Page 44 of His Vow
When he slides two fingers inside, a moan falls from my mouth, and he lifts his head, looking exceptionally pleased with how my body instantly begs for more.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
I nod, unable to form words as, through hooded eyes, I watch him stroke his cock. I’ve never watched a guy do that before, and it’s hot as hell.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he pushes gently forward until the tip slides inside.
Yes, finally.He inches in deeper, and the idea of maintaining some semblance of control is laughable at this point. With a snap of his hips, he pushes farther until he’s balls deep. I’m so full that the moans dry up in my throat and my eyes flutter closed.
Antonio Barbieri commands my body in this moment, like a conductor directing a glorious symphony.
“Look at me, Lucia,” he growls, and I blink my eyes open again. “You need to know who is fucking you right now. Yourhusband.”
He withdraws, then pumps into me again, stealing another breath from my lungs. But this time, I hold his gaze, burning up from the intensity in the smoldering depths.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” His voice has turned husky as he slides his cock in and out, coaxing the words from my lips. “Please,” he pleads, and the desperation coating that single word loosens my tongue.
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.” The words spill from my lips. I can’t deny him anything.
“Fuck yes,” he growls. His thumb presses to my clit, rubbing circles as he pumps harder.
He slides out almost completely before thrusting his hips forward again. The air punches from my lungs on a gasp. “More, more,” I beg in a voice barely recognizable as my own.
My pussy weeps with each firm stroke of his shaft against my sensitive flesh. And I can’t decide if it’s too much pleasure or not enough.
I grind against him, and his hips jerk up, penetrating deeper. “Antonio,” I scream. My inner muscles clenching as I ride out the breath-stealing orgasm rippling through my body. “Oh, oh, ohcazzo.”
My climax is so overwhelming and intense that my vision turns hazy, my body clenching around his cock.
Ant’s movements grow faster. Muscles bulge in his arms as he supports his body over me, clenching his jaw. Once. Twice, he drives into me. And on the third stroke, he goes rigid. He roars out his release as he spills into the condom.
Chapter eighteen
Antonio
Heat flows through my veins as freely as blood. Watching Lucia orgasm with my cock filling her was the best fucking moment of my life.
I smile down at the vision of her, the way her soft auburn waves splay over the crisp white pillow, her green eyes still dancing with flames of passion, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses. She’s stunning. A beautiful temptress.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her face, neck, and chest still hold a pretty pink blush, my new favorite color on her. “You make me feel beautiful.”
My heart swells with her admission. I never expected we could be like this, but now I know the connection we’ve always had hid something even more special.
What we’ve just shared has me believing that the woman in my arms is all I’ll ever need. We may have started out as a fake marriage, but now I can’t imagine a time when I’d want anything less than a real one. I’m all in, and I hope Lucia feels the same.
“Are you tired?” I ask, trailing a finger along her delicate jawline.
“A little.” She hooks a leg over mine. “I’m very lucky to have such a generous husband.”
“And handsome. Don’t forget that.” I wink at her.
“I’m not going to fluff up your ego. There are plenty of other women you can find to do that.”
With a shrug of my shoulders, I block out the hurt the mere mention of other women causes and pull her to me.
“You’re the only woman I need to fluff up my ego—or anything else.”
