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My legs are shaky as I stand back up and face him. “You aren’t… done with me?”
He smirks. “You think I’m not going to make mywifecome on our wedding night? Oh no, baby. That’s not how it works. I won’t be done with you until you’re squirming and begging and moaning my name.”
Chapter Nineteen
Ava
Alessandro’s words send a shiver through me.Wife.I’m hiswife. Somehow, with my innocence taken and his cum all over my pussy, it feels real now.
This is who I am. What I’ve agreed to. I can’t fight it. All I can do is accept.
“On your back,” Alessandro repeats, patting the mattress again. “Right here.”
Hesitantly, I do as he says. Despite what we’ve already done together, I feel shy. This is all so new.
“Good girl,” he whispers, and just like before, it brings me a wave of satisfaction to know that I’ve pleased him. “Spread your legs for me now, baby.”
I must have waited too long to obey, because a second later, he pulls my thighs apart with his hands.
“You have nothing to hide from your husband,” says Alessandro, looking down at me. He’s still wearing most of his tuxedo, while all I’ve got on is my bridal lingerie with my panties on the floor. I’m embarrassed as he pries my legs open, revealing my cum-covered pussy.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shut up,” he whispers, smirking. “I do what I want.”
I fall silent as his hand makes its way between my legs, my breaths coming fast and heavy now.
“Fuck, I love seeing your pussy all messy with my cum,” he rasps. “Really makes it feel like mine, doesn’t it?”
I nod, all of my attention on his fingers. They stroke over my inner lips, glazed with white, coating themselves in his seed.
When they reach my clit, it feels almost like an electric shock.
“Yes,”I whimper, squirming against his hand. “That feels so good.”
Lifting my head, I watch as he makes circles around my little nub. His fingers move easily, slick with cum. He does it until I’m panting and my thighs are starting to clench.
“Oh my god,” I moan, the pleasure mounting. “Alessandro, I’m going to—”
“Not yet,” he says with a smirk, and stops fingering me.
“What? Whyyyy?”I whimper, squirming my hips. I was so close. God fucking dammit, I was so close.
“I want you to beg for it,” he purrs.
I glare absolute daggers at him. “Asshole!”
Immediately, his hand goes to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but it’s very, very clear what the message is. “Try that again. I would start with‘please, sir, can I come?’”
I pout, looking away. He just chuckles and resumes fingering me. Having his hand on my neck like that is a major, major turn on. Soon I’m squirming again, and can feel an orgasm mounting.
“What do you say?”Alessandro growls, slowing his movement. “I’m waiting to hear some magic words.”
No. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I buck my hips, chasing the pleasure of his fingers…
He brings me right to the edge again and then stops, smirking as I squirm in frustration. “I want to see you come tonight, Ava. Are you really going to deny me?”
“You’re the only one denying anything,” I pant.
