Patriot and his Secret Baby (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 1) (8 page)

Rosabella moved my hand back over to my lap, ignoring the bulge that was going on in my pants. With one graceful motion, she turned the dial down on the music. Bass no longer vibrated through both of us, making the revving of the engine and the normal sounds of the highway seem deafening. There was nothing but us, and I suddenly noticed the space between us felt awkward. As soon as she turned down the music, I saw the next exit coming up. I turned. If I had to take the long route to the city, so be it. But Rosabella deserved my full attention.

"I
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" she cleared her throat as we slowed down. As I turned down a country road, I was able to turn off toward a truck-stop and information station.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to put her at ease, but it didn't help. Suddenly I realized her body language. She was sitting upright in her seat, her shoulders raised uncomfortably. She was tense and had been for the entire ride. My fucking boner had distracted me from what was right in front of my eyes. Before me was a girl who was extremely uncomfortable.

But if that was right, then why would she lie to get out of her house and come with me? It would have been just as easy for her to tell the security guard that I was a creep to get me beaten to a pulp, or worse. I shivered, thinking about the bloody door. I was reminded once more that if I hurt her, they'd probably stop at nothing to kill me. Rosabella adjusted herself in her seat and cleared her throat. Her silence worried me even more than her family.

I turned the Maserati into the truck stop, only one other vehicle shared the parking lot with us. As I slowed down she glanced up at me with a look of pure sadness on her face.

"Hey, hey," I said. I put the car into park and turned my body to face the girl next to me. She was beautiful. Even when she was sad. I wanted to comfort her, even though I didn't exactly know what was bothering her. My hand moved to touch her face taking her cheek in my hand. She let her head rest in my hand and closed her eyes.

"Whatever is going on," I whispered to her, "You know you can tell me, right?"

I felt her nod and look up at me, opening her mouth to speak. But instead of talking to me, she leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips sparked fireworks throughout my body. Her open mouth met mine with ferocity. It was invigorating to feel her passion. It had been so long since we fucked, and every time I had jacked off her face was seared into my mind. Now, that face met my own and it felt magical.

I kissed her back, using my hand to press her harder against me. Our tongues met furiously and we enjoyed each other's taste. She tasted like salt, herbs, and pies that my mom used to bake me at home. She reminded me of a fall afternoon, with a cup of tea and a book. Every time we touched each other I was reminded once more that she was where I belonged.

Yeah. I'd kissed other girls. You move around in the military. Most guys would hook up when stationed in exotic places, and it came with the territory. But every girl I had kissed had felt, wrong. Every time I kissed them, all I could think of was the taste of Rosabella, the look of her ass in her running shorts, and the smell of her long hair. She had filled my dreams and nightmares for years. Some dreams were better than others, but most ended with us fucking like rabbits.

She licked my lips, pulling away to look at me. Her eyelashes were long and lidded. She looked like she was drunk off our kiss. My cock was like a rock in my pants and it was starting to get tight and uncomfortable in there. Her hair was strewn across her face and I moved a few locks away so I could see her better. I wanted to study her, to remember every single detail. Like the dimples that formed when she smiled, or the three freckles that created a triangle on her cheek bone. My gaze made her blush and look at me bashfully. I could tell she liked it.

Her hands moved up to the buttons on her shirt, unbuttoning her blouse one by one. I tried not to grab her and be patient. She moved too slow for my liking, but the teasing was more fun. I knew then she was going to take me on the ride of my life.

The blouse was shrugged off her shoulders to reveal her in a cami shirt. When the blouse had fallen to the floor of the passenger's side, I watched as she pulled up her shirt to reveal her pert breasts. Her blouse had been so distracting that I hadn't noticed she wasn't wearing a bra.

Oh God.

I reached out to touch her, but she pushed my hand away with hers. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and wagged her finger at me. "Not yet," she whispered. "I'm not ready."

Even if I couldn't touch her, I could barely take the crushing feeling of my dick being trapped in my pants. As I watched Rosabella, I let my fly down and unbuttoned my jeans. They about flew open, allowing me some relief. The half-naked woman in front of me looked down, and then raised an eyebrow at me.

