<b>Chapter </b><b>83</b>
MIRABELLA
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Everything happens in a blur of the moment. His shirtes off, buttons flying left and right. And then my bra rips off<b>, </b>my thong following. We both moan<b>, </b>we both groan, our touches so filled with desperate want. We bask in the warmth of skin against skin.
Dirty words echo like rhythms from <b>Matteo’s </b>mouth. Dirty words ofmand, dirty words of the things he’d like to do to me.
<b>To </b><b>eat </b>my <b>pussy</b>.
To spit on it.
To fuck me.
To gag me<b>.</b>
To do all of <b>that </b>all over again.
His lips fall on mine, merging with a dominant need. His skin simmers with desire and so does mine. <b>Ecstasy</b>.
Our lips part and we chase our breaths. Matteo holds me, pulling me closer. My hand slides into his hair while his grabs my waist, our <b>faces </b>inching closer. We feel each other’s breath, eyes dancing on <b>each </b>other’s lips.
Our lips touch again, this time the motion is slowly <b>paced</b>, the touch gentle. So gentle our dark desires mixed with a deeper emotion <b>surface</b><b>. </b>His head tips to the side, his tongue ying with mine. My nipples harden<b>, </b>my breasts swaying over his chest.
“Mmmm.” I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding down his back, goosebumps erupting on my skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, kissing down my neck. He bites into my skin, his hands squeezing my <b>ass</b><b>. </b>“Oh fuck, I love you.” He deres, his tone hoarse.
He lifts me up and I drape my <b>legs </b>around his hips, my pussy pulsing with each groan elicited by his throat. I expect him to carry me to the bed, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses me against the <b>wall</b><b>, </b>lifting me higher and higher until my legs are spread open around his shoulders.
Heated <b>eyes </b>move in rapid motions from my eyes to my wet cunt, his tongue slowly gliding along his upper lip.
When the heat of his breath fans my pussy<b>, </b><b>A </b><b>gasp </b>erupts in my throat. “Matteo, wait.. “I attempt a protest but don’t <b>get </b><b>very </b><b>when </b>his mouth closes over my pussy<b>.</b>
far with my words
A <b>cry </b><b>escapes </b>my throat <b>as </b>I try snapping my <b>legs </b>shut. I fail. With my legs <b>thrown </b><b>over </b>his shoulders and his <b>head </b>between my thighs<b>, </b>my movement <b>is </bpletely <b>restricted</b>.
His experienced tongue punishes my swollen bud with <b>precise </b><b>strokes</b><b>, </b>causing my heart to almost stop. And when that <b>heart </b>of mine <b>restarts</b><b>, </b><b>it </b>hammers fervently <b>against </b>my throat, making me dizzy.
<b>I </b>cannot believe that I <b>am </b>suspended in the air by my husband, held firm by his strong shoulders. God, he’s <b>so </b>strong and <b>so </b>hot and <b>so</b><b>.</b>
“You have no idea how much <b>I’ve </b>missed this, missed you.” His groan rumbles <b>as </b><b>he </b><b>sucks </b>my clit <b>between </b>his lips<b>, </b><b>releasing </b>with a pop that <b>sends </b><b>a </b><b>toe </b>curling sensation down my spine<b>. </b><b>“</b>Going <b>weeks </b>without <b>your </b><b>pretty</b>, little cunt soaking up my face has been torture<b>.” </b>He pushes his <b>face </b>deeper in my thighs, thrusting his tongue into my entrance.
“Matteo<b>!</b><b>” </b>My <b>head </b>lolls <b>back </b>against <b>the </b><b>wall</b><b>, </b>my <b>pelvis </b>tightening<b>. </b>I’m so close, <b>so </b>fucking close my entire skin is quivering<b>, </b>my hips rocking his <b>face </b><b>desperately </b>seeking <b>a </b><b>release</b>.
I’m <b>going </b><b>to</b><b>…</b>
Beads of <b>sweat </b>form on my <b>forehead</b><b>, </b>the <b>back </b><b>of </b>my <b>head </b>digging <b>into </b>the wall.
<b>I’m </b><b>going </b><b>to</b><b>…</b>
“Look at me.” <b>Matteo’s </b><b>gravelly </b><b>voice </b><b>breaks </b><b>through </b>the <b>fog </b><b>of </b>my <b>nearing </b><b>orgasm</b>. And I <b>have </b><b>no </b><b>choice </b>but to <b>force </b><b>my </b><b>eyes </b>open and <b>gaze </b>down <b>at </b>him.
<b>“</b><b>Tell </b><b>me </b><b>you </b>didn’t miss this, <b>amore </b>mio.” <b>He </b>demands, his tongue working me, intense <b>hazel </b>orbs <b>dancing </b><b>with </b>mine, holding me captive. “<b>I’ve </b>missed it<b>…</b><b>you</b><b>…</b><b>so </b><b>much</b><b>!</b><b>”</b>
His lips form into <b>a </b><b>coy </b><b>smile</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>My </b><b>good </b><b>girl</b><b>.” </b>He adtes and <b>spit </b>on me <b>just </b>as he promised<b>. </b><b>His </b><b>tongue </b>ttens <b>over </b><b>my </b><b>vagina</b><b>, </b><b>gliding </b><b>sensually </b>and <b>slowly </b>until <b>he’s </bpped all of <b>my </b><b>juices</b><b>.</b>
<b>So </b>fucking hot.
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My walls mp <b>at </b>the sight. So dirty<b>. </b>So <b>raw</b>. So…<b>fuck</b>.
<b>“</b><b>You </b>like that, don’t you<b>?</b><b>” </b><b>He </b><b>repeats </b>his action, pulling my swollen clit into his mouth.
And then he <b>does </b><b>it </b>again.
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Again.
<b>“</b>Oh fuck, Matteo<b>!</b>” My throat elicits a scream of his name <b>as </b>my orgasm hit me, rippling through my skin like a hot knife through <b>a </b>butter.
A moan of approval evades his throat, rumbling through my spasming center as he licks me up, every <bst </b>bit. And then he put me down, his lips smacking kisses on mine.
“That was <b>one </b>hell of an apology, husband.” I breathe, giggling underneath my breath, holding his shoulders strong to keep me from falling.
He chuckles, leaning down to the nook of my neck, his tongue licking my skin. “You don’t <b>say</b>…” Thick voice vibrates against my skin. “Then have <b>I </b>gained your forgiveness or do I <b>have </b>to tender more apologies? Because I sure have many more ideas in this dirty mind of mine<b>.”</b>
<b>I </b>snort augh<b>, </b>curling my arms around his neck. “I’d definitely love to know those ideas in that mind of yours.”
<b>“</b>You’re <b>sure</b><b>?</b><b>”</b>
“Yes<b>.” </b>I affirm. <b>“</b>Show me<b>.</b><b>”</b>
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