As desire fills my veins, I grow bolder and begin to kiss his chest, my fingers feasting on his six-pack.
He lifts me off my feet and moves us under the warm spray of water. “Let’s get the shower over with so I can have my wicked way with you.”
While we wash, we keep staring at each other, and the tension builds between us until it feels downright explosive. I can’t get enough of watching Augusto’s hands glide over his body, and when he strokes suds over his cock, a breath hitches in my throat.
By the time we step out of the shower and dry off, my skin feels super sensitive, and my heart is beating fast, anticipation buzzing in my chest.
I get a glimpse of him from behind and almost let out a groan from how hot he looks. His ass is firm, and COSA NOSTRA, a date, and VITALE are tattooed over his shoulders.
When he takes a step in my direction, I dart around him and into the bedroom while shaking my head. “Before you take all the control, I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Get on the bed, in the same position you were in while you were fucking me last night.”
His cock jerks, and an eyebrow lifts, his voice is much deeper when he says, “You keep talking like that, and we’re not going to make it to the bed.”
I watch as he gets onto the covers, and when he’s kneeling with his thighs wide apart, arousal coats my inner thighs at the incredibly erotic sight.
Crawling up behind him, I trail my fingers over the words on his back, asking, “What is the date for?”
“It’s when I took over from my father as the head of the family.”
I rub my hands over his skin, and it feels as if I’m getting drunk from touching his incredible body. I move to his side and press a kiss beneath his ear while I fist his cock and stroke him hard.
His cock feels feverishly hot, pre-cum already weeping from the tip because of his need for me.
“Jesus,” he groans.
With my other hand, I grab hold of his right asscheek and dig my nails into the firm muscle.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep going,” he warns me.
“This is for me.”
He turns his head in my direction, and seeing the burning hunger in his eyes, more arousal coats the valley between my legs. As I seal our mouths together, I stroke him faster while having my fill of massaging his ass.
“Fuck,” he grunts into my mouth, and knowing he’s close, I move in front of him, my other hand rubbing over his chest and abs.
Augusto watches as I touch him, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. His muscles ripple, and when his body jerks, his release hits my abdomen and stomach in spurts.
“Such a good husband,” I praise him.
Suddenly, he lunges for me, and within a second, I’m on my back, and his mouth clamps over my right nipple, his hands roving roughly over my skin.
“My turn,” he growls before he bites and sucks each of my nipples until I feel delirious with need.
Only then does he drag a finger through my slit, and when he feels how wet I am, a satisfied sound rumbles from him. “Such a wet pussy, drooling for my cock.”
I nod as he grabs a pillow then orders, “Lift your ass.”
When I do as I’m told, he pushes the pillow beneath me to keep my pelvis suspended in the air.
Augusto moves down my body, and his shoulders force my legs to open as wide as they can. A smile spreads over my face because I know what’s coming, and as his tongue swipes through my folds, I grab hold of the covers.
With every lick and suck, he speeds up his pace, his ravenous eyes remaining locked on my face as he devours me.
I’m so lost in this moment, there’s only Augusto and what he’s doing to my body as he pushes me closer and closer toward an orgasm.
