Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 172 -

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I set Dahlia next to Alessandro in the crib after she stopped fussing, then looked at James. "This is truly the most incredible surprise. I can't believe you did this for me." "I'd do anything for you, Becca," James said fiercely, wrapping me in his arms.

"Alright." I licked my lips and stared at his. "Make love to me?"

James chuckled. "As if you'd ever need to ask."

He was about to scoop me up in his arms, when his phone rang. Groaning, James motioned for me to follow him out of the room so the ringing didn't wake the babies. "Yes?" James asked in a clipped tone once the nursery door was closed.

Frantic Italian was spoken on the other end. Even if I understood Italian, it would have been indecipherable to me.

"He what?" James growled, which caused me to take a step back. "Of course, he would, that a**hole."

'What?' I mouthed, but James just held up a finger.

"He's going to have a hell of a time proving that," James snorted. "Don't worry, Tony. You've still got this."

With a long sigh, James ended the call and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"James?" I asked, touching his arm. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing too terrible. Nothing unexpected, anyway. Ronaldo is trying to pin my uncle's murder on me," James said. "What?" I gaped. "How would that... even be possible? The witnesses..."

"The witnesses can be bought or threatened. And Ronaldo and I do look an awful lot alike," James pointed out.

I scowled. "It's not bad enough he killed your uncle, now he's trying to frame you?"

"He's a real peach." James shook his head and took my hand. "I think we were talking about making love?" "But-" I started.

"Everything is going to be okay, Becca. Tony has it handled," James cooed, mollifying me somewhat. "But-"

James silenced me with a kiss and pulled me against his firm, ready body. "Come on, let's go to bed."

I placed my hand on the front of his pants and gave a little stroke. "I suppose we cou-ould..."

James groaned. "Don't tease me."

"Why not?" I asked boldly.

James picked me up and threw me over his shoulder while I shrieked in surprise and delight. He gave my backside a smack as he carried me off caveman style.

I bounced down the hall on his shoulder to the next room over-which had an adjoining door to the nursery and James all but kicked the door open.

"Now, now, be nice to the d-OOR!" I gasped as he tossed me down on the bed.

James started unbuttoning his shirt, then got frustrated and just ripped it open, buttons pinging off every surface.

"Someone's in a hurry," I chuckled, then groaned as James tore my shirt over my head and latched onto one of my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I spiked my fingers through his hair as he tugged and teased first one nipple, then the other.

He growled, and the bra came off completely. I was fairly certain a hook or two had been torn right off, but I couldn't examine it, of course, as it was now somewhere on the other side of the room. James licked and sucked at my nipples without a barrier now, and I moaned as need pooled between my legs.

James undid the front of my pants and slipped his hand inside my panties, letting me ride his fingers while he feasted on me. The friction of his fingers inside me was delicious, but it wasn't enough.

"James!" I begged, rubbing desperately against his hand. "Please!"

"Please what?" James asked, breathing hard against my skin.

"Please f*ck me!" I said.

Those were the magic words. James opened his pants and pushed his silk boxers down just enough for his magnificent c*ck to spring free. Then he peeled me out of my pants and panties while I continued to beg.

His head was at my wet entrance. I moved my hips, trying to take him in myself, but James wouldn't be rushed. Now that he had me where he wanted me, he was maddeningly unhurried.

James pushed in slightly, then pulled back out, and I whimpered. I didn't like this game. I wanted ALL of him. NOW.

"James, more..." I demanded.

James grinned and shook his head, doing another shallow thrust, going only a little deeper.

I thought I might die of sexual frustration before he was finished. I made impatient sounds while he pushed in a little, then a little more, then a little more, each time pulling back out. "James, I swear to GOD-!" My threat ended in a groan as James suddenly sheathed himself inside me completely.

My Italian Stallion then began to ride me hard and fast, panting, playing with my nipples and caressing my body. His hands were everywhere, his c*ck an unrelenting piston between my legs.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and fisted my hands in the sheets. It was the only way to keep myself somewhat anchored so my head didn't hit the headboard with his powerful thrusting.

An orgasm began to build in me, and I arched into James as my world exploded, pleasure suffusing every molecule of my body. My muscles tightened around James's c*ck, and I felt his hot c*m fill me even as he groaned. James collapsed on top of me, shivering with the aftershocks of our intense sex. I wrapped my arms around him and sighed heavily, completely content.

