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“God, Nico, that feels…. Fuck! Oh!”
I’ll admit that loud lovers were never my thing, but Emelia? She makes it sound like music. I will fuck this asshole, and her mouth, and her pussy. All of it. The jealous man in me will erase any lover before me. Because no one, and I mean no one, can compare to Nico Dante Valiente. I’m arrogant, prideful, and cocky, the worst traits any man can possess, but I do it so fucking well, and she will beg for it.
“Come again, Emelia. Reward me. You owe me a thank-you.” I slap her clit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck you!” She detonates around my plunging fingers, cursing me while she does.
“Good girl. Now, be a good wife and hate-fuck me, Emelia, because we all know you want my well-trained cock.” I drop onto my back, positioning myself on the pillows, placing my hands behind my head. I watch her breathe heavily, trying to regain control.
“Condom?” she asks, finally moving and straddling me. What a sight. Beautiful, full breast, a soft stomach, and thick thighs so deliciously wrapped around me.
“We don’t use them. You are my wife, and we will never have sex with condoms,” I tell her.
Her eyes penetrate me.“I’m on the pill, but how do I know you’re clean?”
“I tested before the wedding. You’re fine. Now what are you going to do, Emelia? I’m growing impatient, and I’m ready for my wife to show me what a dirty slut she can be.” Her thighs clench, and she audibly whimpers, a failed attempt to hide her obvious arousal from me.
“Ride me, wife. Become the officialreginaof this outfit.”
The queen.
My match has been made. And we are about to dance on the graves of those before us.
Slowly, she lowers herself on me, hissing as she takes each inch, and I let her have full control. Watching her take pleasure is like the high that comes with an illicit drug. Euphoric. Each inch. And she fits me tightly—ohfuck, the tightness.
“Am I doing okay?” Her eyes go doe-like, and I know what she’s wanting.
“So good. You’re taking me so well, principessa.”
“Yeah, does it feel good for you?”
As she lowers herself nearly to the hilt, I eye her deeply.
What is she doing?
How have I never experienced this type of lover in the bedroom? Submissive and needy? A turn-off to some, but for me—this is exactly what I want, right here and right now.
“Feels like you need to roll those hips and ride me.”
Throwing her head back, she does just that. And part of me instantly gets blood-boiling angry, filled with jealousy. She fucks good, and that means Damian had enough time to teach her.
I should have been her first.
“Faster and harder. Take it, Emelia. Don’t be shy,” I demand, grabbing her hips and helping her bounce, then drop all the way to circle her hips. But it’s not enough. I want to fuck the anger and jealously swirling in my stomach right out of me.
“Fuck this.” I move us swiftly, turning us so that I’m now on top of her. Taking her hands, I pin them above her head and start to thrust into her, trying to split her up the middle.
“Oh! Uh! Nico! Right there. That feels….” Her eyes roll back as I hit the perfect spot in her repeatedly.
“Yeah, no one has ever fucked you like this, have they?”
She doesn’t answer, and I'm sure it's because the pleasure is overstimulating, but I won’t take just her moans as obvious satisfaction.
“I want words.”
“No. No one has. Ever! I’m coming! Nico, I’m coming. Tell me to!” she screams, and my chest swells with pride.
“Come for your husband. Be my little slut and come for me.”
