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MASSIMO
She’s so fuckingbeautiful I don’t know how I’m going to last. Fuck, she’s…she’s just fucking perfect. Everything I want in a woman. Real, curvy in all the right places, and smelling of sin and temptation. I want to grab her, toss her on the bed, and have my way with her in every way I can think of. I want to have her screaming my name as she wraps her legs around me, and I grip that thick curve of her ass in my hands to hold her steady as I pound inside her.
My cock throbs, and I barely resist reaching down to grab it and gain back some of my control.
Fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful.
I lift my eyes to hers, and it gives me pause. She’s trying to hide it behind a brave face, but I can see the nerves, the anxiety. I’m not a fool. I know this is the first time she’s allowed herself in this kind of position since she was with her husband, since she got pregnant, and her body changed. The logical part of mybrain tells me that this is normal, but the other parts, drowning in desire, don’t understand it.
How can this goddess of a woman think she is anything else than perfect?
“Fuck, you’re fucking stunning,cerbiatta,” I rasp out. “I don’t know how you think I’m going to survive this.”
“I was worried you would think I was too fat or not as attractive,” she blurts out. Her eyes quickly widen in horror. “Shit, I said that out loud.”
“You did.” I narrow my eyes at her. Irritation rises. “You truly think so little of yourself or me,cerbiatta?”
“No, no, no,” she quickly backpeddles. “I just…this is…this is the first time since…and I…”
I can tell she’s quickly working herself up into a panic, and quickly pull her into me, lifting her into my arms and wrapping her legs around me as she cuts off her babbling. She settles, her body melting into mine, the words cutting off abruptly, but her eyes are still wide in a mixture of horror and embarrassment. She never meant for me to know any of that. She was going to hold it all in and continue to wonder what I saw in her.
“Is this why you took so long in the shower? You were worrying about what I would think when I saw you? That I would be, what, disgusted by the sight of you?” I let her hear my displeasure.
She swallows hard. “I…I did for a minute,” she stammers out. “Joey would hate when I gained any weight, and even though I’ve lost some of the weight between breastfeeding and trying to get back into an easy fitness routine when I can manage it, I still haven’t lost the weight in my ass or my thighs, and my stomach is definitely a lot softer and looser than before. And as much as I tried, I couldn’t stop the stretch marks on my sides, or the couple on my belly, too, I guess, though they’re not as bad. And well, I’m just not the same as before, and you’re around so many beautifulwomen. You have your pick. But then I thought that was all stupid, and you keep saying you want to be with me, so you have to think I look okay or you wouldn’t actually be interested in seeing me naked and?—”
“Lucy,” I interrupt firmly, stopping her word vomit. She snaps her mouth closed, and I can feel her trembling. I can see it in her eyes that she thinks I’m going to yell at her or punish her harshly for questioning me. A part of me wants to spank her ass red for thinking such things about herself—I don’t give a damn about me because I’ll show her otherwise—but the other part is furious at the man who did this to her. Who made her question herself to the point that her self-esteem has lowered for him. For what he thought.
I really wish I could dig that fucker back up and kill him again. Every time he pops up in moments like this, it only makes me want to more.
I look around, a plan already forming in my mind of how we can fix this. Finally seeing what I need, I hitch her higher against me and head for the walk-in closet. She gasps, her arms wrapping around my neck instinctively, and her thighs tightening and driving her pussy tighter against my stomach. The heat of her against my skin is distracting as fuck, but I force myself to keep going, careful to keep the door open in case Soren needs us.
I stop in front of the full-length mirror at the back of the closet. She turns her head, sees it, and looks back at me in shock and maybe a little bit of fear. Yeah, we’re going to be done with that.
I help her down, careful not to let go of her completely so she can’t run off, spin her, and then wrap my arm around her waist and press her back to my front. I have to bite back a groan at the feel of her ass cradling my cock. I manage to not grind myself into her, but when she shifts uncomfortably, it’s fucking close.
The woman is going to drive me crazy before we’re done. I have to hope my control won’t falter before then.
Focus, Massimo. Focus.
“Massimo, I don’t…” She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously.
I reach up and pull her lip from her teeth. “The only one who gets to bite that,cerbiatta,is me,” I scold lightly. She blinks, but doesn’t try it again. Good. “Now, look in the mirror and don’t look away.” She stiffens, but she does it. “Mmmm, good girl. And I want you to pay close attention.” I trail the back of my hand along the smooth, graceful line of her neck; the skin pebbles as I go, her head tilting ever so slightly to give me more room.
I stop when I get to the spot where I bit her earlier. In the light of this room, and from the heat in her shower pulling it up, it’s dark and clear under the skin. My mark. The one that lets everyone know she’s mine. I should feel badly, but instead, I lower my head and press my mouth to it just hard enough to make her gasp. “Do you feel that,cerbiatta? That little bit of pain mixed with pleasure?” I soothe the spot with my tongue, making her shiver. “Do you know how much I love seeing this on you? Letting everyone know you’re mine?”
“That’s why you did it?” Her tone is breathy and soft.
“Partially, but also because you drive me wild, Lucy. Every part of you. I want to mark every inch of your skin so that there is never any doubt to you or anyone else that you’re mine.” I move my hand over her shoulder and down her arm, pressing kisses along her shoulder.
“W-W-Wouldn’t a t-t-tattoo be simpler?” she stutters out.
I give a low chuckle and nip the edge of her shoulder. She lets out a small groan, but her pupils dilate in her reflection. I’m starting to get a feel already for what Lucy needs. Thank fuck it’s exactly what I need to give her. “You and that sassy mouth. I can’t wait to fill it again.” Her breath hitches, and a shuddermoves through her. “Mmm, did you like being on your knees for me, Lucy? Sucking my cock deep into that pretty mouth?”
“Y-Y-Yes.”
“And you were so fucking perfect.” She quivers at the praise, her face softening. I slide my hand back up her arm, trailing down her side until I reach the swell of her breast. Her breathing quickens, and then she gasps when I cup her in my palm. The weight of her is so fucking good, so perfect. Her nipple pebbles, and I flick my thumb over it, making her hiss and then gasp. “So sensitive.” Excitement burns. “I can’t wait to suck on these. Hear you moan and squirm under me with pleasure.” She shudders, then gasps as I gently tighten my fingers, and milk drips over my fingers. I blink, fascinated.
“Massimo,” she gasps, practically pleading.
