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  "Baby doll, are you sure this is something you want? I don't think I will be able to stop." I loved the way he spoke to me. His thick accent is so hot that I would have done anything to have him inside. I nodded my head and lifted my hips to have his hand grind against my sex even more.

  With that, he got off of me, unzipped my shirt from the back (that is probably why I'm having such difficulties getting it off. I forgot that it zips in the back!) and pulled my shirt and shoes off. In a romantic gesture, he grabbed my two hands and placed them so my knuckles were facing his mouth while pulling me from the couch. Vincent trailed his tongue and lips across them making me want to inform him that there is another part on my body that could use this attention. We started to walk backwards to the stairs I assumed. When I felt the stairs on my bare heel, I turned around and started to walk up the stairs and leading us presumably to his bedroom.

  The lighting in his house is so ornate. There is a big chandelier above us as we walked up the winding staircase. About mid way up, Vincent slipped his finger on the outer lining of my thong. This had me craving him even more. Those fingers started to twirl towards the front where I ached for him the most. I couldn't help but let out a moan and a plea: "Vincent, don't make me wait any longer." Man, I didn't realize the amount of liquid courage.

  He spun me around and started to kiss me. His fingers were starting to break apart my sex and his lips began to suck on my throat. With a quick move, I'm sprawled out on the stairs. My breath is caught in my throat and I let out a groan when my back hit the stair. My legs were parted and I'm waiting for him. He came up between them and kissed me on my throat causing me to moan even louder than before. I couldn't help but feel a little disoriented by how fast this is happening. Don't get me wrong, I'm fully aware that I instigated all of this but now that it is happening... I'm nervous.

  I only slept with Joel. What if I'm not any good? I'm wondering if this is why people have one night stands because they don't want to see a look of disappointment in their eyes. Well, I guess that is a good reason since I'm following that logic.

  Man, I really hope that I don't make a complete fool of myself.

  "Be careful what you wish for, baby doll." His tongue started to twirl on the outside of my lips, and then his lips moved down past my neck as I leaned my head back to give more access for him. Once his tongue got towards my sex I'm so ready to come that it hurt me and my muscles started to tighten as his tongue twirled the tip of my clit. His hands gripped my thighs from underneath my legs as he laid himself further against the stairs to get a better angle. As he finished moving, his tongue slowed and he licked me harder and with a purpose.

  "Oh...My.... Hmm.... Don't stop, you feel..." his tongue started to dance on my sensitive flesh. "So... so..." I said as his tongue expertly drove me insane. Two fingers came and met his tongue then slowly slipped into my hole. They started to plunge in deeper and deeper. This amazing tongue of his never left my clit. Vincent matched his tongue movement with his fingers. It has been so long since I had sex that I just wanted it so bad despite how nervous I'm.

  "Ohhhhh... baby. You taste so good and your sexy little pussy is so tight," Vincent's voice is like silk as it washed through my chest. His tongue went around and around my clit. I felt as if I could explode at any minute. My stomach muscles grew tighter and my breathing and moaning is so loud. With one last lick and plunge of his two fingers, I exploded all over. I felt the relief that I have needed for years. Waves and waves took me to a peak of the most powerful orgasm in my life.

  The hand that is not being used to drive me up the wall, opened a square foil package and slipped its occupant onto himself. As soon as my sex muscles stopped contracting on his fingers, within a matter of seconds, he withdrew his fingers and I felt the tip of his dick at the opening. Baaaammmm. He plunged his thick dick into my very greedy hole. How is he able to go so deep inside me? On the second slam, my eyes started to water. The third thrust made me pant and start moaning. Since we are still on the stairs my back started to rub on the carpet on the stairs. I'm well aware that I would be feeling this rug burn tomorrow but as of right now, I couldn't care less.

  "Baby doll, do you like it rough? Tell me how you like it?" Every word that he said matched a thrust that he gave. His hands wrapped around my neck and he kissed my neck through his fingers as he thrust himself in me. Vincent moaned into my neck and held tighter onto me with his other hand gripped my hip. I'm surprised that he didn't loose his footing.

  He started to thrust slower and suck on my neck. Vincent slid in and out at a different speed. Sometimes when he slid out, he would rub the tip of his dick against my clit.

  "Vin....Cent... Please... don't stop!" I screamed in his ear while never ceasing to moan. Since I'm still drunk from all those martinis at the bar, I'm able to ignore the pain from the carpet burn that is spreading across my back. Without warning, Vincent gave me one last thrust and pulled out of me and gave me a lingering kiss.

  *Chapter 2*

  "Savannah, are you all right? You look like you are in pain. Let's get you upstairs." Now since I'm sobering up, I took a real look at him. His chest is so muscular and he didn't have any hair on his chest. Those liquid brown eyes had me staring at him and I got a look of myself in the mirror above the staircase. My hair is a mess and my mascara has smeared. Oh well, the deed has been completed and there is no undoing it.

  With a quick swoop, Vincent pulled me off those two and led me up the remaining four stairs. At the base of the stairs there is three doors on each side of the plush royal blue carpet. Along the hall there were lamps guiding the hall.

