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I notice how dark his eyes have gotten, and I know he’s barely holding on. He’s dying to take over. I need him to lose control. I want to feel that thread break and have him take me like I’m the only woman to ever do this to him. There’s nothing sexier than having your husband want you more than anything.
I take a deep breath through my nose, relax my jaw, and take him deep once again. This time, my nose is pressed against his groin as I take every inch of him into my mouth. I gag once again, and this time, his hands tighten harder than ever as he takes over. That thread has gone. He holds me still, until I’m gagging hard. Tears spring to my eyes, and he pulls back.
His teeth bared, he starts to fuck my face. He thrusts deep, fast, and hard. Over and over again. I’m fucking soaked. I’ve never been so turned on in my life as I am right now. “That’s it, mia bella ragazza, take my cock.”
I shiver at the sexy tone of his voice. He’s watching me with hooded eyes, darkness swirling in them, but it doesn’t frighten me. No, it only turns me on. He pushes deep into my mouth, and I can’t help but grind against the floor. I’m too horny. I can’t control it. “Ggg,” I moan around his cock.
One of his hands moves from my hair and slides down to my dress. He pushes the tiny strap down and frees my breast. His fingers pull at my nipple, and it sets me off. I practically swallow his length and moan long and hard as he plays with my erect nipple.
“Fuck,” he snarls as I swallow around his length again. “I’m going to come,” he says, his voice thick and husky. “Baby, pull back,” he says.
I shake my head. I want to taste him. I’m not pulling back.
He releases a growl and thrusts deep into my mouth once more. His cock swells, and he explodes. Rope after rope of his cum splashes the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop of his cum, all the while never taking my eyes off him. God, I love it when he looks at me with that sexy as sin look.
I release his cock with a pop. I’ve cleaned it completely, not wasting a drop.
He reaches for me, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms sliding around his neck. His eyes darken moments before his lips cover mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, taking my breath away. I cling to him as he walks us toward the bedroom, his cock thickening with every step he takes. My dress is riding up at my hips, and I can feel his cock pressing against my soaked panties.
Our mouths are fused together. There’s nothing better than him kissing me. Nothing feels better than him touching me. I will never get enough of him. He’s my everything.
He lies me on the bed and pulls my panties off my body. “God, Portia, you’re fucking drenched.” His usually brown eyes are almost black as he leans over me. He positions himself between my legs, his cock thick against my wet pussy.
Tilting my hips, he plunges his cock into me. I gasp at the fullness of him; the way his thick cock stretches me. I release a low moan. God, he feels so thick, so fucking big.
He withdraws slightly and then pushes into me, feeding himself inch by inch. He’s going to make me come. I’m so crazy with need, it’s not going to take much to set me off.
“Never doubt how much I love you, Portia. Never ever doubt that.”
The sincerity in his voice has my breath hitching. “With every beat of my heart,” I whimper as he delivers a punishing thrust.
“Damn fucking straight,” he snarls as he rotates his hips, thrusting harder and harder into me. I’m spiraling. God, he’s so fucking good at this. He makes me insane with need. His fingers tighten on my hips, biting into the flesh.
“Come for me, mia bella ragazza,” he says through clenched teeth. His thrusts become brutal, each one deliberate and precise, hitting deep inside me.
My pleasure is rising, and my body trembles with anticipation.
“Come, mia bella ragazza,” he growls, his fingers biting into my skin at my hips. I gasp as his thrusts get harder and faster. My pleasure is skyrocketing, taking my breath away from me. My orgasm hits me like a tornado, ripping through me and sweeping me up in its path.
“Dario,” I scream, his name a plea from my lips.
He pistons his cock in and out of me. His lips slam down against mine as he kisses me again. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he thrusts harder. I know he’s close to the edge, so I rake my nails along his neck and shiver at the pure, unfiltered love that shines in his eyes. His cock swells, and he thrusts deep into me. My pussy contracts around his cock, and he groans low and long. “Fuck, Portia, I’m coming,” he grunts as he spurts his cum inside of me.
He collapses on the bed beside me, both our breathing ragged and my head spinning. How does he always manage to make me soar when we’re together?
I turn on my side and reach for him. He twines his fingers with mine, and we rest our hands on his stomach.
“Ti amo, mio marito,” I say, a little breathless.
He flashes me that grin I love. “Ti amo, mia bella ragazza.” He presses a kiss against my lips. “You do know that when Nonna finds out we’re married, she’s going to want to come home, and she’ll force us to marry again, right?” he says with a chuckle.
His nonna has been in Italy for the past nine months. She split her time between Dario and Rocco’s house when Dario lived in Chicago, but she couldn’t get past the hurt she felt, along with the guilt, for not realizing that her son was hurting her grandchildren. From what Jade has told me, she’s been enjoying her time in Italy and seems to be finally releasing the guilt and heartache.
“Is that something you would want?” I ask.
“We’re already married. We wouldn’t have a ceremony, we’d have a blessing, but as I said, we’re already married, and the only person who matters to me is you.”
Tears spring to my eyes. Gah, he’s turning me to mush once again. He’s going to have me a blubbering mess if he continues.
