It had been six months since the Javon incident, and today I was finally moving into Gio’s house.
“I love you so much, Angel,” he said, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter, his hands steady and warm against me.
“You know I have a lot of clothes,” I said, grinning, “you’re going to have to give me half the closet.”
“All the space you want, baby,” he replied, leaning in to kiss me, slow and lingering.
“Where do you want this?” one of his men asked.
“Upstairs, in my room,” Gio said without hesitation.
“Since we’re going to that gala, can I borrow your car to hit the mall?” I asked.
“Nope, I'm going anywhere you're going love” he said, scooping me into his arms and carrying me toward the car.
“Fine, but let me grab my wallet—jeez,” I tried to wriggle free, but it was no use.
“You don’t need your wallet,” he chuckled, kissing my temple.
I rolled my eyes “Are you leaving your men at the house?” I asked.
“yes. I trust them,” he said, setting me down and opening the car door.
“Which one do you want to go to?” he asked as we pulled off.
“The far one,” I said, and he nodded, sliding his hands possessively over my thighs as we drove.
At a red light, he looked at me with that infuriating, soft smile. “Why are you smiling?” I asked.
“Because I have you, baby. You’re moving in, one day you’ll be my wife, and we’ll have six kids together.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Six kids? Not happening.”
“Why not?” he asked, still smiling. He kissed my hands.
“I don’t think I could handle six children coming out of me, Gio,” I said.
“Who knows? Maybe you will,” he teased.
I rested my hands on his thighs, and he smirked. “I’m just placing my hands there—no need to get hard,” I teased.
Once at the mall, I kissed him softly. “You look so handsome, baby.”
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“What? Are you okay?” I asked, then notice how hard he is over a kiss
“Yeah, baby,” he said, voice low. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. "just give it a minute"
We wandered the mall, picking up more shampoo and other essentials. At the dress store, I held up two options. “I’m trying these on—wait here.”
“Fuck no,” he said, following me into the fitting room.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. obviously wanting him to come with me
Inside, I started changing. “Stop staring,” I teased.
He didn’t. He sat there, biting his lip, eyes glued to me. Men spreading like I wouldn't fuck him right here for looking so danmm good
I slipped into the first dress, then turned.
“What do you think?”
“You look beautiful, baby… so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice thick. I noticed him shifting in his seat.
I changed into the black one. When I turned, Gio’s jaw was tight, his eyes dark. “Fuck, baby… you look fucking gorgeous.”
He stood and pressed me against him, lips claiming mine. My moan was muffled against his mouth as his hands roamed, tugging at the fabric until he whispered, “Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, heat pooling in me. His smirk sent shivers down my spine.
He lined himself up, teasing, and I gasped. “Fuck, Gio,” I whispered.
“Stay quiet for me, baby,” he growled, slamming into me.
“Fuck, I love you,” he moaned, thrusting deep. “I love all of you.”
He bent me over the wall, and I held on tight, whimpering.
“You feel so fucking good, baby fuck,” he whispered, relentless, making me tremble.
“Fuck, Gio… I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me, baby,” he urged, and I did, shivering against him. He followed, and the warmth of him spread through me.
He lifted me into his chest, rocking me slightly. “I fucking love you, you know that?”
I nodded, speechless, too spent to move. He helped me put my normal clothes on, his little smirk not leaving his face cause I couldn't even speak.
He then set me on his lap, holding me close. Letting me catch my breath “We’re taking both dresses,” he said, voice soft but full of heat and promise.
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