"I forgot how big you were," she said, the words flowing from her mouth like butter. She was right though. The bulge that had formed in my pants was huge and I wasn't complaining.

I watched as Rosabella touched her breasts, grabbing at herself and running her hands down her flat stomach. Finally, they rested on the top of her jeans. She took a slower time unbuttoning hers than I had mine. She kept her eyes on mine the entire time, watching me, loving the attention I was giving her.

She pushed her jeans down past her hips and I realized she wasn't wearing panties either. Unlike before, when I had fucked her in the garage. Her pussy was perfectly waxed, like she had been preparing for round two. I didn't mind either way, but the visual of her smooth slit made me go wild.

"Let me fuck you," I growled to her under my breath." I need to be inside you."

She gave me a grin and shook her head. "Not yet."

God, she was such a horrible tease. It had almost been two weeks since we had fucked and I wasn't going to wait much longer. I didn't even care about the amount of detailing I had put into the Maserati. All I wanted was my dick to be inside her cunt as soon as possible.

Her jeans were finally all the way off. I realized that the overhead lights in the car were still on and made her skin glow. Anyone in the parking lot could see us if they drove in, even if the area was deserted at night. It was exciting for me and for her, to be so close to being found out.

She looked at me, naked as the day she was born. It only took a second for me to lean over and kiss her forcefully. She opened her mouth to accept me. Her skin was cool to my touch as my hand moved down her neck. My fingers traced her collar bone that swept gracefully over to her shoulder. We kissed passionately when my hands found her breasts. I grasped her soft flesh in my rough hands. I mostly worked with metal, grease and other rough materials. Her touch felt foreign to me, so delicate compared to what my life had been so far.

After I had groped her for a while, I let my lips stray from her mouth to the crook of her neck. There, I allowed myself to breathe in her scent. I heard her gasp as I sunk my teeth gently into the flesh of her neck, nibbling on her like she was an appetizer. As I tried to get lower, I found the steering wheel and center console getting in the way of our kisses.

I adjusted myself and then leaned back in my seat, leaving her without my embrace. She looked shocked that I had stopped. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Climb on back," I told her, nodding my head toward the rear of the vehicle. There, I would be able to do what I wanted to her. She nodded at me, strangely obedient when I gave her a command. She knew who wore the pants in bed and I liked that about her. She wanted to be taken, maybe tossed around a bit in the back of her brother's Maserati. 

She turned in her seat and started to climb over the console to the back. As she passed me I slapped her round ass and she yelped in surprise. I watched as she turned her head to look back at me, her eyes half-lidded and biting her lip.

"You like being spanked?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I didn't know you were kinky."

"Whaa---I---what?" she stuttered before finally making her way to the back. I watched her behind as it swung around and onto the leather seats.

"Don't act coy with me. I know you like it," I growled back to her. I opened my door and stepped out of the vehicle, letting some of the cold night air in. My pants started to fall as I stepped out, and I had to grab them before they were around my knees. Looking out around the truck stop, I didn't see any signs of people. Luckily, the only truck in the distance seemed unoccupied. Even if there was someone watching us, he would have to strain to see anything.

After closing the door, I walked around and opened the back seat. She was laid out, legs open for me. I could see her sweet cunt open like a flower. Her fingers slid down through the folds in her womanhood, touching herself gingerly. Her other hand grasped her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple. Oh God, I couldn't help myself anymore.

I didn't even bother getting inside or closing the door before I pulled down the denim and underwear to allow my large dick free of it's confines. To feel the breeze against my hardness was invigorating.

Rosabella's mouth opened slightly upon seeing my seven-inch member. Women enjoyed a well-endowed man, and Rosabella was no exception. Her hands were making quick work of herself and she moaned, staring at my length as she did so. She let her fingers slide into herself, one and then two. When they came back out, I could see they were covered in her juices. She dripped down her thighs and onto the seats. I didn't even think about having to clean that up.

I leaned over her, my arms resting on the leather seats to prop myself up over her. We kissed once more and I positioned myself near her opening. She was ready for me and had probably been ready ever since she got in the car.

