Yet, there he is. Giulio La Rosa, my husband. My half naked and incredibly aroused husband.
Casting a quick look to the ceiling as if I can see beyond it to the sky above and the invisible wind of a deity hovering above us—hopefully in the very far distance because I certainly don’t want an audience for what I’m about to do to this man—I send a prayer of thanks to whoever made this possible. Because there’s only one reason an average girl like me is somehow married to a man who looks like Giulio.
Even Mean Daisy pops out and grins at me. Waving, she mouths one word before disappearing again.
Jackpot.
19
DAISY
Dickmatized: [verb] when the dick game is so good, you shove your morals aside and fall for the guy attached to said dick even if he is part of an elite criminal organization that sometimes maybe kills people. But then again, you’ve killed, too, so really, what good are morals anyway?
Giulio La Rosa is a god of a man. Defined chest muscles that I’ve only ever seen in movies and on TV shows. Thick, bulging biceps and small, flat nipples that I can’t wait to graze my teeth over. He’s a dream come true.
My hand itches to slap myself just to make sure it’s all real—thathe’sreal.
Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that would ruin the moment, and I would rather put my high school yearbook photos up on the Jumbotron in Times Square before I disrupt what’s about to happen here in this bedroom.
He comes down on top of me, all sinew and grace, his body moving over mine with restrained movements.
“Were you an athlete in school?” I ask, dazed at the pressure of his chest meeting mine. We’re skin to skin, him and me, with only the soft lace of my bra and underwear as barriers. I want them gone, but I can’t seem to make myself strip when all my hands want to do is spear into the thick, dark locks of hair at the back of his head.
“What?” Giulio blinks at me, confusion entering those pretty ice-blue eyes of his.
“You’re just so…”Stacked, my mind supplies, but I’m a little awkward about saying it aloud. So, instead, I let my words drift off and bite down on my lower lip as my fingers graze against the side of his neck and then move away to his shoulder. He’s rock-hard all over, and I do meanallover.
The iron pipe of an erection pressing against my lower belly is making my insides do all sorts of somersaults and weird gymnastic tricks that I couldn’t do with my whole body even if I wanted to.When was the last time I had good sex? Sophomore year of college?It definitely wasn’t with my last boyfriend. Maybe it was the drug dealer dude I hooked up with a time or two during my second year of university. He was a hell of a good time.
As my fingers drift further down over the man above me, moving from his hair to his biceps then his chest, I lightly pat the dark swath of curly hair in the center. Giulio promises to be ten times better than any of them. He certainly kisses better than any of them. The defined slabs of muscle that make up his abdomen don’t hurt, either.
“No.” The word has me drawing my gaze up from his chest back to his face. His lips are curled at the edges as if he’s amused at something.
I cock my head to the side. “No?” I repeat. “No what?”
He presses his lips together, fighting a smile. “No, I wasn’t an athlete,” he says, answering the question I’ve already forgotten that I asked. “In fact—” Giulio’s hand comes up and cradles one of my legs, pushing it outward to make space for his hips as he drives his erection against my panty-covered pussy.
Oh, fuck.What was originally just an idea of hardness now becomes a monstrous fact of size. Athlete or not, Giulio La Rosa is built like a damned horse between his legs.
How the hell is that thing going to fit inside of me?The panicked question echoes around my head, and when Mean Daisy steps out of the shadows, it’s with a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. She hitches her invisible suspenders and gives me a look.
Oh no. No no no no no.I shake my head mentally at her.Don’t give me that look.
Oh, yes, she replies with that deranged gleam.
It’s not going to fit!I scream at her.It’s too big.
With a roll of eyes that are an exact replica of my own, Mean Daisy snorts.Babies come out of pussies every day, little girl, she says.A big dick isn’t going to break you.Then a dreamy sort of sigh leaves her lips.But if it does… oh, what a way to go…
A startled yelp is yanked out of me, and I jerk my head down to meet Giulio’s blue eyes as he releases his teeth from my fabric-covered nipple. “What was that for?” I demand, gaping at him as he laves his tongue over the minor hurt.
“You weren’t paying attention,cara,” he murmurs, “and that’s an insult to any man, but most especially to a husband who’s trying to pleasure his wife.”
“Oh.” I blink down at him as his fingers trail the edge of thelace of my bra. “Sorry.” I gulp as the strap on one shoulder slides down, revealing more of the creamy flesh of my breast and the pink, raised edge of my nipple.
My breath comes a bit faster now as Giulio smiles up at me, all feral amusement and savage delight. He’s like a wild animal in a human skin, and I don’t know why, but that turns me on even more.
“Giulio?” My voice hiccups a bit as he pinches the other strap of my bra and moves that down as well.
