Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 430 -

*Olivia*

Gio glanced at the door the waiters had been coming through. "Since you're such a nice girl, I'll ask. Do you want me to finger you to a screaming orgasm right here, where anybody could come in, or just get you soaking wet before I take you

back to my place?"

I swallowed. "I'd love to see your place, Don Valentino."

A small smile cracked Gio's façade at the title, and I almost lost focus and pounced on my beautiful husband.

"Let me call for the check-" he started.

I shook my head. "But I approached you because I know I can handle it. If we only have this one night, I want everything you can give."

A hungry smile spread across his face. "I'm sure you can."

Gio's hand finally finished its climb up my leg to meet the wet heat at my center. I covered my mouth as a groan escaped, but with his other hand, he pulled the block away.

"I thought you said you could handle it?" His gaze was severe on my face as his thumb began circling my clit ever so lightly.

I hesitated. I'd gotten used to loud sex, and not covering my mouth, I knew I would struggle. The harshness in his eyes broke immediately, and the love and concern I always associated with him broke through. I could call it right here, and he'd take me home. We could play this game, or have regular sex, or whatever I wanted, and he wouldn't mutter a word of complaint.

My heart overflowed with love, and that only cemented my decision.

I nodded desperately. "I can, I can. Don't stop, please. Can I just distract my hand?"

I found his clothed cock, already hard, under the table.

"The Valentino family is famous for their generosity, Miss Robinson," he said. "Rest your hand where you please, but I'm going to make you come as many times as I can before we get to that part of the evening."

I nodded obediently, and he pressed harder on my clit and pushed one finger inside. I barely stifled a moan as he thrust. Then, Gio dropped his head to my chest and pulled my dress aside with his teeth before latching onto my nipple.

The cascade of sensations threatened to overwhelm me almost instantly, coupled with the risk of somebody walking in at any moment. I ground into his hand, aching for release, and just barely managed to stop a long, low moan. "More," I gasped. "Please, Don Valentino, I want to feel full."

He turned his head to look at me, my nipple still caught in his teeth, and smiled wolfishly. Then, in quick succession, he fit a second and third finger into me. I met his thrusts as best I could in my chair, and a whine escaped my mouth.

I whipped my head toward the door, but nothing happened. I rubbed my thumb over his cock and felt it twitch. Gio hooked his fingers and fucked into me even harder, and I lost myself in the sensation. My orgasm was building quickly, and as he flicked the other side of my dress off my breast and began toying with that nipple with his free hand, I realized I wouldn't last much longer.

I fucked myself on his fingers once, twice, a third time, and then the orgasm ripped through me. I couldn't contain a final moan, far louder than any other sound I'd made, but I didn't care anymore.

Gio fucked me through the orgasm, then slowly pulled his fingers out. He considered their gleam in the low restaurant lighting for a moment, then stuck them in his mouth, cleaning each thoroughly. I rubbed my thighs together, already ready to go again.

"Delicious," he murmured. He looked at me with a loving husband's eyes and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. I was still completely exposed in a public setting, but with Gio here, I felt totally safe. How had I found such a perfect man? How could I possibly deserve him?

He leaned back and raked his eyes over my body. I shivered.

"Well, Miss Robinson, it seems you're as good as you say." He threw a wad of cash down on the table. "Let's go to my place. I want to know what you can do when you really unleash."

I fixed my dress slowly, his eyes heavy on me. This was the perfect evening, dancing back and forth between playful and loving. I liked pretending to be naïve and corruptible for him, even better for the moments when the act broke, and I knew how much he loved me.

I stood, letting the dress fall back over my legs, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I'd like to show you."

And I sauntered out of the back room to the car I knew would be waiting at the valet, leaving him to pay.

He followed me quickly, winding an arm around my waist, but as soon as we exited the restaurant, his hand dropped possessively to my ass.

I feigned a shocked expression. "Don Valentino, anybody could see us out here!"

He smirked. "Don't worry, carina. I'm gonna brag about this night enough that everyone's gonna know you fucked me anyway."

A shiver ran down my spine. I'd never seen this side of Gio, but it lit something up inside me.

Gio had insisted on driving us while in Tuscany, so we got into the small silver Fiat he'd had delivered to our house here. The villa wasn't far, but I gave him a moment of comfortable quiet that spoke to how easy it was to be around each other. For a moment, it felt like a regular night. Then, I reached over and unbuckled his belt.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, all Don.

I smirked. "I said I wanted to show you."

He pursed his lips. "I said I was going to make you come over and over before I do."

"Alright," I said blithely. "Then don't come."

I reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It sprang to attention, precum beading at the tip, and he groaned. I swirled my finger in the liquid, then ran my hand along his length. He jerked into the motion, and the car sped up on the empty, moonlit Tuscan road.

