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I behold her sitting there on me, her blonde hair fallingdown her face and over her breasts. My beautiful, stubborn liar. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, and when she exhales, it sounds like a sigh of defeat. A second later, those mischievous green eyes open. Keeping a hold of my gaze, she grabs the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it off.
“Looks like it’s game over for both of us, cara,” I say and move my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down.
“Fuck you, Salvatore,” she whispers and crashes her mouth to mine.
I roll her onto her back, my body looming over hers, and drink in the sight of her. Finally, my little hellcat has succumbed. I rarely feel satisfaction, or any kind of excitement, but this, having my wife under me, can’t compare with any other sensation I’ve ever experienced. Milene wraps her legs around my torso, pressing her warm and waiting sex against my cock. I thought I might take this slow, savor the moment, and torment her a little by making her wait. I intended to drag it out for an hour or more before purposefully sliding my cock into her heat until it fills her completely. A rather odd plan because I’ve never wanted to take it slow with a woman before. For me, sex has always been a means of release. But not with her. Everything is different with my Milene.
I move my hand down her front and press my fingers onto her pussy. She’s so wet, silently begging me to fuck her into the stratosphere.
My cock is already close to bursting, veins pulsing. As Milene buries her nails into my back, I lose my composure entirely. I want her to moan, scream, and pant. I want to hear her yell my name... I want everything, and I want it now! I remove my hand and bury my cock inside her in onethrust. Perfect. Milene gasps and squeezes her legs around me. I slide in to the hilt, marveling at the sensation of my cock filling her.
Bending my head, I move my hand to grip her nape. “Look at me.”
Milene’s eyes open and she stares at me, her deep and heavy breaths fanning my face.
“Who owns you, Milene?”
She presses her lips together and squints her eyes a little. I withdraw my cock till it’s almost completely out of her trembling pussy. Milene’s legs tighten around me, trying but failing to keep me deep inside.
“I said...” I tangle my hands into the hair at the back of her head. “Who owns you?”
She pants, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me toward her, but she doesn’t utter a word. The urge to push myself all the way back in is infuriating, but I don’t move an inch, enjoying the way she’s begging with her eyes and her body.
I squeeze the blonde strands a little harder. “Who, Milene?”
“You!” she cries out.
“Me.” I slam inside her. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
Her hands travel up my neck, tugging at the back of my head, and she tilts her chin to stare up into my eyes. “I’m still mad at you, Salvatore.”
I slide out and slam back in, then lean to whisper into her ear, “I don’t believe you.”
Her hold on me tightens. Moving my hand between our bodies, I find her clit and tease it. Milene’s breathingquickens. I pull out my cock slightly, then thrust all the way in, massaging her both inside and out.
“Faster,” she breathes.
I place my lips at the curve of her shoulder, kissing the soft skin. “Are you still mad at me?”
“Yes.”
I slide my cock out completely, replacing it with a single finger. She wraps her hands around my upper arms and buries her nails into the skin.
“What is it, cara?” I ask and add another finger. “Is something bothering you?”
Oh, the look she gives me. Frustration in its purest form. Still, she doesn’t reply. Stubborn. So, fucking stubborn. I curl my finger inside of her and press onto her clit with my thumb.
Milene moans, and the hold she has around my arm tightens. “I want your cock,” she says finally.
I remove my fingers from inside of her pussy and bend to gently bite that lower lip she likes to chew. “Are you still mad at me?”
“No, damn you!” she cries out, and I slam my cock inside her once again, all the way up to my balls.
I push into her, slowly at first, my eyes locked onto her face. Then faster, until the bed creaks beneath us, and the headboard bangs against the wall as our bodies rock together.
Milene screams and presses her palms to the board above her head as she widens her legs, panting. My hand moves up her body to wrap around her throat, and I thrust into her even deeper and harder than before. Mine. I slide out only to slam back inside. Only mine. I stare at her—intoher half-closed eyes, at her mouth that’s red from her biting her lips. The mouth that fascinates me so much.
“Smile at me,” I bark as I rock into her.
