His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (sneezy the snowman read aloud TXT) 📕

I go still when he hugs me tight. A blazing inferno engulfs me. I look right into Tony’s eyes. The guy lets me go, and I stumble back as I wonder if I could possibly outrun Tony. I blink, and he’s in front of me. We’re already on the edge of the gaming room, almost into the bar area. Tony thrusts me down onto a chair at a table in the bar area then leans over me.

“You want to misbehave. Now I have to kill him for touching you when he had no idea he was touching what was mine. I told you to fucking behave.”

“Tony, no,” I grab his wrist as he turns away. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt him because of me. Please. I couldn’t take that.”

Shaking his head, he looks down at me, his face hard. “He might not have known but you did. Your punishment will be that you could have prevented it.”

“Please, anything you want me to do, I’ll do it. Do not hurt him because of me. Tony?” The brush against his body is accidental. His groan at my hand brushing over his cock stops me. There are more than two dozen people down in the rooms, not including the staff. They all fade behind my fear for the man. I run my hand over his cock again, gently squeezing. “Anything, Tony.”

He goes still as his eyes run over me. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” I don’t hesitate.

“Show me. Show him. Show everyone here who you belong to.” Blue goes fire hot.

I’m beyond fucked up at the way my mouth waters at his demand. Even with all these people around us, I want to do this. It’s not about the man anymore. It’s about laying claim to him. The chair is the perfect height as I lean forward and begin to undo his belt. Tony’s breath catches. Did he think I wouldn’t do this? It spurs me on even more. I don’t want him to doubt me anymore, not for anything, not even this. My fingers fumble undoing his pants, but they slide his zipper down easily.

His cock is so hard it nearly slaps me in the face when I release him from his silk boxers. Pre-come glistens at the tip of the thick, mushroom tip. There are gasps from a few women around us as I lean forward and lick him. So good. I sigh as I run my tongue over him. In the last few weeks, I’ve only taken him into my mouth once. I’m now wondering how the hell I neglected what I used to love so much. He is silk on steel, so very thick, and iron-melting hot. I lick down to his balls before taking them into my mouth and humming with pleasure. I refuse to rush this—sure he wouldn’t let me even if I wanted to, but I don’t want to.

Gripping him tight, I fist his long, gorgeous cock as I suck deep on the tip. Usually by now, he would be fucking into my throat. I savor his length as I once again give his tight balls attention. Another run of my tongue down him ends with the first few inches in my mouth, my tongue running over the slit, then sucking deep to taste his precome.

Hands go into my hair, and he takes over. He sends my head back, and his cock goes down my throat. I hear a few shocked exclamations from people nearby. They are background noise. Tony is everything as our eyes meet. I swallow, working my throat around his cock. His hand tightens as I watch his chest bellow. I cup his balls and massage them. Seconds later, he comes with a grunt.

For endless minutes we both work to breathe. I’m so wet, and my nipples are so tight they ache. Tony pulls out of my mouth with a smile. “Good girl.”

The words hit me with an odd tingle of heat and send a glow throughout my entire body. I don’t fumble as I put his cock away, zip him up, and fix his pants. Tony does his own belt. His hand tight around my arm, he lifts me up to him. “I’ll tell her to keep her hands to herself.”

“Thank you,” I whisper against the skin of his cheek.

19

Tony

It’s three days until the wedding, and with every day, Christy’s agitation increases. I’m trying really hard not to let it piss me off, especially when it’s clear she doesn’t understand it herself.

I decide to go pick up Luca from the airport myself. Getting out of the car, I watch the private jet taxi down the tarmac. It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen him. The phone calls every day helped, but there is nothing like having your kid in front of you to know for sure they are safe.

The door of the jet lowers, and Luca appears. I breathe deep at the sight of him. He looks good and healthy. I don’t give him a choice and hug him close.

He laughs. “Pop, it’s been like three months.”

I let him go and take his suitcase. “When you have your own kids, you’ll get it.”

“God, I hope not. Kids sound only slightly better than another wife. Those little cousins I got running around are beautiful kids and not brats. I’ll admit they got me wondering about kids. The only problem is I’d probably get brats. How is it coming on making sure you don’t raise Rosie to be a brat? Christy pregnant yet?” He sighs as he leans his head back.

“She wants to wait on the test for another two days. I’m not going to raise a brat.”

“You’ve said on no less than three occasions, what Rosie wants, Rosie will get. No better way of raising a brat than that.” The little shit laughs.

Damn, I might have said it more than a few times. “It’s been five damn years. Her birthday is tomorrow. She deserves a little spoiling.” I