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"Scoot forward."
She does, and I climb in after her. I plant my legs on either side of her, then pull her back into my arms and onto my chest. I adjust her so my dick settles happily in the cleavage between her butt cheeks. I reach around and shut off the tap. I lean back, and for a few seconds, there’s only the sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub.
"This is a big tub," she finally ventures.
"I’m a big man."
"I noticed." She wriggles her behind against my cock, which instantly extends to full-length. Just like that.
"Gesù Cristo.You’re pushing it, woman."
"Run out of steam already, old man?" She snickers.
"Who are you calling ‘old man’?"
"You, of course. I—” she yelps as I raise her, then position her exactly over my throbbing cock.
"Open your legs, Angel."
She does, and I lower her inch-by-inch onto my shaft
"Oh, god. That feels so good," she moans as my dick disappears slowly inside her.
When I’m buried inside her, up to the hilt again, a tremor runs up my spine. That melting sensation is back in my chest, in full force. I push it aside, focus on thrusting up and into her—long, deep strokes that flow one into the other, without stopping. In, out, in. I continue to propel up and into her until her body trembles, then stiffens. Her back arches, and I know she’s near. I grip her hips, and raise her off of my cock.
She whines.
Before she can complain, and I know she’s going to, I flip her around and position her entrance over my cock again. Then, I push her down, all the way down my shaft, until I’m, once more, up to my hilt in her hot, wet channel.
"Oh." Her mouth forms the sound, and her gaze widens.
"Che culo,that shut you up. Though, I admit, I had much more pleasurable ways in mind, if that didn’t work."
"Luca I—" she begins, and I tug her forward so I can cover her mouth with mine.
I kiss her and pull back. "Less talking, more fucking. Got it?"
"But—"
"No more words. I only want to hear the sound of you coming around my cock again, you feel me, Angel?"
Before she can nod, I pump up and into her, doubling my speed and hammering into her over and over again. Each time I drive into her, her breasts jiggle. Her nipples are dark and enlarged, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and taking a mouthful.
She cries out, then grabs hold of my hair and tugs. She pushes her chest forward, filling my mouth even more. I suck on her nipples, and my balls tighten. To see her breasts full and overflowing with milk as my child suckles on them… F-u-c-k, I almost come right then. I release her nipple, worship her other breast in the same way and she whines, "Luca, more, please, more."
I glance up to find her curls awry, her hair a halo around her head. She’s a goddess. My Medusa. My angel. My wife. She’s mine. I rise to my feet. The water flows off of me, and she pops her eyelids open. "What… Where—"
"Shh." I press a hard kiss to her lips. "Told you, no more words."
I step out of the tub, walk over to the counter with the sink, and place her on her feet. I turn her around, plant my hand on the small of her back, and push down. She bends, places her palms on the counter and leans forward. Her ass juts out. Her breasts hang heavy from her chest. I grip her hips, hold her gaze in the mirror. "Look at yourself in the mirror as I fuck you, Angel."
Her pupils dilate and color flushes her skin. Her chest rises and falls, and I notch the crown of my cock into her squelching, wet pussy. I tighten my hold on her, then I plunge forward.
46
Jeanne
In one smooth move, he plants his monster dick inside of me, to the root. One second, I’m empty; the next, he’s inside me, stretching me, filling me. He nails me with such force that my entire body jolts. He’s so big, so massive, it feels like he’s skewered me around his cock. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Try to draw in a breath, but my lungs burn. As do his eyes. His iridescent blue eyes glow back at me as he holds my gaze. I’m so full of him, so packed with his thickness, his presence, his dominance—which holds me in thrall—that I can’t move. I dig my fingers into the counter and watch his nostrils flare. His shoulders flex, his biceps—each of which are about the size of my thigh—knot as he pulls out of me. He stays balanced, with his cock at the entrance to my slit, then inch-by-inch, he buries his cock inside me. So slowly that I can feel every single ridge, every pulse, every silken centimeter of that beautiful shaft as he impales me.
