Page 29 of Risky Vows

He bites my ass cheek, and a hot zing spreads through my butt. Growling, he moves to the other cheek and nips it, sending sparks through the rest of me. I rock my ass in his mouth, begging for more, restless, fidgety. Then, he does it.

He splits my cheeks and slides his tongue between my crack. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, and he sneaks his hand around my legs to thrust three fingers into my sex.

I yelp.

He doesn't waste time talking. He gets down to business, fucking my pussy with his digits while sliding his tongue all the way to my asshole. At first, I feel silly. Is he really doing it?

He nips the area above my thighs and tongue fucks my asshole relentlessly while aggressively claiming my pussy. I'm so close. My lungs constrict, and every muscle is strung so tight that my core contracts in the most uncomfortable way.

Massimo squeezes my clit, and that does it. The pressure gives way to a violent orgasm that rides me like a tornado. Every fiber of my being is attuned to the pleasure sweeping through me.

I'm his, and there's nothing I can do about it.

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Massimo

I remove the stuff I ordered and had expedited delivery from a sex shop. I grab the vibrator and the special lube. I told Amara to go upstairs and get ready for me as I went to get the package.

Carrying the items to our suite, I smile. I find her on the bed, still wearing that luscious corset but without the underwear or stockings. She's hot as fuck.

Killing Ugo has brought us closer. I feel it in my soul.

She questioned about me not having firsts, and I mentioned raw dogging her ass, but there are other firsts where she's concerned. The way that intense emotion moves through my chest when I'm with her. I can't say that, though—that's a bit too much.

I've never said these things before, and I'm not ready to give her that kind of power. To tell her how much she's messed me up internally. Who knows what she'd do with it? In my world, expressing these types of emotions means giving someone your entire ammo supply in the middle of a war.

Though the way she's looking at me now, with so much willingness and devotion, makes me feel like giving her every fucking thing. Signing my life away. Draining every ounce of blood as a gesture of goodwill.

Amara props herself on her elbows, and her nipples nearly pop out of the corset. She eyes the items in my hand, which I place on the end of the bed. "Got what you wanted?"

"I'm about to."

I plop on the mattress next to her, and she chuckles. I carefully untie the knot at the top of the corset, undoing the satiny string until it's loose and her breasts spring free, with the corset bunching at her waist. "Damn."

She bucks her back, and when I run my fingers down her chest, she moans. A sound I'll never tire of. "Massimo… can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you think I'm enough for you?" she asks, and the vulnerability in her voice slices my heart in half. "I mean… you're so experienced. I got into this marriage knowing this was a business deal. That you'd probably have affairs because that's what a man in your position does. But now we’re married, I don't know if I can survive if you do."

"Amara."

She blinks, and tears form in her eyes. "Sorry, I know I probably turned you off big time. You don't have to say anything."

"Amara, look at me," I say, my pulse throbbing in my throat. I swallow words that want to spill out of my mouth, words I can't comprehend. "I'm yours," I say simply. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I catch her lips with mine in a kiss that encompasses all the insane emotions coming alive inside me. My cock twitches, the grumpy bastard painfully ready for some action.

She rolls on top of me, and I thrust my fingers into her wavy hair and tug, pulling her so close her nipples rub against mine.

Without breaking the kiss, she straddles me, her entrance so fucking close to my cock. I help her, rocking my hips so my thick head edges inside her, and she rolls her hips, taking me in.

Holy fuck. She disengages her lips from mine, sitting nicely on my dick, filling herself to the hilt. I cup her tits, squeezing them and catching one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger.

"Yes. Oh, yes," she hisses.

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