Page 58 of Married to the Mafia Devil

Her climax builds, her breathing becoming ragged as she approaches the peak. I increase my pace, my tongue darting faster and harder between her folds. The room fills with the sound of our passionate lovemaking, mingling with her cries of ecstasy.

As her climax draws near, she lets out a cry, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure. I can feel the tremors from her orgasm radiating through me, igniting a fire within my own core. With a final thrust of my fingers and a powerful lick, she erupts, her body convulsing beneath me in an uncontrollable release.

Even as she’s recovering, I spank her again, my cock rock hard and aching to be inside her. Not yet, I think. It’s too good to rush.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Emma

I squirm beneath Matteo's touch, my skin tingling where his hand has left its mark. His fingers trail down my spine, sending shivers dancing along my nerves.

His touch is like a symphony playing upon my flesh, each spank deliberate and calculated to elicit the sweetest of sensations. His hands move with purpose, tracing the curves of my ass as if committing them to memory.

When his fingers dip lower, seeking out the heat that simmers between my thighs, I gasp in anticipation.

His touch is maddeningly slow and achingly tender, teasing me to the brink of madness for a second time. Every flick of his tongue against my sensitive skin sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me, each one more intense than the last.

I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that he orchestrates with such skill.

My husband's ministrations drive me to the edge of sanity, his touch carefully coaxing me closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

As I finally succumb to the overwhelming urge building within me, his fingers slip inside me, sinking deep and exploring my innermost depths. His thumb rubs against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating out from the point of contact.

“You want to come again?” he asks.

“God, yes. Don’t stop.”

I moan aloud, my body shivering with anticipation as the waves of pleasure build higher and higher. His eyes never leave mine, his gaze intense and focused as he works to bring me to the edge of bliss.

He knows exactly what I need, how to stimulate me just the right way to make me come with an intensity that takes my breath away.

The pleasure builds and builds, until it becomes too much to bear. My muscles tighten, my breath hitches in my throat, and I feel the familiar sensation of release building within me. His fingers work their magic, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge.

And then, just as I'm about to cry out his name, He presses his fingers harder against my clit, and I feel it - the wave of pure ecstasy washing over me, pulling me under its spell and leaving me shuddering with pleasure.

As I come, I feel an incredible intensity that ripples throughout my entire being. My nerves are alive, buzzing with the energy of our mutual desire. His fingers keep their rhythm, drawing out the peak of my climax as if he understands the precise moments that will stretch it out to its fullest potential.

I feel his breath on my ear, his voice low and husky as he whispers, “You're mine, you know that?”

A small grin tugs at the corner of my lips as I nod, still lost in the throes of my orgasm. He increases the pressure on my clit, causing me to arch my back even further, my nails digging into his shoulders. I cry out his name, my body shaking with the intensity of our connection.

As the waves of pleasure finally subside, I feel him pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me gasping for breath.

In that moment, I am left breathless and weak in his arms, our bodies still entwined. He kisses me softly on the lips, his breath warm against my skin.

He kisses me again, this time more urgently. His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves and lines that he knows so intimately. I feel his cock pressing against me, a reminder of the desires still unfulfilled. I want him inside me, I need him.

But I know he wants to savor this moment, this connection between us. So, I reach down and take him in my hand, feeling his hardness pulse against my fingers. He gasps, his eyes locked on mine.

“I need you in my mouth,” I say, slipping his cock between my lips.

“Mia bella,” he replies, his eyes fluttering shut as my mouth envelops him, my tongue swirling around and teasing his sensitive head. I take him deep, savoring the salty taste of his skin and the warmth of his erection.

My hand gently strokes his thighs, providing a rough counterpoint to the sensuous act of blowing him.

“Christ, you're amazing,” he whispers, his hands threading through my hair. “I could come just from this.”

But I'm not finished. I want to bring him to the brink of ecstasy and then pull him back, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible. I suck and stroke, alternating between slow, deep strokes and fast, flicking motions, always keeping just enough tension in my grip to keep him right on the edge.

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