Page 68 of His Tesoro

“Oh, baby, does the idea get you hot?” I pressed the heel of my palm firmly against her pussy. “Is your sweet little cunt growing wet at the idea?”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

A wide grin spread across my face. “Liar.”

Her cheeks flushed a fiery red.

“Don’t worry, tesoro. I’ll always give you what you need. Now, finish your story.”

My cock was rock hard against her thigh, and I fought the need to push inside her, to mark her with my cum over and over so everyone knew she belonged to me.

“It… umm… well, it was over quickly,” she said, shutting her eyes. There was enough light in the room that I could see the delicate red flush on her cheeks. “It hurt, but wasn’t particularly memorable.”

“Fucker,” I grunted.

“And then his friend knocked on the door, needing something. He went to go talk to him and I was left half-naked on the bed. I wasn’t sure I could get back down the stairs without falling, so I just had to wait for him.”

That motherfucking bastard. He took my girl’s virginity and then left her stranded in a house filled with drunk scum. I used all my training as Don to keep my voice even. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long did he leave you there alone?”

Sofiya bit her lip again and I scowled as I freed it, running my thumb over the tender skin.

“Almost an hour,” she whispered. A tear escaped down her cheek and it felt like a dagger to the heart. “I must have been really bad in bed to make him run away like that.” She tried to smile at her poor attempt at humor, but I wasn’t having it.

“No,” I said, cupping the sides of her face. “No. You will not take any of the blame for that asshole’s behavior. He took advantage of you and left you in a vulnerable position.” I swallowed hard. A lifetime of not expressing myself told me to shut up, but she deserved more from me. “I would never do that to you. Never.”

Her fingers ghosted down my cheek, catching on my stubble. “Have I told you I like when you have a beard?” she murmured.

I grinned and rubbed my cheek against hers. There was a light puff of air against my skin as she giggled.

“I know you’re not like him,” she said. “I just… it just makes me feel safer to know I can get away if I need to.”

I rested my forehead against hers. “I’ll give you what you need. But one day, you’ll know that the safest place for you to be is in my arms.”

“When did you get to be so sweet?”

I chuckled. Even with the enraging story she’d told me, my chest felt lighter than I could remember. I would deal with the bastard who hurt her in the morning, but for now, it was all about her.

My treasure.

My wife.

“I don’t fucking know. What have you done to me?” I asked.

Her crystal blue eyes met my dark ones. “Hopefully the same thing you do to me.”

“And what is that?”

“You make me feel.” Her lips brushed against my cheek.

I groaned as I ran my hands down her back until I cupped her plump ass. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Will you let me inside you, tesoro? Will you let me show you how deeply you belong to me?”

“Please, Matteo.” Nothing could prepare me for the thrill of hearing my name on her lips as she arched against my cock. I tightened my grip on her, wishing I had more hands so I could touch every part of her at once. One time with her would never be enough. A million times with her wouldn’t be enough.

I pulled back enough to draw off her shirt and bra, revealing perfect breasts tipped with pretty pink nipples. My cock ached at the perfection of her. I placed kisses on each nipple and then down her stomach. Sofiya sucked in sharply and squirmed. I pulled back, and she covered her stomach with her arms.

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