Page 36 of His Stolen Bride

Bella

“Santino.” I grab on to the headboard and try to keep my balance.

He licks and sucks between my thighs, pushing me closer to orgasm. His fingers dig into my ass, and he starts to rock into me, mimicking sex.

“Santino!” I cry out his name when he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue slipping back and forth over it, sending me over into pure bliss. I ride the orgasm out on his face, my hips moving to his rhythm.

My body relaxes as Santino keeps on licking up every drop of me.

“Oh! I’m suffocating you!” I try to wiggle off his face, but he only laughs at me. The vibration is too much after just coming. I slither out of his hold and down his body.

“It would be a sweet way to go.” His hand tangles in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. “Did you enjoy that, beautiful?”

“You know I always enjoy when you do that to me.”

“But we’ve never done it that way before.” He smiles.

I’d been reading in bed while Santino was still sleeping. I’d gotten to a sex scene where a girl was sitting on a man's face, and I didn't think it was possible.

When Santino woke up and saw my cheeks flushed, he knew I was turned on. The man is quickly learning to read me. He made me tell him what I’d read. Then he showed me it was very much possible as he brought me to multiple orgasms.

“I think it should be my turn.” I kiss his chest. Over one scar and then another. My warrior.

“Yes, your warrior.”

I look up at him, not realizing I said it out loud. I really like the sound of that. He is mine. My warrior would do anything for me, because he loves me. I’m starting to believe everything Santino has been telling me.

He makes me believe it more and more. I’m not going to let the things my father planted in my head turn something wonderful into something ugly. I won’t let my insecurities win. Santino is the one good thing that’s happened to me, and no one will take that from me.

I keep trailing kisses down his body as I pull the sheet out of the way. His cock is hard already. The head is a little darker, and cum leaks from the tip, causing my mouth to water for a taste of him. Santino reaches up and grabs the headboard with one hand. I hear it make a groaning sound.

“Beautiful, you just had your sweet pussy on my mouth. I’m on edge here.”

I smile, loving this power I have over him. I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly start to stroke him. More cum starts to leak from the head. I lean down and catch it with my tongue.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Anything you do is perfect. I just enjoy your mouth on me.”

“I enjoy having my mouth on you.” I suck him between my lips. I may have never done this, but I’ve read enough books to get an idea of what I’m supposed to do. With both hands I massage his balls as I keep on sucking as hard as I can, taking him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” He groans as his legs tense up. The headboard groans louder. His free hand tangles into my hair as my mouth continues to work him.

“Wife. I’m going to come.”

It only makes me work faster. I feel his hand tighten in my hair before he grunts out my name, and his release spills down my throat. I don’t stop sucking him until he pulls me off him and covers his mouth with mine. “You don’t have a fucking gag reflex.”

“I don't know.” I shrug.

He laughs, shaking his head before kissing me again.

“We should shower.” He pulls me from the bed. In the past month, we’ve built up a routine together. I love showering with him. First he washes me, and then I do the same to him. When we finally make it out of the shower, we have breakfast together. I didn't know men could be so sweet. There were a few times I’ve almost burst into tears.

“Do you like this?” I give a small spin, showing off my dress.

“You know I love when you wear dresses.”

“Me too.” I smile against his mouth before he kisses me. Oftentimes, he'll come find me throughout the day and pull me into a room to have his wicked way with me.

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