Page 65 of His to Honor

He delivers the last strike between my legs. I yelp, but I’m not quite so startled by the zing of pain this time. I wait for Matteo to let me up, but he holds me in place while his fingers explore my feminine folds.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart.” His fingers skim over my swollen clit. “You’re soaking my pants. Well, Sandro’s pants.”

Mortified, I glare up at him, my eyes narrowed. “You’d better have them dry-cleaned before you give them back. Better still, burn them.”

“Are you giving orders, sweetheart?”

I suck in a breath as he squeezes my poor aching ass.

“It’s not an order,” I tell him. “Just a suggestion I strongly urge you to follow.”

Matteo grins. “I see the spanking didn’t diminish your sass. Perhaps I need to find a way to keep your mouth busy.”

There’s no mystery as to how he intends to achieve that. Lifting me effortlessly off his lap, he arranges me on my knees on the floor, my hands still bound behind me. I rest back on my heels and watch while he undresses. Although I’m not entirely comfortable on my knees like this, it’s no hardship to watch my husband strip. He toes off his sneakers, revealing bare feet. He rips his shirt open, popping buttons across the room. I’ll bet that belonged to Alessandro too.

When he shucks off his pants, it becomes apparent that while he borrowed clothing from his older brother, underwear wasn’tincluded. He’s suddenly stark naked. He grabs his impressive erection and strokes himself slowly, once, twice, three times.

“Thirsty, sweetheart?” he taunts, and I realize I’m practically drooling. He steps closer and places a hand beneath my chin. He gently pulls me up so my face is level with his crotch. His thumb rubs across the seam of my lips. “Open up. I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth.”

I part my lips and he slides his cock between them. His length glides over my tongue and hits the back of my throat. Panic seizes me and my shoulders stiffen, but I quickly tamp it down.I’ve done this before. I can take him. He won’t push too hard. Repeating the words inside my head, I convince myself to relax.

“Good girl.” Matteo strokes my cheek as he slides out and back in. “Swallowing your husband’s cock so well.”

I close my eyes as he hits the back of my throat, and breathe in his clean, masculine scent. He tangles his fingers in my hair. I can’t wait to grow it long again for him. Though he hasn’t said anything, I know he preferred it before. If I had a ponytail, he’d be able to wrap it around his fist and use it to control my movements. Fuck! Just thinking about that makes me wetter.

“Eyes on me, Giulia.” Matteo thrusts deep. My eyes fly open. “I want your full attention.”

I give him what he wants, fixing my gaze on him. The connection is electric. My body thrums with need as he continues to fuck my mouth, thrusting just hard enough to send a frisson of fear through me, but not so forcefully that I choke.

A pained sound escapes Matteo as I suck gently, drawing him in deep. He throws his head back and stills as his cock jerks inside my mouth. A hot jet of cum hits my throat and I swallow iteagerly. Matteo drags his still semi-hard cock out of my mouth, his breathing ragged.

“My turn.” His eyes glitter with dark intent.

Pulling me up from the floor, he shoves me face down over the bed. I wait for him to slide into me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he drops to his knees behind me and forces my legs farther apart. I gasp as he swipes his tongue along my pussy. Already keyed up, it doesn’t take long before my clit is throbbing. Pleasure twists my insides into a knot. The pressure builds and I’m so, so close when Matteo pulls back.

I hiss as he spreads my ass cheeks apart, digging his fingers into the tender flesh. Then he does something I never expected. His tongue circles my tight rear hole. It’s weird, but incredibly hot. I clench my fists, frustrated that I can’t clutch the sheets like I want to.

Matteo gets to his feet behind me, leaving me squirming on the bed, trying to find my own path to release. He unties my wrists, picks me up, and drops me onto the bed. I scramble to the middle. The bed dips as he crawls toward me. I part my legs for him, welcoming him in.

He pushes inside me so slowly, so reverently, my heart swells. His eyes find mine and I read so much in his gaze. There’s love, possession, trust, and fear. I reach up and stroke his face. This should be a moment for tenderness, for taking it slow and worshiping each other’s bodies, but that’s not what I need right now.

“Fuck me, Matty. Make me yours.”

A crease appears at the bridge of his nose. He holds himself still. The stretch is delicious, but I want more. Despite the way hecarried me in here and spanked my ass, he’s not sure of himself. I hate that my leaving him placed those doubts in his mind. Fortunately, I know just how to snap him out of it.

“Fuck me, Matteo, or I’ll find someone who will.”

Though I’m sure he knows I’m baiting him, that I’d never seek out another man, anger flares in his eyes. An animalistic growl rips from his throat as he raises himself up onto the palms of his hands and pumps his hips. He hooks an arm under my leg and pushes it up toward my chest, lifting my ass off the bed. I pant with desperate need as he slides out of me then slams back in.

His pace intensifies. I match his thrusts, moving my hips to meet him, but I can’t keep up. He fucks me too fast, too hard for me to do anything but hang onto his shoulders and take every ounce of the furious passion he pours into me.

My head thrashes from side to side as I dig my nails into Matteo’s flesh. My womb clenches and my pussy clamps down around my husband’s massive cock.

“You were made for me to fuck,” Matteo snarls. “Your pussy knows it, you know it.”

“Yes. Oh, fuck, Matty!”

“Come for me.” He punches his hips, driving repeatedly into my quivering body. “Show me what a good little slut my wife can be.”

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