Page 24 of The Al Dente Diet

“Shower and on the way home from dinner,” he counters.

“Shower, at the restaurant, and on the way home from dinner.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You can have my cock in the shower, my hand at the restaurant, my mouth on the way home from dinner… then I am fucking that tight cunt until the sun rises.Ifyou wear the plug.”

“You have yourself a deal,amore.” I practically skip toward him, leaping into his arms as my legs wrap around him.

“But one of those times you have to pretend to hate me,” he teases, nipping at my ear.

“No need to pretend, I do hate you,” I say, unable to hide my smile.

He leads us to the shower and I slide down his body. “Then you can show me exactly how much you hate me… after I slide that plug in your ass for the night.”

My eyes narrow. “And if I don’t wear it?”

He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Would you rather a plug, or an engagement ring? I don’t suspect you’re the marrying type, so the next best thing is claiming every inch of you. Starting with these lips…” He kisses me but then I grip his cock, making him wince. “Get in the shower, Catarina.”

I remain rooted in place, slowly pumping up and down his shaft. “Make me.”

“And risk you ripping my cock clear off my body? I don’t think so.”

“I may hate you, but I love your cock too much to detach it.”

“If you want my cock in any of your holes today, you have five seconds to get into the shower.” A smug smile spreads across his face.

I give in and step into the shower, but Richard doesn’t immediately follow behind me. I’m about to call for him, when he steps in with the well-lubricated plug in hand. “Bend over,bella, and I’ll make you come so hard I’ll have to carry you to dinner.”

With an overly exaggerated sigh, I slightly part my legs and bend at the hips. Richard spreads my cheeks and teases my hole with plug, lightly fucking me with it. “Just put it in already.”

“I thought you didn’t want it?” he jests, and from his tone I can hear the smirk growing at the corner of his mouth. “And now you’re begging for it.”

He situates it inside of me and I cry out, “Dick!”

“Yes?” He chuckles darkly. Kicking my feet apart he growls, “Hands on the wall for me.”

Doing as he commands, I place both my palms against the shower wall. He wastes no time pressing inside me, and I groan at the sudden fullness of both him and the plug. “Fuck me,amore.”

He firmly grips both of my hips as he drives into me. The sounds of our wet skin slapping together and our breathy moans echo in the room. As much as I protested, it feels fucking amazing.

My vision begins to blur and I’m losing my balance. “Too much?” he asks, palming my ass cheek. I whimper in response. “Good. I want you begging for my cock later. You’ll wear it to dinner until your pussy is dripping for me.”

“Harder,” I plead, and in an instant his hand lifts from my ass and comes back down with a crack.

Richard continues roughly thrusting into me. I fucking love when he loses control and gives me exactly what I want from him—while I love gentle Richard, this version of him is my favorite. By the end of the night, I’ll be so fucking spent, I won’t be able to walk for a few days.

My moans become cries and, with his voice low, he asks, “Do you still hate me,bella?”

“No,” I breathe, answering him honestly.

He kisses my shoulder, slowing his pace. “As much as I love fucking you when you hate me, I’d rather you come when you love me.”

After three more thrusts, my whole body begins quivering as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. He roars as he joins me, filling me with every last drop.

As we catch our breaths, he whispers, “Ti amo, gattina.”

“Don’t think that just because I don’t have a gun to whip you with I—” Richard grips my throat and tilts my neck and chin until my lips meet his. “I don’t hate you,amore,but call me Pussy Cat again and you’ll be the one with a plug.”

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