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My pulse beat in my ears. My breasts were achy, my nipples hard.
Then, to my surprise, he moved to my ankles and soon I was spread-eagled on the bed. I couldn’t help but blush at the image I must have portrayed.
Naked and aroused, there for his taking.
A dark, hungry gleam flickered in his eyes as he approached me.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath skating over my skin. His fingers found my swollen, drenched entrance and teased while he kissed my neck, trailing his mouth all the way down to my breasts. He took a nipple between his teeth and tugged.
“God…” I whimpered, my back arched off the bed. He thrust his fingers inside me, filling me to the point of discomfort.
“Not God, baby. Just your husband.”
“I need you inside me,” I begged.
He chuckled. “Always so impatient.”
His mouth trailed farther south until his shoulders were wedged between my thighs and he buried his face in my pussy.
I couldn’t think, all my focus on the sensations ricocheting through me as he licked me. Fast, then slow. Fast, then slow. Bringing me to the edge with the lap of his tongue until lust strained my muscles.
I was a puddle of pure need, grinding against my husband’s face in a relentless chase for my orgasm, when a shrill ringing startled us both.
Matteo tensed, lifting his head, his face glistening with my arousal.
“Ignore it, whatever it is,” I panted, lifting my hips, but he was already crawling up my body. “Please… Please…”
His breaths came in harshly, his hard length dragging over my stomach and making my pussy throb as he reached the bedside table.
“Husband… Please… I need you inside me…Please…” I sobbed.
It must have worked because he forgot all about the noise and straddled me, his eyes like burning flames. Then in one thrust, he entered me, filling me to the hilt.
Matteo pounded me into the mattress, my fingers curling around the silky ropes as I held on. A tingling sensation blossomed in the pit of my stomach, his every ruthless thrust bringing me closer and closer?—
Then the same shrilling ring echoed between us.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and I vaguely registered him reaching for something. “The power is back.”
He pulled out only to thrust inside me again as he glanced at his cell phone screen and my eyes widened.
“Don’t you dare answer that?—”
His hand came to my mouth, covering it as he answered. “I see you hacked into my cell phone, Mr. Morrelli.”
He wasn’t moving, but he was still hard and buried deep inside me. While I gaped at him in shock, he didn’t seem one bit perturbed that he was stillinsideme while on the phone with my dad.
“Arianna’s with me.” His expression turned cold. “She’s my wife and belongs exactly where she is. With me.”
Angry words were spat on the other end, but I couldn’t make them out.
He rolled his hips and my eyes bulged out of my head, the flames of desire reigniting despite my own father being on the other end of the phone call.
“Sure, you can talk to her yourself.”
What? I mouthed.No, no, no. Not now.
He rolled his hips, in and out, shallow thrusts drawing soft moans from my lips.
