you have?”

  In that moment, I understood I knew nothing. The man was a quiet enigma who hardly spoke. His thoughts were a mystery. The only part of him I was acquainted with was his dick. I knew that pretty well.