Page 52 of Forced Arrangement

“Please,” she mewls, arching off the bed, trying to force me to slip inside of her. “Please, I want you.”

“I know you do,” I reply, nudging my cock through her slickness again, letting just the head slip inside of her. I withdraw as soon as she tries to lift her hips to meet me. “Which is why you can’t have me…yet.”

“Angelo,” she says, her tone growing a bit annoyed. She presses up toward me, and sheathes herself around me entirely with an excited cry.

“Fuck,” I mutter, barely managing to force myself to pull out of her again. “Patience,” I mutter to her as I lift myself off of her body a little.

I trail kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, and suck a nipple into my mouth. She arches into my mouth wildly, desperate for release, tossing her head on the bed. I continue on my way, ignoring my raging cock, kissing along her ribs, pressing my lips to her navel, then trailing my warm breath over the skin of her mound. She cants her hips up with a cry, her pre-orgasm shaking starting again.

“Oh, Angelo,” she pleads. “I’m going to die if I don’t come.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” I say back. I draw closer to her again, allowing myself to come to rest against the wetness of her. The heat pouring from her hungry pussy makes my head spin, and my hips jerk in her direction before I can stop them. Hissing with annoyance at myself, I slow down, pressing a hand to her body just below her navel.

“Slow down,Tesoro mio,”I whisper to her, moving slowly, so slowly within her, sheathing myself one fractional bit at a time. “Let me do the work. Let me pleasure you.”

She draws in a deep breath, her languorous eyes meeting mine. She nods once, the movement almost imperceptible, before relaxing slightly into the bed. I continue pressing forward, my cock parting her heated flesh one tiny bit at a time. Her trembling increases as she catches her lower lip in her teeth, clearly struggling to hold still and let me fuck her this way.

I finally seat myself fully inside of her, and close my eyes as I will my cock to wait for just a moment, to extend the moment.

“Angelo, I swear to God if you don’t…” she starts to say, her eyes flashing at me.

I silence her with a kiss, and press even further into her, nudging, pressing, stretching. She gasps loudly, her hands grasping the bedspread.

“Come with me,Tesoro mio,” I tell her, feeling my orgasm poised to flood over me. I press forward yet again, feeling her internal trembling, feeling her thighs shaking where they are wrapped around my waist.

“Oh my God, Angelo!” she screams, coming violently, shaking and trembling, her wetness rushing over my cock and spilling across her thighs. I pump inside of her twice, and follow her over the edge, roaring with a pleasure that feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside out.

I just manage to keep myself from collapsing onto her, crushing her with my weight as I shake and snap with the jolts of ecstasy. I have never, ever experienced anything like this. I feel like I might die, but I would welcome death if it feels like this.

“Oh my lord,” she whispers between noisy breaths. “Oh my God.”

“Agreed,” I say, my voice deep, hoarse, like I’ve been yelling at a concert or speaking loudly for hours.

I manage to tumble onto my side, tugging her with me so I can pull her into me. I stroke my hand slowly up and down her back, soothing us both, quieting the remaining aftershocks of the intense pleasure we just experienced.

“I will take this as a sign that you are okay with being Mrs. Castiglia,” I say, dropping a kiss on her brow.

She chuckles. “How can I complain when you can dothatto me?”

I laugh lightly. “I should be thanking you. For so many reasons.”

She sighs a little and snuggles closer. “See that you don’t forget it.”

We are silent for a moment or two, and then I say, “I wish that we could go on a honeymoon. I’m sorry about the timing of all of this. I’m sure that this isn’t what you imagined when you thought about your wedding day.”

She leans away a little bit to look at me. “Well, to be fair, when I thought about my wedding day the last time, I was a little girl and I couldn’t have imagined most of what this night would entail.” She trails her fingers over my cock, which is still at half-mast. It twitches toward her despite this.

“Fair enough,” I say with a smile. “Do you want a honeymoon?”

She shrugs. “It would be nice, eventually, I guess. But I know it’s not possible right now.”

I appreciate that she’s so practical. She often amazes me with her determination to get things done. She is dogged, and tackles jobs with precision and energy, both big and small.

“I’m sure that there’s something that we can do over the next couple of days,” I press. I want her to be happy. I want her to feel appreciated.

She is quiet for a moment. Then she says, “Well, there is one thing I have been wishing I could do.”

I draw back a little. “Name it.”

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