We'd be home in three minutes. I stroked him languorously, drawing out the moments of pleasure and ensuring he never got to close to orgasm. He kept up a steady stream of curses and groans until we pulled into the driveway. "Careful, Miss Robinson," he said. "I might just have to keep you around if you keep doing things like that."

I giggled. "Maybe I might like to be kept."

I ran my thumb over the top of his cock, and he groaned.

"I'm a very particular man," he gritted out. "And for your car stunt, I'd like something in return."

"Anything, Don Valentino."

"Leave the dress in the car." He stared into my eyes, my wonderful husband checking once more that I was comfortable instead of responding, I opened the door, stepped out of the car, undid the single knot at the neck that held the whole dress up, and let it puddle at my feet.

He watched me with reverent eyes as I bent, fully nude, to retrieve the dress and throw it on the seat. Then, he tucked his cock back into his pants and scrambled out of the car.

He caught me in his arms, pressing a furious kiss to my lips. The game fell away, and we were husband and wife, kissing passionately under the moonlight just like we had on our wedding night. The cool air pebbled my nipples, but I wouldn't have left that moment for anything.

"Let me show you inside," he muttered roughly. I let him take my hand and lead me through the villa to the bedroom as if I didn't know the way. He caught me up in another kiss, his hands groping and fondling with a near frantic fervor. He backed me through the room, and I expected my knees to hit the bed, but instead, my back hit the wall. I opened my eyes to replace myself next to the glass double door, and Gio pulled back, panting slightly. He shucked his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, staring at me hungrily. My hips twitched of their own accord.

Gio dropped to his knees and began kissing up my leg.

"Why, Don Valentino," I gasped. "I didn't expect such a powerful man to be so..." my breath hitched, "so giving."

He pulled back for a moment, and his gaze burned into mine. "I'm not giving. I'm unforgettable."

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his face between my legs. I moaned loud and long as his tongue found my clit. One of his large, callused hands held my hip stable, and I leaned into the contact as my knees began to shake.

He lapped along the length of my slit, then plunged his tongue into me. I screamed and fisted my hand in his hair. He hummed against my clit, and the vibrations sent me into a whole new world of sensation.

My leg began to give out, but almost effortlessly, he grabbed it and draped that over his shoulder as well, so the only thing keeping me upright was his face in my pussy. I rocked into the pressure, delirious with need, and his tongue began to work even faster.

My orgasm broke over me almost violently, and stars clouded my vision. I stroked my hands through his hair as I came down, admiring the tableau of his salt-and-pepper head pinned between my sparkly heel adorned legs. After another moment, he put me back on my feet.

I looked into his eyes and found nothing but wild passion. We were far from done, and I wanted him to feel as magnificent as I did.

I stepped to the side and flattened myself against the glass door. The chill of the glass made my nipples harden instantly. "Fuck me," I said simply.

Gio moaned, and he was on me in a flash. I felt every line of his shirt and suit pants pressing into me, the leather of his shoes when he knocked my feet further apart. He freed his cock from his pants once more, and I felt its warmth against the wetness on my thigh. One of his hands found its way between my body and the glass to knead my breast, and he started pressing passionate kisses to the line of my neck.

He lined his cock up, lingered at the entrance just long enough to make me squirm, and thrust. The glass rattled, and both of us moaned.

He set a punishing pace, fucking into me so hard I heard the door groan, and I met his every thrust. I wanted, no, needed to be fucked like this, like everything was still as complicatedly simple as it had been in the beginning, and we had no worries outside this room. Something tightly coiled within me released, and I felt the stress leave my body for the first time since we walked into the fertility clinic.

I twisted my head and caught Gio's mouth in a bruising kiss. He groaned as he licked into my mouth, and another hand separated me from the glass, replaceing its way to my clit.

Pinned between Gio and the door, my world dissolved into nothing but pleasure. A third orgasm crashed over me, and he fucked me through it. When I came back down, he simply kept going, chasing his own release. My need was hardly met, and I rode his cock until he finished, freezing behind me with a single, "Olivia."

He released me, and I peeled myself off the glass. Gio stood before me, thoroughly rumpled but still mostly dressed while I wore nothing but my heels. I considered picking the game back up, but I'd had my release. It was fun to play like we were new to each other, but I wanted the comfort of my husband.

I closed the distance between us and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin at the base of his neck. "What do you say you get naked, I run a bath, and we see how easy it is to fuck in there?"

Gio blinked, the weight of the Don's mantle clearing from his eyes. He put a finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. "That sounds wonderful. But for what it's worth, carina, I'm glad things went the way they did." I kissed him, soft and sweet. "I wouldn't have it any other way."