Page 10 of Risky Vows

Damn it. I hate Massimo.

"Let's see what kind of other responses your bodyvaguelygives," he says, with an edge in his voice that short-circuits my brain.

He lowers himself on me, giving my skin open-mouthed kisses, trailing a path from my breasts to my tummy, nipping at me for good measure. I bite my tongue, but I can't stay still. My back arches like the most primal and raw part of me is offering myself to him.

Growling, he pulls me to the edge of the bed and plants each foot on either side. I feel a weight shift on the mattress, signaling him leaving the bed. When he breathes between my legs, his intentions are clear.

Damn it. He's kneeled in front of me, and he's about to?—

He delves his tongue into me with intensity, licking my flesh like he's got somewhere to go soon. It's urgent and animalistic, and it turns me on like someone lit a match inside my erogenous zones. He touches the area behind my knee and massages it in a circular motion.

It's so good. I shouldn't like this, but I do.

A bubble of heat expands in my core, and it travels through me, restricting my lungs and setting my heart on a wild chase. He continues to stake his claim, thrusting his tongue inside me, shoving my legs over his shoulders for a better angle and more profound tasting.

This feels way too intimate to share with him. Feels wrong. He's my husband, yes, but I barely know him, and whatever I know about him, it's bad.

Massimo catches my clit between his teeth, and I whimper. The Amara from minutes ago would never succumb, but I'm adifferent person right now. Encouraged, he grazes his teeth over my sensitive nub, and sharp strands of awareness arrow through me.

"Massimo," I say his name like a curse. Air rushes from behind my teeth, and the enunciation is as urgent as the need for release building within me.

Me calling him by his name unleashes something in him because he sucks my clit like it's the world's most treasured delicacy, a rare snack that only he gets to enjoy. He inserts his fingers into me again, mimicking what his cock will surely do to me soon, and the hot pressure explodes inside me.

I come hard, that uncontrollable current rushing through me from top to bottom, my limbs shaking. He doesn't let up and licks me clean, keeping my trembling thighs in place.

Wow.

My heart beats like it's found a way out of my chest when he pushes me to the middle of the bed, folds my legs close to my chest, and, once again, rubs his cock at my entrance.

My clit tingles. I'm still throbbing, sweat sheening over my skin. Now, I feel his jewel even more, my pussy sizzling with the contact. Is it going to feel weird inside me? I bite my lip.

He slides right in, thrusting all the way to the hilt. I take a deep breath, tingles of achiness sparking in my inner walls. I need to adjust to his size, but so much is happening. Between recovering from my orgasm and the challenge of his girth and length, his sinful accessory teases my already sensitized area.

He rails me relentlessly, and I act like I can take it—even though I need to overcome the pain, the surprise, the exhilarating sensations taking over me. Do I want him to stop? No.

With each thrust, the tension in the air thickens.

"Are you sleeping yet, rat?" he asks. "Pulling through?"

I roll my eyes. Even now, he's annoying as hell. "Pulling."

Massimo withdraws his cock and slams it inside again without a measure of care. This time, his cock sears my pussy; the friction, the size, and the jewel are all too much to handle.

He flicks my clit, and my last ounce of control tears. My core contracts, my upper body jerks against my consent, and a ball of fire rolls through me. I wish I could be quiet or indifferent, but my body doesn't reason.

He doesn't let up and keeps on fucking me while I jerk around him, my inner walls clamping around his cock, sweat covering my limbs.

I'm still dizzy from the high, my vision dotted when he switches me onto my belly and lifts my ass in the air. I'm on all fours, and before I can speak, he slams into me again. Damn.

It's like he's imprinting his dick in my pussy.

The sound of skin slapping skin adds to our ragged breaths, mine more so than his. There's no doubt that he's in control, that this is his game, his circus, and I hold no power over him. A small part of me wishes I could change it, but I don't know if I can play with so much danger.

I grasp the sheets, his balls hitting my thighs with each thrust. I've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, yet he rails me so hard that protesting is impossible. Groaning, he sneaks his hand in between my legs, then lower, until he touches my clit.

He rolls his thumb over it, then taps it, and with each little thump, the pressure builds inside me, the edge so fucking close. He's so deep inside me that I feel his piercing touch my cervix. My inner walls clamp around his cock, and my nerve endings sear. I've never been so maddeningly stimulated down there.

Massimo squeezes my clit with his thumb and index finger, and I yelp. My core contracts for a second before I let go with a clumsy jerk of my upper body, no longer able to control myself.

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