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“Only because we’re in the bath and you’re desperate for my cock.”

“Fuck you,” she growls, angry Mia making a return.

“I plan to, my gorgeous wife.” I bite her neck, making her moan. “I just need to ask one more question.”

“What?” she growls again, her anger making me even harder. I love how feisty she gets.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Seriously?”

“Deadly serious, Mia.”

She tries to move her hands over her tits and her hips against my hand, but I’ve got her pinned in place. She huffs out a frustrated breath. “Because I didn’t know if I could be with you like that. I don’t know where you’ve been. It’s called being safe.”

“I’m clean, Mia. I got tested at my yearly physical a few months ago, and as I’ve told you, I haven’t been with, or looked at, another woman since I first saw you. And just so you know,”I add, taking her earlobe between my teeth, feeling her shiver in my arms. “I’ve never not used a condom.”

“I’d be your first?” she asks softly, and my heart twists at the hopeful emotion I hear in her words.

“Yes, Mia, you’ll be my first. If you let me.”

“Please,” she pleads, her eager desperation making me hard as fucking steel and just as desperate.

“Hearing you beg,farfalla…” I say low in her ear, pressing her against me even more. “Can you feel what it does to me? You know I want to give you everything you desire. And if you desire me inside you with nothing between us but our need to be as close as possible, then it’ll be my pleasure. Literally.”

I take my hands away and lift her, lining my cock up at her entrance.

“Grip the edge of the tub, baby.”

She does, and I grab her chin, turning her face to the side so I can see the crazed need in her eyes for myself. I kiss her hard and pull her down onto my cock as I thrust up inside her.

Mia groans and bites down on my lip.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and grip her hips with both hands, holding her down on me. “Do you feel me,farfalla? Do you feel all of me? Because you feel like fucking heaven.”

Her breathing is erratic. “I feel you. You feel like heaven, too. Deeper. Bigger.”

“And I’ll feel even deeper like this,” I tell her, lifting her up and switching her from having her feet flat down beside my legs, to a kneeling pose and then sit her back down on my cock.

“Ahh!” she cries out, arching her spine and dropping her head back. “Yes!”

I grip her hips and guide her up and down my cock, letting her get used to the new position.

“Santino,” she moans. “So good.”

My ego inflates along with my heart, feeling like a goddamn superhero for giving it to my girl so fucking good.

I know the moment she wants to take over and I loosen my grip just the slightest, letting her ride me.

The way her back and arm muscles flex every time she lifts up and drops down on me has me mesmerized. The top of her ass peeks out of the water every time she does, too, and it’s a fucking sight to see.

“You look so beautiful fucking me, Mia,” I praise, and her inner walls squeeze around me like a vice. “You’re making it very difficult to not take control and fuck you from behind so I can see more of your perfect ass jiggle as I slam into you and hear your screams echo around me.”

“Santino,” she moans. “Yes,” she manages to say, her rhythm faltering after my words. “Fuck me like that. Please.”

“You know I love when you talk dirty, my bride. Now get on your knees and grab the end of the tub.” I shove her forward and she clutches the edge opposite of me. Up on my knees behind her, I slap her ass and grab her round cheeks, spreading them apart so I can thrust right back home inside her tight pussy.

Yes.

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