Page 112 of Born into Sin

Being inside her always feels like coming home, and I crave it constantly. There’s never a second when I’m not wishing I was inside her. Cupping her face, I admire the way my wedding ring looks pressed against her flushed cheek. I’d always thought of marriage as a suffocating death sentence, but I’d been so damn wrong. It’s not an end to anything—it’s a beginning, and it’s not stifling or suffocating—it’s fucking liberating. She’s mine, and I’m hers. What could be more perfect than that? Knowing I get to wake up next to her for the rest of my life is comforting, and knowing we’re going to create a family together makes me excited for the future.

“That’s right, wife,” I say when I feel her tighten around me. “Soak your husband’s cock, principessa.”

When she opens her mouth to scream my name, I slide my thumb in, giving her something to suck on while she pulses around me, pulling me in deeper and forcing my body to let go with hers. She’s impossible to resist, but lucky for us both, I still have enough stamina to make sure our night doesn’t end here.

Sliding out of her, I lift up onto my knees while she gives me a lazy smile and eyes my semi-hard cock.

“You’re impossible to resist, sweetheart, but I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“Think you can go again so quickly?” she teases.

“Wrap that pouty mouth around me and find out.”

Getting on her hands and knees, she crawls to me, giving me a mouthwatering view of her full breasts, bouncing gently with her movements, and the tantalizing curve of the ass that I’ll soon be fucking.

I reach down and thread my fingers through her dark hair, watching as she parts her lips and takes me in. She bobs up and down, taking me in a slow rhythm that has me quickly forgetting my English as I murmur to her in Italian how much I love her and how fucking sexy I think she looks while choking on me. My wife is not a deep-throater. Every time she tries, she gags and blushes, and it’s fucking adorable. I don’t care that she can’t take me all the way in. What’s sexy is that she tries, that she wants to, and she can practice on me any damn time she wants.

Thrusting into her, I give her another inch until I feel her gag around me and her eyes spill over.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I groan, already fully hard and ready for more. I stay in her mouth until I see her hips start to rock, and I know she’s feeling frustrated and wishing she could come again.

“Turn around, principessa, show me that perfect ass of yours.”

She gives me one last hard suck as she raises her head and then laps at my slit before pulling back and releasing me. I run my thumb over her wet, swollen lips and then smack her ass hard enough to get her attention.

“Don’t make me ask again, sweetheart. Hands and knees, ass tilted up.”

She blushes but turns around, presenting her ass to me.

“More.” I smack her other cheek. “Rock those hips up and spread your knees wider.”

The soft, embarrassed groan she gives makes me laugh. Gripping her hips, I tilt her how I want her and then spread her cheeks so I can see everything that belongs to me.

“Fucking hell, baby,” I groan, drinking in the sight of her.

“Dom.”

The sound of her worried voice immediately has me leaning my body over hers so our faces are close together.

“I need you to trust me, principessa.”

“I do.”

I place my hands on top of hers, pinning her to the bed while I rock my hips and press the length of my cock against the crack of her ass.

“I promise you are going to love this.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then tell me, and I’ll spend the rest of the night buried inside your sweet pussy instead.” I suck her top lip between mine, groaning when she wiggles her ass against me. “Something tells me you’re going to like this. I know how much my wife likes to get filthy.”

She doesn’t bother denying it. She just smiles and gives my lip a teasing bite. “Just go easy on me, Dom.”

“Always, principessa.” I pull back up and grip her ass again. “At least for the first few thrusts.”

She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. The look in her eyes clearly says she doesn’t find me funny, but when I give her a wink and smack her ass again, she practically purrs as she arches back even more.

“So fucking perfect,” I tell her, running a hand up her spine before fisting her long, dark hair. Bringing my other hand between her legs, I cup her sex and coat my fingers until they’re slippery wet. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”

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