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He hums in appreciation as my hand slowly pumps along his thick base, my eyes meeting his. “Is this right?”
With a nod, one of his palms cradle the side of my head, his fingers tangling in the damp strands of my hair.“Perfetto.” Perfect.He pulls my face closer until my lips brush along the throbbing mushroom head of his cock.
My tongue comes out to tentatively swipe across the tip. Swallowing down the salty pre-cum, another hum vibrates from his chest, his hips lightly pushing up to press against my mouth.
“Open for me,cuore mio.”
I do as he instructs, the soft, velvety skin of his dick slipping past my lips to sit heavy on my tongue. His teeth clench, jaw flexing as I look up at him through my lashes, the hand in my hair gently guiding my movements. He doesn’t push my head all the way down, just keeps my mouth on the tip, letting me adjust as he moves me up and down. With his other hand, he guides my palm, working the base of his cock.
“Just like that, Bev. Fuck, your mouth feels good.” His praise swells in my chest, my movements growing a little bolder as I attempt to suck him deeper. He moves his hand from mine, his hips rising to meet my mouth in short little thrusts, encouraging me to keep going. “That’s it,fuck, that’s such a good girl.”
Emboldened, I work him faster, his hum of appreciation strumming along my skin.
He hisses through his teeth, hand sinking deeper into the damp strands of my hair to tug at my roots as he pushes my head farther down. My eyes rise to find his through my lashes as I oblige his not-so-subtle request. “Puoi andare più a fondo. Bavaglio per me, piccola.” You can go deeper. Gag for me, baby.
His hips shift, encouraging me to do as he instructed, and I take a deep breath through my nose and flatten my tongue, taking him deeper until I’m forced to break eye contact and my lips meet my fist. Remy’s fingers loosen in my hair as I bob on his dick, spit dripping from my lips to slicken the path for my hand as I work him. His sweet little murmurs are stroking along my skin, every syllable curling my toes into the sheets as he hums his appreciation. Knowing I’m the reason for his pleasure turns me on, each shallow breath making me squeeze my legs together, thighs slippery with my own slick as I drench my panties.
I fight back a gag as Remy thrusts hard into my throat, my face pulled from his lap and shifted so that he’s peering down at me with blown pupils. His palm wipes the spit from my chin, tugging me up so that I’m sitting on my knees, and his tongue is swiping the taste of him from my mouth. Palming my waist, he flips me onto my back, his body rolling with me to pin me under him with a hiss of pain.
“I want to watch you come,cuore mio.”
My panties are tugged down my legs, the slight pinch of Remy’s lips the only indication that he feels pain with the movement. Large, warm palms run along the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wide for him. Two thick digits run along my slit, dipping into my slick so that he can drag it up to my clit, soaking the throbbing bundle of nerves with my own cream. His dick presses into me, slipping into my pussy with a wet slap as his fingers pinch and tease at my clit. It’s almost too much at once, my back arching at the overwhelming sensations running along my spine.
Sitting up on my elbows, my lips press to his, the kiss growing deeper as our tongues fight to taste each other. His fingers pinch into my waist as he slaps into me, thumb pressing against that bundle of nerves as he trails wet kisses over my chest, leaving marks in his wake. I’m already close to an orgasm, my teeth biting into my lip as his tongue wraps around one of my nipples. Three more wet slaps of his balls against my pussy and my orgasm bursts through me, drawing his name from my throat like a raspy prayer as I sink my nails into the skin of his shoulders. He continues pumping through it, groaning against my clammy skin as I clench around him.
Remy’s lips move up to find my neck, and I raise my heavy arms to hold him to me, bringing his lips to mine for another soft kiss. His thrusts are growing more erratic and choppy, lips brushing along mine with his movements as we share breaths. I let my legs fall to the bed, butterflying for him as he gets closer to losing himself. Remy palms my face with one hand, groaning against my mouth as he sprays my insides with his cum, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as he works his hips in slow, lazy thrusts to draw out his pleasure.
Honey browns stare down at me as we both breathe heavily, our skin sticky and hot against each other. His dimples flash, tugging a smile from me. I don’t even know why we’re smiling, but it makes my heart thump for an entirely different reason. He drops his face into my neck, arms pushing up under my head and back to hug me, his weight heavy but comforting. I loop my arms around his neck, mimicking his posture, and press a kiss to his ear.
My eyes land on the clock hanging on the wall, gut twisting at the time. My nose snuggles deeper against his skin and my eyes shut, breathing him in. I know I’ll fall asleep and he’ll be gone by morning, but for now,he’s mine.
“What are you thinking,cuore mio?” Remy adjusts slightly, but stays inside me, his breath warm against my cheek.
I swallow, turning my face to look at his with a smile I don’t completely feel. “Nothing.”
Chapter Three
BEVERLY
My fingertips burn around the edges of my to-go coffee cup, my throat burning as I swallow it down even knowing it’s still too warm. It’s the only thing I can do to keep both my hands and mouth busy as I sit in the library with Gavino. Thumbing the soft edges of my book with one hand, I keep the cup in the other, pretending to be hyper-focused on the ink-lined pages in front of me.
When Gavino had asked me out today, I obliged out of duty, but in all honesty, spending time with him now isn’t nearly as pleasant as it was before. Whether it’s because I knew he’d snaked his way into marrying me or because I continued to fuck his brother, a married man, behind his back, I don’t know. The latter makes me feel dirty when I really think about it—so I justdon’t. But Ididdo everything within my power to avoid conversations that involved Remy or his wife.
Especially with Gavino.
I jump at the slight brush of Gavino’s fingers along the top of my hand, my eyes snapping up from where they’d blurred along the book page to his face.
“Thank you for joining me today.”
I smile, knots twisting in my gut as his fingers brush along mine, twinning them together. “Of course. Thanks for inviting me.” My skin burns where it’s connected to his, the touch is strange and inherently feelswrong. I lightly pull my hand away with an excuse to do so heavy on my lips. “Sorry, I need the next page.” I give him an apologetic smile while flipping the page, my hand dropping to hide in my lap once I’m finished.
Gavino has become come very touchy-feely since the wedding announcement. It’s partially my own fault, considering I never told him Ididn’twant the affection, but would it matter even if I had? We were arranged to be married by the coming spring, I should want his affections, shouldn’t I? Even if I wasn’t stuck on Remy, a part of me knows that Gavino never would have been more than a friendship to me, despite how many times my mother has tried to say otherwise.
“You know, I thought about this often,” he says, drawing my attention from where I’d been pretending to read.
“What?” I ask, taking a drink of my coffee to stop myself from pulling away when he reaches to brush a piece of hair from my cheek.
“The two of us hanging out as more than just friends.”