"Please," she moaned, "I want you. "I pressed my lips against hers, silencing her moans. The head of my cock pressed up against her opening, and I paused, swirling the head around her petals. She writhed beneath me, pressing her hips up to greet my manhood. Finally, after a few moments of teasing, I thrusted hard inside her. With one smooth motion, my thick dick opened her up and she allowed me inside of her. It was warm and her body felt like home. She groaned from both the pleasure of being filled and the pain from the girth of my large penis.

I knew what she wanted, and her eyes told me. She wanted to be treated roughly, like the slut she never could be in high school. My dick was happy to oblige.

My member rushed into her and she cried out. I pounded into her, opening her up, driving deeper and deeper into her body. I felt powerful over her and I grasped her hair with my hand as I buried my lips into her neck. Every movement I made drove her crazy, and her arms moved up around my neck to grasp my back. Her nails dug into my skin, but I barely noticed. There was only one thing on my mind now and it was her.

Damn she was good in bed. Other girls I fucked in the past would lay like a dead fish, but her body moved perfectly with mine, her hips gyrating with each thrust into her. Soon we worked up a rhythm together, finding a dance that brought two people together to form one.

"Oh yeah," I groaned, picking up the pace and tugging at her hair. She gasped and opened her lips slightly, her breathing becoming quicker. After a few more moments, I had underestimated how tight and amazing her pussy could be and I was ready to come. But I wasn't done with her.

I withdrew from her cunt, the tip of my dick dripping from a mix of her fluids and my pre-cum. She propped herself up on the seats, her breasts pert and nipples erect. I realized that the door was still open, and goosebumps rose over her naked skin.

"Are you cold, babe?" I asked, moving into the interior of the vehicle. She nodded, her gaze not leaving mine. "Sorry about that." I turned and grabbed the door handle to close the door behind me. The overhead lights faded and we were both in the dark, the sounds of our breathing and heat of our bodies the only things we could sense. My hands ran down her stomach and she groaned, raising her arms up above her head like a cat stretching out in a sunbeam. She was beautiful. Her milky-white skin as soft as velvet.

Suddenly, my hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her around.

"Get on your stomach," I ordered. She obeyed like the good girl she was. Soon her ass was in the air, pressing up against my cock. I could tell Rosabella wanted me inside her once more and I obliged her. My head found her opening and I slid in, this time with less pain for her. She groaned, when I was as far inside as I could get. Her hair fell around her face, and in the dark I couldn't see her expression, but her sounds gave me a clue that she in pure ecstasy.

I started pumping once more, hitting her, going deep, wanting to fill every inch of her cunt.

I fucked her hard and grabbed her hair again and tugged.

"You like that you fucking slut?"

"Oh yeah!" She moaned, "Ohhhhhh yeah! Oh God, Lance, please
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"

I let go of her hair and reached around as I thrust into her to touch her mound. There, my fingers found the small cherry of pleasure that so wanted attention. There was an intake of breath from Rosabella and then she started to become more silent as I built up the pressure inside of her. I could feel her heart beat in her cunt, and it was started to pound as hard as I was pounding her.

After a few seconds of silence on her side, the air in the car suddenly exploded with her moans. I kept fucking her, wanting to ride her through her orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh! Ooooohhh yeah," she cried as I humped her. Her voice filled my ears and just knowing I was pleasing her set me off. Even though I wanted to fuck the girl forever, her orgasm sent me over the edge as well.

"Ah Rosabella!" Her name slipped from my lips as the orgasm swept over me as well. Warmth swept over my body, filling every inch of me up into my fingertips. The pressure that had been building up inside of me unleashed my load into her, filling her hole with my cum. There was something about my semen being inside of her that made the orgasm that much better, I was now part of her.

She was still spasming from her orgasm, breathing heavily underneath me. I let my dick leave her sweet, warm body and then moved over beside her on the seat. Luckily, I could probably use my t-shirt and some soap at the truck stop to clean the leather seats, but for now I wanted to cherish this moment with Rosabella.