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“Matteo, I want you so much,” I say, desire blurring my vision.
“Me too.” He slides his fingers under my skirt and then my underwear. Instead of taking it off, he shoves it to the side and thrusts three fingers into my wet pussy.
I gasp, aroused, lightheaded, and so desperate for this man. My passion for him is visceral—it’s like a limb. Without it, I’m not whole.
He removes the three fingers from me, my female juices still glistening on his skin, and traces them on my mouth. “Have a taste of your tight pussy.”
I take them, licking my female cream, savoring the dash of tanginess. He watches me, his eyes big and dark. I hold his gaze as a strong current of eroticism washes over me and, I’m sure, over him.
Having him insert his fingers in my mouth, in and out, and watch me while I lick my juices increases the level of intensity about to pop from my chest. I love him so much.
Then he removes his fingers and positions his cock against me.
I square my shoulders, anxious for the pounding. But what happens next is stronger than his massive cock.
He stares deep into my eyes and whispers, “I love you.”
22
Matteo
“I love you.”I say it again, louder, in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
It feels like the last layer of clothes has been stripped from me, and I’m naked, fully and completely for her. Even though I still have clothes on.
She stares at me, lips parted. Was telling her now a good idea? I couldn’t help it… My words slipped out, but my spontaneity doesn’t make them any less real. I love her.
A glint of affection hits her eyes, and her expression softens. “Really?”
My cock pulses in her pussy. “Really.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” I repeat for the third time, louder than the other two. My heart is doing aerobics in my chest as I thrust all the way to the hilt, withdraw halfway, and slam back into her deeper. “I love you,” I say again, feeling invincible.
“Yes,” she hisses as I slam in and out so fast that her breasts bounce, stretching the fabric of her shirt with each thrust. “Matteo. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
She clenches her inner walls. “Mine.”
I pull back my hips, slam all the way to the hilt, and kiss her forehead. “Yours.”
With a long moan, she comes apart, trembling, not letting go of me for one second. I roll my hips slightly to the side, then go deeper, harder, and the small change of angle does it for me—my core contracts for a moment, and then pleasure like I’ve never known explodes through me. I release my hot cum inside her, every bit of it, and she embraces me, kissing my neck.
She nods, resting her head on my shoulder, and I kiss the top of it. We sigh in unison as we step into a bubble of warm intimacy.
Hers. I am hers.
Before I picked her up in New York, I never dreamed I deserved a love like this.
But now, I am never letting her go.
23
Sienna
“How are the wedding preparations?”Clara asks as we walk through the garden behind my father’s home. The sun shines down on the plethora of flowers, manicured bushes, and a few bronze water features. My mom started taking care of this garden when she was still alive.
