I didn’t let her come. I edged her. I wanted her to explode against me. I wanted her to know what it meant to be my woman. I wanted her to know that it meant taking whatshewanted.
When she began pumping her hips into my face and her mewls had turned into cries, I suckled her clit. Wet, open-mouthed kisses as I slurped on her juices.
Sliding two fingers into her, I primed her G-spot, prepping her for the main event.
When her abdomen juddered and she slumped into the cabinet, I felt the soft trickle as her body conceded defeat to mine. The taste of her—I gave her that moan.
Loud and long as I savored her.
She tasted like sin. Likemine. Like every best decision I’d ever made and every worse one combined.
Her hoarse sob butchered my name but I took it, especially when her legs clamped around my head and she nearly fell off the counter as she rode the wave.
Only when tears fell from her eyes did I stand. I pulled my dick free from the confines of my pants and I slotted it into her. She was tight as fuck thanks to her orgasm, and the pressure of my dick inside her had her jerking upright, hands clutching at my arms as she gasped for air while I filled her.
Rough exhalations permeated the air between us as she slowly took me. Her swollen walls had me moaning. “Fuck,duci, you make me forget English.”
Her hazy eyes sharpened. “Speak to me in Sicilian then.”
So I did.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered in my native language as I caught her mouth with mine. “Your pussy is my home.” I trailed kisses along her jaw. “I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that you’re going to feel me for days. I want your children to be mine, lioness. I want you to be my tomorrow. Youaremy future.”
As I anointed her with words, she squirmed against me until I finally thrust into her. She was tighter than a vise but only clamped down on me once I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Thuddy—just the way she liked.
She jolted, tension invading her limbs as her nails dug into my shirt-covered spine. She scraped those claws over my shoulders, scratching where she could until, at last, she began to fight me.
Her hips rocked into me, fucking me in turn, as her heels bit into my ass.
“I want you so bad, Stan. I always want you. I can’t stop wanting you. It’s this fire inside me. It only comes to life when we’re together. I love the me I am around you.”
“Don’t take any shit,principessa mia.” I uttered the words against her lips, our foreheads brushing. “That’s how I want you. Know your worth, Kitty, because I do.”
She shouted my name as she came, and I swallowed it down as I kissed her, uncaring that my mouth was drenched in her and she might not like it. I fucked my tongue into her to quell the noise, and I gloried in her release as I pumped my cock into the only pussy I ever wanted to feel wrapped around me.
I didn’t see stars.
I saw the Milky Way.
I’d screw up. It was in my nature. And this woman, my lioness, would never let me get away with anything. She’d bust my balls and I’d take it, every step of the way, just for the privilege of beinghers.
THIRTY-FOUR
KITTY
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“Where are we going?” I called over the roar from the engine.
For the first time in our history, Stan hadn’t stuffed us into a town car, but a Lamborghini the color of rubies instead.
Honestly, he was such a poser sometimes.
“You’ll see,” he hollered, but his secrecy was worth it for the smile he flashed at me.
Tonight, life lit him up from the inside out, and I never wanted to see him any other way.
