We both moan at the feel of my heat wrapping around his dick once more. He leans back against the chair, bringing me along with him as he spreads my legs and resumes thrusting his hips. I feel even fuller in this position with his full length inside me.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me!” I babble.
“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s fucking this pussy so good. Fuck you’re so tight! You’re strangling my cock with this snatch of yours!” he moans. I stop moving my hips up and down and grind on himinstead, and it feels amazing. My clit is rubbing against his balls, making bliss course through my system.
There’s a mirror across from where we’re sitting, and I can’t help but look at the reflection of us. One of his hands is resting on my thigh while the other is on my belly, my legs are splayed as wide as they’ll go over his, and seeing his cock stretch my hole as it moves in and out of me is euphoric.
There’s a lust-filled and wild expression in my eyes and on my face as he increases the pace of his pumps inside me, and it isn’t long until he’s grunting, releasing his cum inside me. I let out a scream when he slaps my pussy directly on my clit, and I begin coming on his cock a second later.
I slump back against him, breathing hard. I feel his chest moving up and down on my back as he does the same, both of us trying to catch our breaths, his cock still lodged inside me, plugging me up and keeping his cum in there.
When we’ve caught our breaths again, he takes me into the bathroom and cleans me up before we settle onto our bed.
“That was the perfect end to our wedding night,” he says, pulling me into his arms.
“It was,” I sigh happily.
“Sleep, baby. Such a little girl taking so much cock in one night, you must be tired.”
“Mmm,” I mumble, already half asleep because all that sex has worn me out.
“I love you,” I hear him whisper, placing a kiss on the top of my head as I drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER 27
ARIA
Enzo and I have been married for about a week and a half already.Yeah, time sure does seem like it’s flying. I still can’t believe I’m married… we’re married!
It feels like I’ve been living on cloud nine since we tied the knot, though in the back of my mind, I’m a bit scared that I’ll wake up and find out it was all just a dream and I’ll still be trapped in that house with my father.
“Is everything okay,Tesoro?” Enzo asks, across the island from me.
“Yes. Sorry, I was just daydreaming,” I say, a soft smile crossing my face.
“About?”
“How this past week has been an absolute dream,” I sigh, happily.
Even though we didn’t do much—matter of fact, we didn’t even leave the penthouse once—except spend time together, laze around the house, explore the library he got for me, and watch movies, swim in his outdoor pool on his balcony, and get to know each other better, it was still one of the best weeks I’ve ever had.Oh, I also ate lots of amazing foods that he ordered and cooked.
At the moment, I’m just a little bummed because it’s Monday and he’s going back to work today. I know he needs to, because he took the whole of last week off to stay at home and spend it with me. I still can’t believe he did that, but now I’m going to miss having him around all day.
My eyes are glued to him as he makes breakfast for me. He’s already dressed, and I can’t stop staring at my man. God, it really should be illegal to look that freaking hot.
He’s wearing black slacks and a white button-down shirt that’s rolled up to his elbows and… arm porn. Need I say more?
“And I’ll miss you while you’re at work,” I finally remember to add in the last part of my thoughts after being caught up in staring at my husband’s hotness.Damn, I’ll never get tired of calling him that.
“I’ll miss you too, baby,” he says, and when my eyes finally make their way up to his face, of course, he’s smirking at me.
“You should button up those top buttons before you leave. I don’t want anyone at the office staring at my husband’s chest,” I grumble.
“I was planning to, babe,” he replies, chuckling at my possessive tone. “Don’t worry, this is all yours. And only yours,” he waves his hand over his body to show me what’s mine.
He’s still smiling when he brings my pancakes, omelet, and juice over to me.I really fucking love how this man takes care of me.
“Thank you. You really didn’t have to,” I tell him, because he’s the one who insisted he make me breakfast before he leaves for work. “By the way, you’re really amazing at this husband thing, you know?”
