Page 171 of Lovely Venom

Warmth kindles inside me as I picture him pleasuring himself with this in mind. And dear God, I would have loved to see that.

I tug down his briefs and wrap my gloved hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him languidly.

“Is it as pleasing as you imagined, Mr. Vitale?”

“La mia ladra, there isn’t a soul on this earth who could ever keep me from you.”

His words stitch together the broken parts of me that always feared I’d never be enough. And for once, I let myself believe him.

“I like that you’re a gentleman when it counts.” I lick the head of his cock. “And even better when you know not to be.”

“What does my gattina want?” He threads his fingers through my hair and wraps it around his fist.

“I want you to use my throat.”

A low sound of approval rumbles in his chest as his palm traces the curve of my face. “What my wife wants, my wife gets.”

Using his grip on my hair, he guides my mouth over his length until he hits the back of my throat.

I’m glad to find that pregnancy hasn’t changed my lack of a gag reflex. Because, tonight, I want nothing more than to pleasure this man until his restraint burns to ash.

He drags my head back and pushes it down, finding his rhythm as he praises me with roughly spoken words.

“That’s it, principessa. You take my cock like such a good fucking girl.”

I dig my fingers into his thighs as a desperate craving pulses inside me. I’m so turned on, I’m aching to make him come just so I can climb on top of him and do it all over again.

Tension draws his muscles tighter as he punctuates his masculine groans with a mixture of broken Italian and English. I don’t know what he’s saying, but listening to him unravel has me drunk with pleasure.

I moan around him in response, and a tremor courses through his body as he reaches the tipping point of agony.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he shudders out his release with a ragged breath.

I lift my gaze to his as his cum spills down my throat, and the feral possession in his eyes settles deep in my bones.

I keep sucking him as he pets my hair, and the moment suspends itself until he finally frees his cock from my mouth.

“Someone’s greedy.” His thumb scrapes over my lips. “Do you want more?”

I nod, and the dark hunger in his gaze sends a surge of need through my body.

“Come up here.”

I rise on wobbly legs, and he pulls me onto his lap.

“Did you miss me today, Mrs. Vitale?”

“Yes.” I sigh. “I’ve been severely neglected and underfucked.”

A lazy smile plays across his lips as he slides his palms up over my thighs. “Let me correct that then.”

His hand dips between my legs, pushing the fabric of my thong aside before he sinks two fingers inside me. A quiet hum stirs in my throat as he peels down the lace cup of my bustier and licks my nipple, drawing it into his mouth.

My thoughts blur as he works me over, bringing me to the edge in record time.

Everything is more sensitive since I’ve been pregnant, and my orgasms have been intense. But this one is brain-melting.

A current sweeps through my body and explodes out of me in a surge of warmth. It leaves me trembling with aftershocks far longer than any I’ve ever experienced before. And as I finally catch my breath and glance down, I realize I soaked Cristian’s pants.