“You’re going to have to open that throat of yours up if you want me to fuck it properly, baby.”
How am I supposed to do that? I already feel like I can’t breathe.
As if reading my mind, he says, “Take a deep breath and make sure to breathe through your nose. Relax as much as you can, and I’ll do the rest.”
I do as he says, letting him take over.
His hands tighten in my hair, and he picks up his pace, pushing farther into me each time.
Taking a deep breath, I try to relax as much as possible, and to my surprise, it works, allowing him even more access to me.
“Fuck,”he groans out. “Just like that, baby. Just”—thrust—“like”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“that.”
He pumps into me at an inordinate speed, filling my mouth with everything he has. When I glance up at him through glossed-over eyes, I can tell he’s close.
Moving my hand to his balls, I cup them, and that seems to do the trick. After just a few seconds, Massi says, “Holy fuck, I’m going to come.”
After a couple more thrusts, he lets out a deep moan, and hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat.
He fucks my mouth, giving me every last drop of his salty, musky self.
His thrusts get slower and shallower until he stops and pulls out.
I swallow everything he has and gaze up at him through tear-stained eyes.
Massi looks down at me with a satisfied smile on his face. “Look at these tears.” He wipes them away from my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “All for me… I fucking love it.”
He lowers his hand, wrapping it around my neck, then pulls me up to a stand and slams his lips to mine.
“You fucking ruined me six years ago, and now you’re doing it all over again,” he mumbles against my lips.
“What do you mean?” I ask, breathless from the intoxication of our kiss.
“That kiss at Suite 101 stayed with me all these years. I knew I’d never be able to have anyone else but you ever again, and now I don’t know how I’m supposed to go about my day-to-day without having you at every possible second.”
“What if you don’t have to?” I ask, gliding my nails down the backs of his arms.
His hand tightens around my neck. “Don’t commit to something you’re not ready to commit to,mia moglie,” he growls out.
“I’m not,” I say, breathless from the force he has around my neck.
A deep vibration comes from inside his chest and sounds an awful lot like a growl, then he spins me around and pushes me down on the bed.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” He climbs on top of me. A thrill runs through me when his hands find their way to the buttons of my pants.
“Every day from this day forward, I’m going to take you how I want, whenever I want. You understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp out when he starts pulling my pants down.
“Now I’m going to show you exactly what you can expect from this marriage,mia moglie.”
34
MASSIMO
Iclose my eyes, hovering over Liana’s core, and graze my nose over her underwear. “You smell fucking delicious.”
Opening my eyes, I run my tongue up her center, feeling her wet heat even through the lace material. “I can tell how much you enjoyed me fucking your mouth,mia moglie. Tell me how much you loved it.”
