Chapter 69
MIRABELLA
My demands flood his eyes with desperation, causing the hazel orbs to darken. I don’t break <b>his </b><b>stare </b>when I slowly slide off the bed on my feet and begin to <b>slowly</b>, seductively discard my dress.
1 slide the sleeves <b>down </b>my shoulders and <b>drag </b>the stretchy, tight material down until it’s pooled around my ankles.
I reach for <b>my </b>bra next<b>, </b>smiling in mischief when my husband’s eyes tightens harder, a grunt escaping him..
Thecy bra <b>falls </b>to the ground. And I am left in nothing but my thong.
Yep, I pulled it back up earlier.
My husband’s breathing grows erratic and unsteady. Two steps brings him extremely close to me, causing me to force in a sharp gasp at the close proximity of our bodies.
“Turn around for me, baby.” He says, his voice hushed. I obey his demand. His body pushes me forward until my knees touch the edge of the bed. He whispers again. “lie down on your stomach and put your hands behind your back.”
I don’t waste any time to obey. I lie on my stomach, my y wrists crossed one above the other at the base of my <b>spine</b>.N?velDrama.Org ? content.
Looking back <b>at </b>my husband, a smile stretches my lips as I watch him watch <b>me </b>awestruck. A growl erupts deep in his throat as h
as he bends over to pick up his tie.
ares his tie around my <b>wrists</b>.
<b>“</b>Like this? Is this perfect for you, baby?” <b>I </b>ask, arching my <b>back </b>more while he secures his
<b>“</b><b>Yes</b>,” he whispers, <b>his </b>voice straining in his throat, hisrge palm kneading my ass. “Just like this.”
Firm hands caress my back, drawing moans from my throat. The after effect of my first orgasm still lingers, and now, his hands on me have sent my mind into overdrive.
He thinks he cannot get enough of me?
Wrong
It is I who cannot get enough of my husband.
He <b>loves </b>me, but I love him more than life in itself.
Warm lips kiss up my back, hand squeezing my <b>ass </b>firmly. My desperation grows and <b>I </b><b>almost </b>beg for him to <b>stop </b>ying around.
But I stop myself, not wanting to give too much <b>away</b>.
His palm disappears underneath me, lingering over my pulsing pussy. The warmth of his palm, the anticipation of it all, it hurts. His finger loops through the <b>center </b>of my thong covering my pussy and with one tug, he rips the material apart with a harsh growl
1 mewl, “fuck, Matteo, please <b>do </b>something.
He doesn’t move. His heavy breaths meet my ears, making my impatience grow even thicker.
“Oh gosh,” I breathe frustratedly, <b>almost </b>reaching to touch myself. I know I can’t, but this is frustrating. “Do something. Matteo, gosh!”
I turn to look at <b>him </b>onest time when I am met with a pleasant view of his soft gaze watching me in pure adoration. He adores me and he doesn’t care to hide it from me any longer.
Oh, how much I love this new Matteo
“Matico,” I grit.
His chuckle vibrates against my back. “You have to be patient, princess.”
“But I can’t<b>,</b>” I cry, feeling my pussy clench and unclench around nothing. God, this is so painful. “<b>You </b>have to do something. Anything to ease me
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“Anything!” He asks, his voice a thick grunt.
I nod, “anything”
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He obliges me.
A surprised gasp leaves my lips when he rams his erection into me without <b>any </b>warning. My husband’s moan is erotic against my ear,
his grunts rhythmic. We truly are sick. I groan, watching his lips pull apart <b>for </b>a sharp gasp as he inched deeper. The feeling is so intense it almost weakens the both of us.
He runs his hand over my spine, expelling <b>a </b>breathy sigh.. <b>a </b>whimper even,
“Even after all this time, your pussy still feels so fucking good.” His throat elicits a louder groan, his thrusts quick and shallow, filling me with nothing but anticipation.
Anticipation for when he’d grant me another orgasm.
<b>“</b><b>Shit</b>” I moan when Matteo fucks into me with more precision, this time pushing into me incredibly deep. “Keep going<b>.</b>” I whimper, feeling him stretch me more and more until his pelvis meets my ass with every thrust.
1 jerk, my body quivering with want and a slight ache.
“Too good your body can’t even go a second with shaking?” He whispers as though taunting me. But his gloating is not of mockery, but ofplete, unadulterated <b>pleasure</b>. And I know this by the way he <b>gives </b>me all of him,pletely and utterly.
My husband’srge arm surrounds my waist, his palm bracing against the bed while he hunches over so that he’s slightly leaned down. He pounds into me calctedly, <b>his </b>thick length meeting my g–spot with urgent strokes.
I squeeze around him, whimpering Tears spring out of my eyes, my throat eliciting a scream. An <b>unfamiliar </b>scream.
“You need me to stop, baby?” He <b>moans</b>.
I shake my head, disagreeing with him. “No, no, please don’t <b>stop</b>.”
He humns in satisfaction. “Always a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you.”
Werness pools out of me at his words, my body shaking pleasurably.
Matteo bites into my back, frequencies of whimpers ringing in his throat. I groan, arching my <b>back</b>, lifting my ass further up. “Fuck, I’m so fucking deep it feels so good, baby” His words are strained, his strokes more calcted and torturous. Intense.
“Yes!” I moan, I need more!”
“Of course you do.” He scoff “But can you handle it?”
“Yes, Matteo. Harder,”
My words are like the keys to the chains taming his carnal desires. He loses himself to pleasure. My head <b>is </b>yanked back, his fist painfully tight around strands of my hair, his teeth digging into my <b>skin</b>, and his palm meeting my asscheeks in hard smacks.
Screams are all my throat is able to elicit. More tears pool from my eyes. This is punishment, the pleasurable kind, the exhausting kind, yet, I find myself asking him for more.
And he gives me more.
I feel his stroke getting sloppier. He’s close. I am close. A scream if his name erupts in my throat when I reach the peak of euphoric pleasure. “Oh my.. so fucking good!”
I jerk, my cunt squeezing my husband tighter. He let go, grunting through his own orgasm, filling me to the brim with warm cum.
“Fucking hell” His words are breathless, his arm still right around my waist. The fucking best wife.”
I open my mouth for a retort but find that words have evaded me, and slumber has taken over my mind.
What a night.