  I'm worried that I'm incapable of stringing words together to make a sentence until my mouth opened and intelligent words came out. "Vincent, what is behind those doors? There is a shroud of mystery behind those doors." I'm trying to joke with him. For some reason I became very nervous since I didn't know what I'm supposed to do now. We already had sex, isn't this the point where I leave? Maybe I should have Googled one night stands.

  "Um, don't worry about it." I got the feeling that he is trying to keep some things hidden from me but I didn't feel right confronting him on this.

  I mean, I'm nothing to him.

  The second door on the left is opened by him, and I followed in behind him. The light is turned on and I got a full look at the four posted bed and a fireplace is lit. What does he do for a living? His house, especially his bedroom, are very well decorated.

  Since I only had a bra on, I felt incredibly aware of what my drunk alter ego got my sober self into is a weird situation and exposed. I tried to cover myself the best way I could. Damn! I wish I would have grabbed my thong.

  Like that would have covered everything.

  Did I want to stay in this room with Vincent? Is this a good idea? We already had great and amazing sex, what more can happen? Maybe a round two? I could be up for something like that. But that is when I felt my sex muscles and how they were sore.

  I mean, my vagina just got a pounding of a lifetime.

  "Um... did you want me to stay the night?" I asked him while I'm trying to make my way to the open door. I felt very naked and exposed and I wanted to leave. Now. Leave and take a bath.

  I noticed that he turned around to give me the full impact from his gaze. Vincent is really beautiful, stunningly so. "Baby doll, of course I want you to stay. Why would you leave?" He asked me while going to this big dresser and pulled out a shirt. The shirt is blue like his carpet. "Here, put this on," he handed me the shirt and then rubbed his index finger down my stomach while his eyes held mine and his lips formed a nervous smile. "I have an extra tooth brush in the bathroom. I really want you to stay here with me." I felt better after slipping it on since it hit my lower thighs. The shirt is snug against my body and hugs my curves.

  I felt as if I could melt into the floor because of what he just said. Of course it is connected to his massive bedroom. The bathroom is a light sky blue and the counters were white and so is everything
else. I brushed my teeth and left the bathroom. Vincent is wearing a pair of boxer briefs and getting the bed ready for us to climb in. His thighs were so muscular and tan. I wanted to run my tongue down them. I walked over to the other side of the bed and tried to calm my hormones.

  After further scanning his body, I noticed a series of five tattoos. One is a Chinese symbol. Another one is a series of tribal tattoos on his chest. There were probably three different designs. I browsed his arms that were stretched with muscles and there is a set of lucky dice on his bicep.

  "Are you enjoying the view?" Oh shit. I'm busted.

  I must not admit that he is the sexiest man alive and the fact that I want to lick him up and down. "Vincent, your house is beautiful. What do you do for a living?" I asked him as I adjusted the king sized pillow on the left side of the bed. Surprisingly enough his sheets were a royal blue in silk. With the sheets pulled off the pillows, I'm able to climb in the bed. His bed is so comfortable that it felt like a cool and fluffy cloud. Before he could answer my question, I got myself comfortable and laid my head on the pillow. My eyes started to close.

  With Vincent now next me, he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said: "Don't worry your pretty little head about what I do. Just know that I can take care of myself. Good night, beautiful."

  He probably said more but I crashed.

  *

  I awoke to hearing laughter and smelling cigar smoke. The spot next to me is empty. After realizing where I am and what happened yesterday, I placed my hand over my mouth and tried to find my clothes. Maybe they were in the bathroom. With my teeth now brushed, I gave up on trying to find my clothes since it is obvious they weren't in here as memories from last night flood through my mind.

  Reality came flooding in. I just went home with a stranger from the bar and had some world rocking sex with said man! My muscles screamed in protest when I tightened my thighs. Yeah, my sex muscles got the work out of their life.

  What they say about Italians are true.

  Vincent's door is half cracked and I made my way through it very quietly. The hallway is still lit beautifully even though it is daylight and those lights were not needed anymore. While I made the trek down the stairs, I heard multiple voices with the same accent as Vincent. I needed to find my clothes so I could leave. "Holy shit!" I said to no one but myself after I remembered that we took his car and my friends took my car home with them.

  I slowing walked down the stairs and took a deep breath. On the last stair, I smoothed my hair. With my feet now on the main floor, a group of men turned to look at me and smile.

  Holy shit. If I felt naked before, I now felt as if I were an animal in the zoo.

  "Savannah, you are awake. I hope me and the guys didn't wake you up." He signaled to the group of ten men and smiled at me. "Gentlemen, this is a friend of mine and her name is Savannah. Baby doll, these are the guys." The men started to smile and nod at each other. "This is John, Billy, Leo, Johnny, Luke, Vinny, Donnie, Sal, Humberto and Ronnie." While listing these names each of them waved at me with a smile. Everyone of them is wearing a suit and looked as if they just left church.

  What did Vincent do for a living?

