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My breath catches in my throat.

I am not wearing a bra beneath the wedding dress, and I chose not to wear any fancy lace lingerie because in my mind I was determined not to be in this position. But now, with the way he is watching me, I almost wish I had worn something sexy.

I can’t believe how much his gaze is turning me on.

I actually want him to think I’m sexy.

The dress falls to the floor around my feet. My thin pale-blue lace panties are all that is covering my body now.

I steal another glance at him—he has pulled his jacket and his shirt off, and his pants are unbuttoned. I turn my eyes quickly away from him again, taking short, heavy breaths. He is so fucking sexy.

I can do this. I know my body wants to, even though my mind is terrified.

I don’t know if it is going to hurt or feel good, but I do know that my body is practically begging to be touched by him.

I am about to turn to face him, feeling both self-conscious and incredibly turned on, but before I can move, I feel the heat of his hands running down my naked back.

He steps close to me, pressing his toned stomach muscles against my back as his hands slip down my sides and over the curve of my hips. He leans over me, his breath hot on my neck. Then his lips touch my skin and fire pulses through me.

I can feel his rock-hard cock pressing into my back. It feels huge. I don’t know if I can handle it.

He turns me to face him and bites his lower lip as his hands gently cup my breasts, massaging my nipples in electrifying ways.

Then he runs his hands down my back, over my ass, and lifts me into his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the bed.

His lips lock onto mine and the heat of his kiss is unbearable. His mouth presses over mine and his tongue plays across my lips, then dips inside. I wrap my hands behind his head and kiss harder in response to the growing need I am feeling.

All of my resistance is gone at the feel of his touch.

My skin is begging for more, my pussy is throbbing and soaked.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as he licks slowly across my throat. I gasp, rocking my hips against him as he holds me in his arms.

He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through me.

Stefano lowers me onto the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling them wide apart as he drags me to the edge of the Stefress. He kneels down and buries his face between my legs, licking slowly with his hot tongue, letting it slide over my pussy.

I never imagined it would feel this good to be touched by someone, especially not him, and whether I want to admit it or not, I am putty in his hands. He can do whatever he wants to do to me. I won’t even try and stop him.

He dips his tongue inside me, and he starts moving it back and forth in deep, slow, thrusting licks. I can’t contain myself. I reach out and run my fingers through his hair, pushing his face harder against me and rocking my hips, rubbing myself against his mouth.

He moves his tongue higher up, letting it glide across me, as though writing love letter over my clit while dips his fingers inside me.

I cry out, so close to falling over the edge, and unable to hold myself back from doing so.

He starts moving slower, teasing me delightfully, making the pleasure last longer.

He grabs my ass and lifts my hips up in his hands so that he can press his face harder against me. Then he is moving faster, licking harder, and the intense pleasure is building up to the point of making me feel like I am about to ignite.

The sounds of delight that are pouring out my lips seem to be driving him.

My legs begin to shake and suddenly my thighs clamp against the side of his face. An orgasm more intense than I have ever felt before crashes through me like a tidal wave of pleasure.

I can barely breathe. I can’t think. I can’t focus on anything but him.

I lie breathlessly on the bed with my hands over my face. I can’t believe that just happened.

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