My protector.
“I love you too,” I say.
Coming to Sicily and falling in love was never part of my plan. At some point, it happened, and I want to see where it takes us.
Chapter 39
Where's Aldo?
Bianca
Salvatore Bennici is a certified freak. Not a regular one. A toe-sucking, ass-licking freak who is no longer all work and no play.
I’m still sore from our honeymoon, but I’m not complaining about our first day back. If he wants me to put my pussy on his chin every morning, that’s a routine I can get behind.
Or in front of, like his desk.
Benny’s thumb sweeps up my thighs to the top of my garter belt. He pushes my pencil skirt up, exposing my bare ass, parting it to the cool kiss of the air conditioner.
“Pretty pussy,” he whispers over the seam as he licks.
It’s a wonder how he doesn’t have women hiding in the citrus grove. God knows I’d be next to the mangoes with binoculars, ready to swing. He doesn’t just eat; he cleans his plate. Savors. Devours.
“Bounce on my tongue.”
Let a bitch come to this grove. I got something for them.
“Ooh!” I swivel my ass over his face to guide him deeper. I’m definitely keeping my gun loaded over this mouth.
His teeth graze my clit as he slurps.
“Benny !”
It’s a miracle his head is still on his shoulders with how I’m throwing it back. The vibration of his deep moans and the flick of his tongue have me spilling over the paperwork he didn’t bother to move on his desk. Benny laps up the arousal dripping down my thighs in long, unhurried strokes.
I peek over my shoulder at his hand fisting himself inside the dress pants he’s unzipped. His hooded gaze is on the pink jewel covering my ass.
“Ready to try again?” He tightens his grip around himself while playing with my plug.
“That’s a hell no,” I pant. “I need to sit straight for the next three hours.”
I learned a hard lesson on our honeymoon about the importance of comma placement in spoken word. “Oh shit, my ass” required more emphasis for the man tunneling into my bootyhole to give me a breather. Not forgetting our safe word was also important. I lost all sense of language when he was halfway in, and I’m unashamed to say I crawled off his penis and sat my hot ass on a bag of frozen peas that night.
The back door is closed for business until further notice.
Benny smacks my cheeks. “Come sit on your dick, wife. We’ve got work to do.”
He spreads his legs and slouches against the back of his chair to give me space. I straddle him and slowly ease over his length. My lips part at the stretch and weight of my anal plug as I grind.
“Choke my shit, Trouble.” Benny’s face screws to bare his teeth. His hands wrap around the skirt bunched at my waist. “Eyes on me.”
Our stares collide with the slap of our skin. Benny’s hand flies to the back of my neck to crash his mouth against mine. He winces at my grip on his hair. I fist the textured strands and runmy tongue up the column of his neck, tipping his head back. The heels hugging my toes give me leverage to bounce on his dick. I lift to tease the tip, then slam down.
“Minchia,“ Benny pants, his eyes rolled back as he pulls his lip between his teeth.
I lick his ear. “I love it when you moan for me, baby. Do you hear the mess we’re making?”
Buttons from my dress shirt fly across the floor. Benny pushes my bra up to suck a nipple.
