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“Like this?” She bends over to untie the bows of her heels, and her cunt is in full view. So clear I can see it glistening.
“You're doing such a good job, preparing for your husband.”
“Do you want to fuck me? Like this?” Stopping the work on her heels, she reaches back, separates her legs enough I can watch, and slides two fingers beautifully into her slick, sweet center. If I could die with this image, I would. In fact, I would like to take a picture of her just like this and hang it above our bed.
“Fuck your pussy. Because I’m not holding back tonight. You’re taking it all. Everything. I will even fuck that heart-shaped ass and claim it. You’ll be too damn sore to do anything but lay in bed.”
Emelia cries out, but it sounds more like a needy whimper than fear, all while her fingers simultaneously fuck her cunt, the sound of her wetness as loud as our heavy breathing. I love knowing that even though she is soaked, her cunt is still tight. That body was made for a man like me, built to take a husband who could fuck her into oblivion.
Unbuttoning my pants, I reach in and pull my cock free, gripping it with as much tightness as I know only her beautiful pussy can. No hand or other cunt on this earth can compare to the sweetness between her legs. Emelia and I may not know one another, and we are still in a loveless marriage, but when we fuck, it’s like we’ve always known one another. That’s the only time we can agree on anything. Lust and getting off.
We temporarily hang our daggers and pitchforks up in the corner, and we are lost to the insatiable need that eats people alive.
The devil is in the details, in every curve and inch of her body. What we do would make grown men cry just by witnessing it. But tonight, I’ll fuck her with respect. Not physically, but mentally. She is my ally, and we are now partners, and when she’s ready, we will take down her father. Who knew this could come from our deceptively arranged marriage. In fact, I convinced myself for weeks leading up to the wedding that she would never take my side and all she’d be is the portal for my heir before she’d run at the first hint of my plans.
“Faster. Fuck yourself faster. Don’t you dare go easy on that cunt,” I bark at her.
“I want it to be you. I’m hurting. Aching!” she cries, and I growl loudly. I don't even recognize the sound coming out of me.
“Yeah, you are. Ass up on the bed, baby.”
With enthusiasm, she rushes to the bed, working quickly to take her heels off when she gets there.
“No. Leave them on,” I groan, gripping the tip of my cock as I approach her. “Shoulders to the bed, and if you move, I stop,” I threaten. Watching her head bob an eager yes, I praise her, “Good girl.”
“I love it when you do that. But I also like it when you treat me like I’m filthy,” she confesses, and I grin and line my cock up with her entrance. Without hesitation, I enter her like a feral beast.
“Shit!” she squeals.
The image of her being impaled on my thick cock will never get old. Smacking her ass, then immediately pinching her thigh, I make her yelp.
“Nico!”
I fuck up into her, thrusting with purpose. I still have my shirt and my dress slacks on. The stark difference between her open and bare and me still hidden behind a mask, it makes it that much more thrilling.
“This means nothing more than fucking,” I remind her.
Or am I reminding myself?
Shaking my head, I try to rid myself of that thought. This is nothing. She is nothing. We are nothing more than business partners and really good at fucking each other. That’s all.
But even thinking about this throws me off.
“Nico? Please don’t stop.”
But I do. I need to get my fucking head in the game. I’m riding a high and getting my dick wet by really good pussy. That’s it.
Needing a minute, I think up something quick. When I pull out, she cries out for me, “Il mio re.”
Did she just call me her fucking king once again?
Fuck.
“Principessa, don’t talk until I tell you to. Put your face into the mattress. Understand?”
“Yes. Just please—”
I slap her ass, watching the thick roundness move with the strength of my touch. Emelia wants to beg, but she fights it, putting her face in the mattress and gripping the sheets. I move to my nightstand and pull out some lube. Watching her shoulders rise and fall in tandem with her desire, I move back behind her.