  Here I stood in front of these men only wearing that blue shirt... Nothing underneath. Holy shit, I forgot that I took my bra off in the middle of the night. I scanned the room hoping to find any of my discarded clothing. My cheeks burned when I seen my skirt sticking out from underneath Ronnie and then I realized that he is the other man from last night.

  Vincent held his hand out to me since I am just standing stupidly in the hall next to the great room. I took three steps and noticed that he is in a huge captain chair and he looked as he were the head of this meeting. "Baby doll," he said as I took his hand and he pulled me down so he could whisper in my ear. "In the fourth drawer of my dresser. Pick whatever you want to wear, and then come down and sit with us." I'm incredibly surprised with the amount of authority in his voice.

  I'm even more shocked at how turned on I am.

  I smiled and then retreated towards the stairs that brought me ecstasy only a few hours before. Up the stairs and down the hall towards his room, I entered his room. The lighting is exquisite and I would have thought this place would be cold and sterile, but it is inviting with decorations. Pictures of the outdoors lined the walls in thick frames that displayed waterfalls and gondolas.

  Hell, even I wanted to be transported into the pictures. Life seemed easy and refreshing. Man, those are two things that I crave right now.

  No mater how inviting it is, I wanted to leave. I couldn't though because I had no way of getting home. If I could just find my cell, I would be able to get a hold of Anne or someone. It is obvious that I didn't belong here, especially while he is holding some meeting with a whole bunch of men. What kind of man leaves a woman in his bed in only a shirt without warning her there is a group of guys downstairs? Creepy.

  That fourth drawer is filled with designer sweat pants. Pumas and Adidas. I started to rifle through the drawer to find a set of pants that would fit my curves. Silently and something I would never admit, I wanted to look sexy for Vincent. I wanted him to know what I had. Granted, he got a slight taste last night on the stairs. Rifling through his drawer, I found a pair of green tear away Puma pants and what is under the pants shocked me.

  There were stacks upon stacks of hundred dollar bills. I covered my mouth because I felt a scream coming on. After grabbing the pants, there is another surprise. A gun. I don't know much about guns, but as I picked it up I knew it is heavy. The gun weighed so much in my hand but I'm curious about it. I knew that some people kept guns for protection but I didn't know that people didn't keep them in a safe.

  My father had guns that he kept in a safe at the end of the hallway and in the basement that held about six different types of guns each. As a kid, I would try to open the safe to look at them but my father said that guns weren't for his little princess. After they passed away, the estate sold all of the guns and put the money into a college fund for me, so I was never able to experiment with them.

  "What is going on here?" I asked myself. I'm more confused than ever. A gun and stacks of money is just something that I can't fathom. I racked my brain trying to think of a time when I seen that much money... yeah... Never.

  Just as I'm putting on the pants, the door opened and there is the associate. My annoyance didn't want to be hidden and I tried with everything that I'm to not unhinge my jaw and swallow him whole like he is my prey.

  Does he not know how to knock? Fuck. "Miss, Mr. Vincent is wondering when you were going to come back down. The guys are still here and want you to come back down."

  "Yes, I'm on my way. Do you know where my purse is? I don't want my friends to worry about me. Also, what does Vincent do for a living?" I asked the last question quietly. What is truly fascinating is the mere fact that I wanted that question answered after we had sex.

  He ignored my questions all together. "Mr. Vincent will tell you need to know. Please, come."

  What is happening? I followed the associate down the hall and down the stairs. The men were still sitting casually but I heard Vincent's voice as I walked through the foyer to the great room. I stopped before entering and the associate walked off. Good riddance!

  "With all of the politics in the administration, I want Savannah to be clocked. She will be my comare. In this borgata, I'm the man of honor, and she will be my lady. Please do as much as you can to ensure her safety."

  "Are you talking about bringing her into our borgata? Do you really think she can handle it? What do you even know about her?"

  Vincent spoke again; "I did a search on her and she is a real estate agent and it appears to my associate that she is legit, however she is going through a divorce to her high school sweetheart."

  I made my presence known at this time. "Vincent!" I said with all the confidence that I could master and a majority of it isn't confidence that I truly felt. "How do you know all of thes
e things about me? I couldn't help but hear you talking about my personal life. I was drunk last night, but I know I wasn't drunk enough to tell you I'm getting divorced." I looked around for some place to stand or sit so I didn't look like a fish in a shark tank. Vincent must have sensed that I'm feeling uncomfortable because he grabbed my hand and put me on his lap. Again his arms were possessive and it felt way too good. I just thought that this is a one night stand. Never in my wildest imagination could I have pictured this.

  He whispered in my ear and said: "Baby doll, we didn't mean any harm. I feel like we had a connection last night. If you don't feel the same, my associate will drive you home." His breath is hot on my ear and I instantly got turned on. My cheeks now feel as if they are on fire. He now addressed the guys and said: "Savannah is allowed and welcome to be here as long as she wants." There he goes again with the explanations to everyone but me. I'm so confused and I couldn't help but resent the fact that he is handing out answers but not answering any of my questions.