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“I love your touch. Don’t stop.” I murmur.

The kiss deepens. He can’t get enough of my mouth. I press my shoulders into him. I rub my breasts against him. He growls.

Unwanted questions and fears enter my mind.Will he cheat on me? Will he ever love me? Is it even possible for a cold and cruel made man like Bobby to love anybody?

“After…are you going to see other women? What if can’t please you in bed?” I timidly ask.

“So many questions. Stop thinking so much. If you keep being insecure, I will strip you naked and spank your luscious ass until you can’t sit down.”

Oh my.

Will he lose interest after he has me?I am beyond caring. Beyond thinking.Take me.

He whispers filthy things in my ear, “this body is mine. I have never felt this way about a woman before. I am going to tongue-fuck you. Lick you raw. I want to taste how wet you are. I bet you taste delicious. I want to feast on your pussy. Never been so hard in my life. I am going to devour every inch of you. I want to watch when I make you come for the first time. You will come in my mouth. On my hands. On my cock. Once you have me you won’t want anybody else. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Sei la cosa più bella che mi sia mai capitata.”

I tremble. His hands stroke my naked back.

“I want you in ways I have never wanted anyone else. I don’t just want to fuck you I want to love you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will. I want to feel those pouty full lips on my cock. I want to come in your beautiful mouth. I want your pussy to ride my cock. I want your pussy to ride my mouth. I will train your pussy, your mouth, and your ass to take all of me. Sono pazzo di te. I am crazy about you.”

His Italian words calm me. He nips my neck. He marks me. I want his hands and mouth everywhere. I am his.Take me. I surrender.

Bobby

God, Gwen is beautiful. I need her naked.

Her first time. I want to fuck her like an animal. My cock hurts - throbbing for her pussy. I must be gentle. Patient.Loving? Fuck what does that even mean?

I have never wanted to eat a woman’s pussy as much as I want to eat Gwen’s. I do not eat out women because I don’t know where their pussies have been.

I cannot stop whispering filthy things in Gwen’s ear. I have never spoken Italian to a woman before. I want to soothe her. My Mother spoke Italian to me when I was little. I felt special. I want Gwen to feel special. I need her. I want her. My cock wants to come all over her.

I want her by my side. She is mine. No one will ever touch her except me.

Gwen

“You are fucking gorgeous!” Bobby exclaims as his hands stoke my thighs.

“Bobby?”

He growls in my mouth when I say his name.

“I have feelings for you,” I confess.

I cannot fight it. I want him to know.

“I know.”

I pull away from him and ask, “how do you know?”

“You would not let me touch you like this if you didn’t have feelings for me. Baby, you can’t hide from me.”

“Bobby- “

“Baby, you talk too much. You overthink everything. Isn’t it enough that I want to fuck you? You drive me fucking crazy.” He grabs my face to kiss me again.

I pull away, “but, you have been with so many women.”

I may have lost my heart to this man, but I don’t want to lose my soul.

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