However, not half an hour later, I felt his d*ck twitch inside me.

"Oh God, James..." I said in surprise.

James gave a self-satisfied smirk. "He likes you, what can I say?"

"Well, I like him, too..." I began.

To my complete and utter shock, James pulled out of me. His intentions became clear, however, when he crawled up my body and gripped my hair, kneeling over me with his c*ck right in my face. "Suck," he ordered me.

I knew I didn't have to. James would never actually force me. But the thrill of it had me closing my mouth around the thick head of his c*ck, licking off the drops of prec*m that were leaking from him.

James groaned and thrust into my mouth. I considered it my Everest to get him all the way down my throat, and I did a few times. Otherwise I sucked and licked him and got him fully hard.

Then James pulled out of my mouth. "Get on all fours," he panted.

I shivered with anticipation as I did as he said, bracing myself for whatever was to come next.

I didn't have long to wait. James grabbed my hips and thrust all the way in.

"Oh f*ck, it's so deep," I moaned, feeling as though my Italian Stallion was thrusting right into my stomach.

"Mhm," James agreed. "But you can take it, baby."

I could take it, and I did take it, letting out little cries of ecstasy as James rode me hard and fast. He reached between my legs and rolled my cl*t between his fingers, and I thought I might die of the pleasure of it. "I'm close," James groaned, ramming into me like a real stallion. "Let's c*m together."

I nodded because I was past speech. James thumbed my cl*t hard, and I couldn't hold back. I cried out as my body shuddered with another orgasm.

It was okay, though, because even as my body was shaking with pleasure, James was shouting and spilling his seed inside me.

When James slipped his softening c*ck out of me, it was my turn to collapse, my arms no longer capable of holding me.

James kissed the back of my neck gently, then all the way down my spine. He massaged my ass, one leg, then the other.

When he got to my feet, I moaned in satisfaction.

"That was so good," James murmured. "F*ck me."

"I did," I laughed tiredly. "Twice. And half a blow job."

James chuckled and moved back up my body, laying beside me and gathering me to him so he was spooning me. "Well, next time maybe I'll get a whole blow job." "Maybe next time, you will," I agreed.

James smoothed a hand around me to cup my breast. I put a hand over his. "Don't tell me you want more."

A loud laugh escaped him. "Becca, with you, I always want more."

I groaned and forcibly removed his hand from my breast. "You beast! I need sleep. Food. Something to drink!" James chuckled and simply moved his hand between my legs. "Are you sure?"

What he did to my cl*t made me nearly cross-eyed. "Uh..." I stuttered.

"I didn't think so." James worked me with his fingers, and my body woke again under his touch.

"You don't play fair," I whimpered with need.

James kissed the back of my neck. "Who says I'm playing?"

"I d-" My words ended in another orgasm, James having expertly drawn it from my body.

"I like the way you sound when you come," James whispered hotly in my ear.

"Ngh," I replied, unable to answer him.

James brought his fingers to his lips and licked them before putting his hand back on my breast. "Maybe I should let you rest now."

"Ngh," I agreed with a nod.

James slipped a leg between mine and stroked me.

This time, however, I was too tired to respond.

"You know we're going to be okay, right?" James said after a while, still stroking me. "We're going to resolve this Alessandro situation, go home, have lots of babies, and live happily together for the rest of our lives." I laughed tiredly. "You've... got it all... figured out."

"I do," James said. "I'm going to take care of you, and any children you bless me with. We're going to be a happy family."

"Sounds... nice..." I replied wistfully.

"It will be. It will be perfect. This right now, this is just a small hiccup," James reassured me.

"A small... hiccup," I repeated with a yawn.

James chuckled and kissed the back of my neck again. "You go ahead and sleep. I'll wake you up when I need to."

"When... you need to... what?" I asked drowsily, looking back at him.

James wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I groaned. "You are... completely merciless... James Valentino."

"I am," James said. "And you love that about me."

I didn't answer because sleep came and dragged me under before I could.

Later, I didn't know how much later, James woke me to kisses along my neck, his hand massaging my breast. He was already in me, pumping slowly in and out.

"Italian Stallion," I mumbled aloud, still barely awake.