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I take her chin, tilt her head up, and trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “Now, let’s remove it.”
“No.”
“Yes, Isabella. When I’m around, you get my cock,” I say and start unbuttoning my pants. “On the bed, please.”
I lower myself over her and reach to pull out the pussy plug. With the toy gone, I slide my cock inside her heat. Isabella pants and moans as I bury myself in her.
Instead of pounding into her hard, I slowly slide out, then in again, watching her face the whole time, enjoying the sounds of pleasure that leave her lips. My young little wife whom I’ve corrupted with my wicked ways. I don’t know what I felt for her before, but I know what I feel now, hearing her moan my name. I thrust into her again, and she starts shaking under me, but Ikeep sliding in and out, letting her ride the orgasm, and only allow myself to come after she’s done. When her body goes limp beneath me, I bend my head to whisper next to her ear, “I am so fucking in love with you, Isabella.” Then, I crash my lips to hers.
I watch him as he sleeps, his thick eyebrows, mouth that does the most sinful things, hair falling freely over his face.My Luca. I lean into him, tucking my face into his neck and inhaling his scent.
He told me he loves me last night. I never dared to hope those words would fall from his lips. It was always an impossible dream. And now that I’ve finally heard the words I’ve been so desperate for, instead of being overjoyed, I’m scared shitless. What if his memory comes back? I don’t think I could take it if Luca goes back to being his old self. It would be even worse than before the accident if he knows I tricked him into believing the farce I’ve created.
An arm wraps around my midsection, and suddenly I’m facing the wall with my back pressed to Luca’s chest.
“What did I tell you? How do you sleep?” he asks, his words whispered in my ear.
“With your finger in me,” I say as his finger circles my clit and then slips inside, making me gasp.
“If I ever again catch you lying next to me in any other way, there will be consequences, Isabella.”
“What kind of consequences?”
“I’m going to keep you in bed”—his finger slides out then in again—“the whole fucking day,”—he pinches my clit—“torturing you like this, without letting you come.”
His finger vanishes from my core, and I cry out, grabbing his hand and pressing it over my pussy. “Please, Luca.”
“Please, what? What do you need?”
“Your cock. Inside me.” I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve myself of at least some of the yearning in my core.
He turns me, his big hands holding on to my waist, and positions me above his cock, its tip teasing my entrance. I try sinking onto it, but he keeps me clutched in his grip, denying me the gratification.
“Do we have an understanding, Isabella? About the sleeping arrangement?”
“Yes.” I nod, gripping his forearms. “Please. I can't take it anymore.”
“Is this better?” he asks as he lowers me onto his cock.
I breathe deeply, marveling at the feel of him filling me up so completely. I start rotating my hips, trying to take even more of him inside. Luca’s hand comes to rest where our bodies are joined, and he massages my clit as he pumps into me from below. I’m already close when his hands come under my ass, and he lifts me only to slam me down onto his cock again. A scream escapes me as I feel the orgasm nearing. I close my eyes. He raises my body again, and I arch my back when his length invades my pussy in the next moment. Up. Down. Up. Down. The pressure in my core skyrockets, and I come with another scream.
When I slump onto his chest, his cock still feels hard, and his breathing is labored. I tilt my head up and raise my eyebrows at him. “Why didn’t you finish?”
“I like the feel of my cock inside you too much,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Luca...” I reach out and place my hand on his cheek, trying not to laugh. “You’ll give yourself a heart attack from the strain, baby.”
“No!” he barks. “And don’t you dare move. I’m holding on by a thread.”
“And how long do you plan on us staying like this?”
“For as long as I can control myself. Don’t fucking move, Isabella.”
He’s crazy. I won’t let him do this to himself.
“I need to tell you something,” I say.
“What?”
