All Chapters of Kiss It Better: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

“Fuck, you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asks. I keep him in my mouth as I shake my head just the slightest amount. “You’ve got me hard as hell, little girl.”I try not to choke as he pushes deeper. I know he’s being gentle. I’ve experienced what it’s like when he goes hard. I felt it last night. I do my best to relax, to take more of him down my throat, to make this even better for him.“Christ…” he mutters as he tugs off his shirt and exposes his rock-hard abs for me to see. My eyes are watering as I try to handle him all—every single one of his manly inches. There’s just so much of him that I can’t believe I actually took all of him inside me last night.Back in high school, girls used to talk about how big of a guy you wanted to lose your virginity to, and how losing it to a guy with an enormous dick wasn’t ideal because it would hurt too much. Well either they were wrong or Dominic knew exactly what he was doing to make things go smoothly.He reaches out and lifts up my

My blood is boiling as I watch Donnie walk away from us, twirling his pocket watch casually as though he were simply taking a stroll on vacation. Once he’s out of hearing range, Fabiola turns and smacks me hard on the shoulder.“All right!?” she hisses. “What the hell are you thinking? You’re seriously going to let that man fuck me? So what if he’s the Godfather—?”“Of course I’m not.” I stop her, taking both of her hands in mine. “There’s absolutely no way I’d let any man touch you, Fabiola. Godfather or not.”“Then why did you just say that to him!?”“Because confronting the Godfather here at his party in front of a bunch of men all loyal to him didn’t seem like the best of ideas,” I reply with a smile, doing my best to comfort her. “Wouldn’t you agree?”Her head droops, and her shoulders rise as she sucks in a deep breath. Donnie scared the shit out of her, and I completely understand why. And that has the rage inside me just growing and growing. All I can think about is putting my

Four Years Later…“Three years.” My dad smiles, tossing his chip as I drive him home. “Can you believe that? Three years without stepping foot in a casino.”“I’m proud of you, Dad,” I tell him as he pats me on the knee. “And just think, none of it would have been possible without Dominic.”I chuckle as Dad frowns at me. He pinches me on that spot on my thigh that never fails to tickle me, and I quickly swat him on the back of the hand.“Hey, stop! I’m driving! Do you want me to crash and kill us both?”“I want you to give credit where credit is due!” he protests. “And I did the work to get past my gambling addiction—not that mafioso bastard who bought my daughter from me.”I laugh as I take the turn that takes us over the bridge, which I always used to use as a marker to let myself know that we were almost home. It took some getting used to after we moved, which of course we had to do after what went down at Donnie Esposito’s mansion. The entire family was looking for us for a while,

Dinner was nice, but I feel bad for barely eating. I can tell Carson put a lot of work into it, and I barely even touched it.There was steak, sausage, hamburgers, mashed potatoes, corn, salad, and even grilled vegetable skewers. I took a burger and a bit of everything else but ended up kind of just moving all the items around on my plate to try and hide the fact that I hadn’t touched any of them.And why not? Because the last thing I felt like doing was eating. I was hungry when I showed up, but after being introduced to Keith, my new step-brother, everything changed.According to what my mom told me, he’s twenty-two, which makes him four years older than me. And that’s fine. In fact, that’s kind of hot.He’s tall, and he’s built like he’s been working out his entire life. He’s handsome as hell too, but not in that pretty way that so many guys these days are going for. There’s something kind of off about him – kind of rugged, which is strange considering how his father, Carson, looks

This is wrong. This is so wrong, and I’m completely aware of that when my lips press against Tia’s. I think the fact that I know it’s so wrong is one of the reasons my dick is so fucking hard as I start kissing her. That and the fact that she’s a virgin. That and the fact that our parents are upstairs sleeping, blissfully unaware of the naughty business their children are getting up to just one flight of stairs beneath them.I’ve always been a pretty vanilla guy. I’ve never had any kinks or fetishes or anything like that, but something about this scenario has me hard as a freshly milled steel rod.I was ready to get this meeting of my new step-mom and step-sister over with so I could go out to the bar with the boys, but now all I want to do is spend every second feasting my eyes on her luscious curves and running my hands across her untouched body.I can taste the inexperience in her kiss as I snare her mouth in mine, but that only turns me on even more. My tongue grazes against hers,