Page 78 of His Vicious Vow
“Panties,” comes out of me in a pant.
Rough hands are under me, I hear them ripping before he tosses them on the floor. “Gone. Guide me into you.” I can’t keep from stroking him, thrilled at the freedom to touch him. “Put me inside you brat or I’m coming all over your hand. You don’t want that, do you? Don’t you want me to fill you up?”
The words alone pull a desperate moan from me as I grip him and do what we both are greedy for. His hands on my hips lower me onto his hard as steel cock. A gasp is yanked from me as I sink down until he’s buried inside me. I’m allowed seconds to savor the sensation when those hands on my hips hold me in place while he fucks me as hard and fast as he warned me. Oh god, oh god. No, it’s too soon. It seems like only minutes when I shatter into a million pieces in orgasm.
Sandro lets loose a string of curse words in Italian, Spanish, and I’m guessing Russian as he fills me up with his scalding hot come.
We’re both breathing hard, as we float down from our orgasm.
Sandro recovers far faster than I do. He’d wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly to him and when takes them away I grumble at the loss. Until his hands roam down my back and pull my dress up. I want to help him but my bones are still mushy. Or they were but when he undoes the pretty lacey bra I’m wearing and trails it down my arms the way his sapphire eyes glow makes everything harder including him inside me.
I can’t help giggling when I realize he’s still in his suit. “You didn’t even remove your jacket.”
Leaning back he chuckles. “What can I say? It’s been a very long eighty-two days and night since the last time we made love. I wasn’t going to give you two seconds to change your mind.”
He counted the days? My chest twists. I stroke his cheek. “Really? Because it sure felt like you were giving me time to change my mind.”
A hand goes into my hair, I’m a freak for loving it so fucking much. “If you had regretted it and backed away again it didn’t matter how long it’s been, it wouldn’t have been worth it.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blow hot and cold. I was so confused and…”
“Hurt? Afraid? I am glad Bianca is not close enough for me to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze for saying all that awful shit to you and thinking for a single second I didn’t want you for you. Tony Sabatini was right, he told me to keep her away from you. I was an idiot not to listen to him—”
I cover his mouth with my hand and kiss his cheek. “Don’t. She’s your sister. I understand why. If someone told me to keep you away from Celia I wouldn’t have even considered it. You raised your sister. It wasn’t as simple as you growing up with her. Protecting one person you care about from a person you love as deeply as her doesn’t even make sense. And like I said she said aloud what I feared. I don’t hate her or resent her. Bianca is a lot more sheltered by the world than I was allowed to be and her shelter was you. To suddenly lose that must be scary for her. She lashed out at who she could because it wasn’t an option to lash out at you. I’m not mad at her and I don’t want you to be either.”
CHAPTER 29
Sandro
I do not fucking deserve her. I had no doubt of it from the beginning. This gorgeous woman might be young but she was far more wiser than some women twice her age. Bianca doesn’t deserve Carina’s grace and neither do I for hurting her. If anyone else did it I’d slit their throat with pleasure.
Wrapping my hand around her wrist I pull it down and hold it flat against my heart. No words exist that come close to what I owe her. All I can do is bring her mouth up to mine. I swear her mouth is as sweet as a ripe strawberry. I’m addicted to this woman, all of her breathy moans and sighs, every inch of her luscious body. I worked my whole life to never allow an addiction to take hold in me but when it comes to Carina I’m going to fucking wallow in this addiction every second of the rest of my life.
I’m lost in her mouth making love to it the way I’m going to make love to her as soon as I can stand to let her mouth go. Except gradually my needy wife’s moans are a little deeper, her mouth a little more greedy. My cock is hard again, ready for more.
“Hold on, piccolina let me get undressed.” I want to make love to her as slowly and thoroughly as I dreamed of night after night.
“No,” she clings tight to me around my neck and the witch grips my cock tight with her pussy. “Please, not yet. Not until I can feel you inside me long after you aren’t.” She pushes my jacket off and impresses the fuck out of me by getting my tie undone in seconds and begins trying to undo the buttons on my shirt.
My cock goes fucking hard between her words and the grip she has on it. I fight not to come inside her without even moving. “The shit you say.” I growl as I search desperately for control—I come up short as I tear my shirt off me. My reward is a happy sigh as she runs her hands over my chest.
“I swear you could be a freaking model or something. And I didn’t even think I liked hairy guys. It’s so hot the way you wear the silk suits and ties all civilized but the real you looks like you belong on the side of a mountain swinging an axe or—”
I grip her throat tight and pull her mouth away from my chest where she was tasting me with her tongue. “Quit gripping me tight with your pussy, brat. I’m having a hard enough time lasting longer than ninety seconds inside you. This shit is embarrassing.”
The smile on her face is bright enough to light up the strip. “I don’t like it when it takes longer than ninety seconds for you to come because it only takes me about sixty seconds. I love when you flood me deep inside as I climax and hate when you make me wait.”
This woman. “You are going to spend the next twenty years pregnant if you keep saying shit like that.”
Her giggle is every fucking thing in this whole world. “Yes please if it’s the only way I can get your come.”
“It isn’t the only way, all you have to ask. I will never deny you anything you ask for.” And I won’t. She wants diamonds she’s got them, a dozen dogs, kids, cars it’s all hers including my body, soul, and heart.
Winding her arms around my neck she smiles wide. “Then fuck me, my dear husband.”
So I do.
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