Page 85 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 1

“Touch me.” I rotated my hips in response.

“Oh, I plan to touch every inch of you, especially now that it’s all mine to do whatever I want with it.”

“Yessssss,” I agreed, lifting my other arm and linking them around his neck.

Finally, one of his hands cupped a breast and went straight for my nipple, plucking it like a guitar string, making me moan, as if I was the instrument and my moans, sighs, and pleas the music. His other hand came around the front, and he gripped my rounded stomach, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“Every inch,” he growled as he let go of my belly and shifted his touch down past my pelvis, through the neatly trimmed auburn triangle of hair and straight over my clit. He twirled and teased the tight knot in tandem with his other fingers tugging my nipple, until I was a mewling, panting mess of feral neediness.

“Do you feel how wet I make you?” He nipped at my ear, and I rose up on my toes, thankful for the heels I was still wearing as he plunged his fingers deep inside. “You think you’re ready to take my cock here?” he thrust in and out as he spoke.

“Oh my God.” I was losing my mind and my patience. I wanted his dick, but I was going to come standing in his arms if he didn’t fuck me soon.

“Come for me, Jules. Fuck my fingers until you come, and then I’ll give you my cock and make you sing for me all over again.”

“I can’t twice…” I breathed as I rode those fingers the same way I had earlier.

He chuckled as he thumbed my clit.

I moaned so loud he had to cover my mouth, leaving my nipple with a burning sensation that only added to the intensity of the pleasure I was receiving.

“That’s preposterous. I’m going to make you come many, many times in a row, wife. Just let go and leave your pleasure to me.”

I sighed and rode the waves of the impending orgasm. “Okay,” I breathed, then gasped as he pinched my clit and plunged his fingers so deep and high, I’m pretty sure my toes left the floor. He held me against his body as the orgasm crested and flooded my system. I convulsed wildly, my body twisting with wave after wave of pure Giovanni-induced bliss.

Before I could even realize what was happening, he’d turned me around and backed me onto the bed. I fell onto a cloud of satin, my hair fanning out, my entire body twitching with aftershocks.

That was when he upped the ante, by kicking off his shoes, removing his pants, and shucking off his underwear.

His cock stood powerfully at attention, the tip glistening in the dim light. I watched as a single pearl beaded at the tip and then slid slowly down the length of him.

I groaned and licked my lips.

“You want to put your mouth on my cock, don’t you?” He growled.

“Fuck yeah, gimme.” I reached out, wiggling my fingers, my gaze zeroed in on the dewy, bulbous tip. My mouth watered as Gio wrapped his hand around his length and stroked up and down.

I fucking whimpered at the sight. Not because he wasn’t touching me, but because he was denying me the chance to touch him in this state. The desire to pleasehim, to put my mouth on that cock, to make him cry out in pleasure was all consuming.

“I want it,” I griped, watching intently as he stroked himself leisurely.

“And you shall have it. When I say. Now spread your legs, Julianne. I want to see you weeping for me.”

“Giovanni,” I arched, and as my head fell back, I spread my thighs wide open, letting him see everything.

“So damn pretty. You make me want to kneel and worship you. Would you like that, dirty girl? For me to postpone my pleasure and make you come with my mouth?” His voice was like gravel—raw and jagged.

“Gio…please. Your cock.” I swallowed and shifted restlessly.

“Fuck, I love to hear you beg.” He put a knee to the bed, centered just the head of his cock inside me and stopped. “Squeeze the tip, Jules.”

I tightened my vaginal muscles, and he hissed, nostrils flaring, jaw tight. “Good fucking girl. Goddamn you please me.” He panted roughly, then reached for my knee and hiked it up toward my armpit. “Hold on, Jules. I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

He did not lie.

Before I could even get a good grip around his shoulder, he thrust home.

I cried out to God, to Gio, to anyone who would listen as he pounded in and out of me. Pleasure soared straight from where he ground down against my clit and splintered out into a rainbow of euphoric ribbons that glided through my body.

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