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“Fuck!” I grunt against her lips. “You feel so good. This is everything. This is all I want. I knew you would be a perfect fit, baby.”
Melissa rocks her hips against mine, encouraging me to drill into her at any pace that pleases me. My toes go cold because all my blood flow is centered in my groin.
I love being face to face with her. Fucking missionary position, and I’m trembling like a goddamn teenager, trying to hold myself back from the edge.
“I love you, Melissa,” I admit, though she already knows as much. Brunello wasn’t happy that I moved her into the mansion a day after meeting her, but I think the head of the family knew when he took a look at the hearts in my eyes that there would be no keeping me away from Melissa.
Her kiss is tender yet firm, letting me know I can go harder without risking hurting her. I’m sure that’s exactly what I’ll do when I tire of this steady thrust that keeps me from coming too soon and ending the bliss before I can truly appreciate it.
“I love how tight you are,” I murmur, sucking on her lower lip. I hiss when she pinches my nipple, which makes me buck harder into her. I practically bruised her taut peaks when I had her all tied up, so I guess fair is fair.
My rhythm takes off when my hand finds its way to her solid B-cup. I love how soft they are, and that she lets me play with them whenever I want.
“Harder, Giovanni! You’re not going to break me. I need it rougher.”
Her dirty words nearly push me over the edge, but I bite down on my lip to keep from coming too soon.
I pull out so I can sit up, shift around and press my back against the headboard. Then I pull her onto my lap. That small space of separation was too much, enough to make me forget how delirious her pussy makes me when she clenches around my cock. “You want it rough? Make yourself come on my cock. I want to watch. I want your tits to bounce in my face.”
Melissa smiles deviously, and not just because I left the door open a crack to feed into her fetish for being watched. My brothers aren’t stupid enough to come near my bedroom, what with all the raunchy ruckus we’re making. Still, the scandal hangs in the air.
She straddles my lap and sinks down onto my dick, throwing her head back as she plays her clit like a violinist plucking a finely tuned instrument. Oh, how she sings for me. Her panting turns to moans when I tug at her sore nipples. She bounces up and down on my cock, taking what she needs at the exact angle she craves. She collects orgasms like a glutton, and I am her dealer without a soul. Over and over, I watch her moan for me, my eyes lidded when I cannot hold back a second longer.
She throws her head back as her walls clench in her final climax of the night. “Fuck! Giovanni, fuck me. Don’t stop!”
I take over the thrusting, going so deep that her knees lift off the bed.
A guttural sound I don’t recognize as my own erupts from me as I shoot off like a cannon, spreading my seed all the way to her womb. My thrusts are erratic now, and I know I’m gripping her too hard. But she can’t stop coming, and neither can I. I can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t think. All I know is that this is my woman, and I will always belong to her.
Melissa falls asleep in my arms that night, and in the morning, we start the first day of the rest of our lives.
The End.
