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“Princess, I need a taste of your sweetness.” I kiss down her neck. When I get to her perfect A-cup breasts, I suck a nipple in deep. Her back arches, stuffing more of her breast in my mouth, and I take it all. The thought of my child suckling on her breasts causes my cock to jump against my fly. I’m taking this woman as mine. She has always been mine and always will be.
I move to the other breast and love it too. Her sweet scent of buttercups washes over me, and for the first time in two years, my body settles. I’ve needed her. She digs her nails into my skin, and I can’t stop the nip of my teeth as desire courses through my body. She cries out, but not in pain. I watch her face as she orgasms just from nipple stimulation.
I kiss and lick down her body. “You are fucking mine. I’ve tasted you, and I’m never leaving you again. No one will ever keep me away from you again.”
“Yes,” she sighs, and I push her legs open wide so my shoulders fit. She smells so good. I can almost taste her already. “Please,” she begs. “I want you to have it. It’s always been yours.”
“Mine,” I growl before I slide my tongue through her folds. She moans and then muffles the sound. I look up her body as I open her nether lips and see her pretty little clit. “Cry out your desire. Let everyone know you are mine.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she cries out like I told her to. I’m starving for her. Two years of not being near her has made me a madman. I’m not gentle, but I’m thorough. When Islide a finger into her, the walls of her vagina are so tight and flex harder as I continue to suck and nip at her. I force a second finger into her, and she continues to moan and cry out my name. The taste of her on my tongue causes me to almost come in my slacks. I need to relieve some of the pain.
I take her higher. Suck her clit harder and continue to finger her, rubbing her G-spot, trying to send her over. Her body coils and tightens, trying to pull my fingers in deeper. Her juices gush as she cries my name. I pull out my fingers and lick her up before I reach down and open my pants.
Rising up over her body, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands grip my waist and pull me down on her body. She rocks against my bare cock, and her heat almost undoes me. I want her. I want to bury myself deep inside her and mark her as mine. I want my baby in her belly so everyone knows she’s mine. But I don’t want to take her like this. I push up, removing the temptation. On my knees, I slide one hand through her folds, circling her clit and fingering her, as my other hand grips my cock and I start to jack off.
“Please, Spencer. Please take me. Make me yours.”
“Princess, when I take you, it will be in our bed. You won’t think I’m a dream.”
She clutches at me, trying to pull me back, but I slide two fingers deep into her and she gets distracted. I work myself over and over, and just as I’m about to come, she is almost there too. Pulling her up onto my lap, I insert the head of my cock into her, feeling the spasms as she comes. Sucking me in deeper. I work my cock and come inside her. It’s fucked up and wrong, but I don’t care right now. The need to breed with her overwhelms me, and I can’t fight it. Jet after jet of cum sprays her insides. She cries out while writhing under me as I fall over her body, cradling her in my arms. Both of us spent.
Her soft breathing lets me know she’s fallen back to sleep. Carefully, I push myself up again. I look down and see my seed oozing from her body. I push it back in, knowing I could get her pregnant like this. She moans in her sleep, and I stand from the bed.
After getting a washcloth and cleaning her up, I pull my slacks off and climb into bed. I wrap my body around hers. I’m wearing my boxers, and she’s completely naked. She settles into me, and we both fall asleep.
chapter two
Vittoria
I’m woken up to a distant pounding and yelling. My head hurts. My body aches in a sweet way it never has before, and the big body wrapped around me lets me know it wasn’t a dream. He was real, and he’s here with me. He jumps up as the pounding grows louder.
“Bloody fucking wanker,” Spencer curses as he reaches for his pants.
I hear a tinkling sound as something hits the floor, and I roll over to his side. I look down and see my V necklace I’ve been missing for a long time. Dario got it for me for my eighteenth birthday years ago.
“Hey, that’s mine.” I reach for it, but his large hand covers it and he stuffs it into his pocket again.
“Mine now, Princess,” he says as he pulls me up and kisses me deeply. “Don’t tell him I was here,” he orders after he sets me back on the bed.
“Excuse me. Are you afraid of my father?” I jump up, taking the sheet with me as I move to my closet to get my robe.
He shakes his head and smirks at me as he pulls his shirt on then slips his shoes on next. “No. But for your sake, don’t tell him.” He follows me into the closet. “I’ve seen this body in all its glory. Soon I’ll take it too.” He chuckles before he pulls me into his big body again. Everything we did in the wee hours of dawn flashes through my mind, and a blush works its way up my body. “I’ll be in touch soon. Dario will take care of the Mustafa situation. Trust him. Keep an eye on your father.”
He moves to a side window and pulls it open before he’s out it and gone. I’m standing there staring at where he went when the pounding is now on my bedroom door. I head to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. I have love bites and beard burn all over my body. My nipples tingle and my core clenches at the memories again. I jump into the shower and am cleaning myself up when the memory of him ejaculating inside of me but not fully taking me hits me. I clutch at the wall.
“Cavolo,” I curse as I slap the wall of the shower. I can’t say more than crap. I’ve heard worse from Rio, but for some reason, I can’t say it.
If I could have flexed my hips, I could have lost my pesky virginity. If I get pregnant, my father is going to flip out. I take my time in the shower. Hopefully my father will have left by the time I’m finished so I don’t have to face him.
An hour later I’m dressed in all black. Wide-leg slacks and a mock turtleneck cap sleeve shirt. The legs of the slacks are so wide they look like a skirt. I slip on my heeled, tall, black cuff boots and grab my matching bag from the shelf. My clutch from last night is on the nightstand. I dump it and my mobile into my bag. I’m not the best with my phone, so when it pings, I’m looking around until I remember it’s in the bag. I pull it out and see the text message.
Your Man
Remember you are mine. Be a good girl and I won’t spank you when I come to get you later.
I look at the message again and his name. Last I knew, I had him listed as Jerkface in my cellular. I decide to frustrate him, just like he left me this morning.
Me
