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Right now, I kinda wish he would. I’m so hot and wet, my pussy throbbing with every beat of my heart. I can imagine him forcing me to my knees and taking me from behind while everybody watches. Like a couple of animals with no choice but to take each other no matter where we are, or when. I can imagine him fucking me until I howl loud enough to drown out the music, and my pussy drips at the thought.
He finds my hips and grips them hard, pulling me against his raging erection while his lips graze my skin until my skin sizzles. I can imagine his fingers leaving bruises but I don’t care. I want him to. I want to wear the proof of how deeply he craves me. I can feel the power surging in his body and something in me responds to it in the most intense way. I’ll die if I don’t have him inside me.
I let my head drop back against his shoulder and turn my neck to murmur in his ear. “Take me back to
the room. Now.”
I’m surprised he doesn’t throw me over his shoulder and charge up there–as it is, we’re practically trotting. We can’t move fast enough for me. I need him too much.
Rather than walk through the hotel, Gianni uses the key to the gate that opens onto our personal patio and ushers me through it before pulling me close for a deep, searing kiss that takes my breath away and makes my knees go weak. By the time he lets me up for air, I’m clinging to him to keep from collapsing.
With his arms around my waist he lifts me off my feet, carrying me through the sliding door and only putting me down once we’re next to the king size bed. But instead of lying back and letting him take me, I undo his belt, staring into his eyes as I do. Neither of us says a word as I open his fly and let his slacks
drop.
“Oh my God,” he groans, sighing when I cup his balls through his boxers. I take my time, teasing him, letting my thumb graze his head in slow circles while his breathing quickens and his helpless moans grow louder, more needy. He’s always in control… but not now. I can’t help but want to draw that out as long as possible.
Once there’s a growing wet spot on the front of his shorts, I whisper, “What do you want me to do with
this?”
“What do you think?” He places a hand on my shoulder and presses down firmly. I drop to my knees on the tile floor, staring up at him as I do, then hook my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, lowering them all at once. His dick bobs in front of my face before I take him in my hand and run my tongue around the ridge of his swollen, purple head.
“Fuck, yes,” he sighs, sinking his hands into my hair, massaging my scalp while I lower my head, taking
him deep.
The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth, and I savor it as I bob up and down, drawing more and more of it from him. I’m wetter than ever, the slickness coating my inner thighs by the time he begins moving
his hips.
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“I love seeing you on your knees, my cock in your pretty mouth.”
My clit is almost painfully swollen now, throbbing, and there’s nothing I can do but hike my dress up and wedge a hand between my legs.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mutters once he realizes what I’m doing. “Such a dirty girl. I can see your pussy weeping juices onto the floor. I want you to make yourself come for me. Come with me in your mouth.”
It doesn’t look like I have a choice. I was already so close, and now with the motion of my fingers against
my hard nub combined with his filthy words, the tension suddenly breaks and there’s nothing I can do
but moan wordlessly while he continues thrusting. My body shudders in relief, trembling by the time he pulls back and falls from my lips.
He takes himself in one hand, stroking his slick shaft, while he pulls me to my feet and turns me away from him with the other, before pushing me against the bed until I fall across it with my feet still on the floor. All it takes is the touch of his hands against my legs while he works the dress around my waist to
set off my hunger again. Not that it ever went away, even after coming. All that did was whet my appetite
and deepen the primal need coursing through me.
He wastes no time yanking down my thong, pausing to drag his head through my sopping slit before
plunging inside. “Yes!” I cry out. There is nothing in the world more satisfying than the feeling of his thick cock stretching me the way only he can. I’m happy to hand control back to him, moaning when he
takes me by the hips and pulls me against him in time with his deep, sensual strokes.
Now there’s nothing but sensation. Sweet, hot, addictive sensation that rolls over me like the waves
crashing beyond our door. I give myself over to it, losing myself the way only he can make me do.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. My good girl. My wife,” he whispers between thrusts. “I’m going to fill this tight little hole up. Do you want that? Do you want me to come inside you? I want to see your pretty pink pussy dripping with cum.”
As he speaks, he pushes the dress up further, and I quickly pull it over my head before propping myself
on my palms to thrust back against him. “Yes! Come inside me. Please come inside me,” I moan.
Gianni’s filthy mouth will get me to agree to anything, I swear.
He cups my breasts, massaging and tweaking my nipples until all I can do is whimper my approval as the tension in my core builds. He fucks me hard and fast. The friction and pleasure rising with each thrust. He’s rough but sensual, enlivening parts of my body I didn’t know existed before him. I have a lifetime of
this to look forward to, being ravished, worshiped. What’s better? I get to worship him in return.
“Gianni… it’s so good!” My skin is slick with sweat by the time he loses his Thythm, pummeling me with sharp, deep strokes that make me gasp and squeal each time he slams into me. Every slap of his balls against my clit sends me higher and higher.
“Milk my cock, baby,” he commands before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. “I want to feel your
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muscles quiver and flutter around my cock. Don’t let me down. Squeeze my cock until my eyes roll to the back of my head.”
The sudden burst of pain intensifies my pleasure and before I know it, I’m clenching down on him, my body going stiff before I scream out my release. “Gianni… I’m… coming!” I let out a possessed scream, so it
probably carries outside. I don’t care. Let the resort know Gianni Rossetti fucks me so well. Let them envy
me for having a husband like him.
“Fuck yes, you are…” He slams into me over and over again, owning my body, my pleasure. “Oh, fuck…” he growls. “Here I come, baby…” Then he explodes, and the warmth of his release spreads through my core. By the time we collapse in a sweaty heap on the side of the bed, I’m laughing breathlessly.
“How long did we manage to keep our hands off each other this time?” I ask between gasps for air.
He checks his watch, squinting at the face before smirking. “Three hours and twenty–three minutes. That’s a new record. I hope you’re not getting tired of me.”
“Tired of you?” I can only smile at the love of my life while considering the idea. “Never.”
His handsome face lights up when he smiles back at me. “Good, because we’ve got a lifetime ahead of us.”
I know, and I can hardly wait.
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The End
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
