Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Tight around your ... cock.”
Hearing those words from her mouth set me off and I moved with more speed. “Open,” I demanded, my tone harsh from the effort it was taking to hold back. Her lips separated and on my next upward thrust, I entered the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. “Yes, bellissima. Shit, your mouth is heaven.” I moved in and out a few times, enjoying the drag between her tits, my tip leaking pre-come into her mouth.
I pushed in farther the next time, reaching the back of her throat. “Suck it, Gianna—Oh, yes! Fuck!” Before I could even finish my command, she’d closed her lips around my cock and sucked, her cheeks hollowed out and before I knew it, I was coming so hard I saw stars. I gripped the headboard and fucked her mouth as my come poured down her throat.
When at last I felt empty, I pulled out and shoved my body down to cover hers, toes to toes, chest to chest. I kissed her hard, my tongue sweeping inside and tangling with hers. Lifting my head, I stared into her glassy, mossy-green eyes. “Thank you, mia dolce.”
She smiled and winked at me, making me laugh. “Anytime, husband.”
“Damn, I love you,” I breathed.
She reached down and gripped my cock, making me gasp in pleasure. She squeezed and quirked an eyebrow. “Already?”
I grinned arrogantly. “Bellissima, I’m always ready for you. I’ve been walking around with a semi since the day I met you.”
To prove my point, I removed her hand, lined up my cock, and plunged deep into her pussy, bottoming out when I felt my tip bump her cervix. She cried out and shuddered beneath me as I picked up a fast and hard rhythm.
“Yes, oh, Nic! Yes!”
“That’s it, mia dolce,” I encouraged fervently through clenched teeth. “Call my name, there’s no one but me to hear you scream.”
The shudders increased until suddenly she tensed, holding her breath. I reached between us and pressed down on her clit at the same time my mouth latched onto one of her overly sensitive nipples. Driving in again, she screamed and I couldn’t do anything but stare at the beauty in front of me. Watching Gianna come was amazing, and even more so knowing I was the only one who ever had or ever would experience it.
As she came down from her high, I began to thrust with all my strength, slamming the bed into the wall from the force. Gianna’s eyes rounded as she realized I was driving her up once again. Then she was lost to the rhythm, crying out every time my hips pistoned forward.
“Give me another one, mia dolce. I want your pussy strangling the fuck out of my cock when I come inside you.” Her walls spasmed at my words, and I grunted at my efforts to keep control. When I reached a peak, I held off until I was sure Gianna was there with me. She splintered apart calling my name, and I threw my head back with a roar.
“Fuuuuuuuuck! Yes!”
The soft breeze blew Gianna’s long hair into her face and I gathered it up, drawing it to one side of her neck. We were relaxing on a lounger just outside our bungalow, enjoying the evening breeze as it cooled our heated skin. After hours of lovemaking, we needed food and decided to order room service, then call Sophia and say goodnight.
We’d been on our honeymoon for five days and our trip had been amazing. Part of me never wanted to leave. But we both missed our little girl so much and couldn’t wait to hold her again.
Gianna leaned her head back and her green eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “I love you, Nic.”
I smiled with complete happiness and brushed my lips across her forehead. “I love you too, mia dolce moglie.” My sweet wife.
My cell phone rang, breaking the romantic atmosphere and Gianna glared at me. I’d agreed not to work on our honeymoon, but I’d surreptitiously brought along a cell phone that only one person had the number to. I pecked her lips and gave her my best puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry, bellissima. It’s Brandon.”
Her mouth formed a little O of surprise and she nodded, gesturing for me to take the call.
I picked it up and swiped to accept the call. “Brandon?”
“I found her.”
Relief flooded me. “Great, I’ll send—”
“No!” he snapped, cutting me off. “She’s mine.”