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I’m flying.

I’m floating.

I’m free-falling.

My back bows and my neck arches back, the throaty moan tearing through me chafing my already sore throat.

Santino doesn’t let up. He draws out my orgasm, drinking my essence until I have nothing left to give.

“Please,” I beg, tugging on his hair. “Please,” I barely get out again before I give up and give in to the utter exhaustion of my mind and body.

Chapter 14

Santino

My wife is incredible. She’s perfect. She was made for me.

Mia let me touch her. She let me kiss her soft skin. She let me tease her and play with her. She let me feast on her pussy and fuck her with my tongue until she creamed her sweet nectar right into my mouth. I’ve never tasted a better pussy and she’s all mine, and only mine, for-fucking-ever.

She passed out from coming so hard and that satisfies me unlike anything I’ve ever accomplished in my life. I don’t care how long it takes for her to trust me enough to let me inside her, because I know the day will come, and it’ll be worth the wait. She’s worth the wait.

I lift Mia up and carry her to what will be her side of the bed and tuck her in. She makes a little mewling sound that’s a straight shot to my dick, and then sighs, curling into herself and remaining blissfully asleep.

I stare at her for another minute, admiring her innocence that’s still written all over her, but is now forever tainted by me because my lips and face are still covered in her innocence.

Fuck, I need a cold shower.

I leave my shoes by Mia’s on the carpet and quietly disappear into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I undress and toss my tux in the hamper, knowing my cleaning lady will sort it out for me when she comes.

I step under the spray of water before it warms up, needing the jolt to my system. Of course, it doesn’t do anything to deflatemy hard-on, and I wrap my hand around myself and close my eyes. I replay Mia at my mercy, the sounds she made when she was so far gone she couldn’t control herself, the look in her eyes while she watched me pleasure her, and the look on her face as she came.

Fuck.

The head of my cock swells and I tighten my grip, bracing myself on the marble wall. I bow my head as the water beats down on my head and I pump my cock for some relief. It doesn’t take long before the telltale fire licks down my spine and my balls grow heavy.

Knowing Mia is naked in my bed right now, I picture her begging me for my cock, and that’s all it takes for me to blow my load.

Jesus, it’s like I’m a damn teenager again. I haven’t come this fast since the days when I could barely control myself. I’d be embarrassed if it weren’t just me in here. Although, I have a feeling having Mia watch me masturbate, with those eyes that can get me do anything and are far too powerful for her own good, would have me coming just as quickly.

Fuck me, I’m adding that to my already long list of fantasies – us watching each other get off. I’d love to see Mia explore her sensual side and watch what she’s only done in the privacy of her room.

I’m just going to get hard all over again if I keep thinking like this, so I quickly clean myself and then dry off. I wrap the towel around my waist and soundlessly walk across the room to the closet.

I would normally sleep naked, but I don’t want to scare my new bride or have her think I’m pressuring her in any way, so I throw on a pair of flannel pajama pants, but not a shirt. I already don’t like the feel of anything between me and my sheets, andI’m making an exception for Mia with the pants. Besides, she deserves a little preview of who she got as a husband.

I’ve always kept in shape and train regularly in kickboxing and Wushu to keep my mind and body sharp, agile, and ready for anything. I’m not oblivious to how it’s all sculpted my body. I’ve had women lust after me and tell me how much they love my body, but it never mattered for longer than I needed to reel them in for the night, and then I never saw them again.

Mia, though…

I want her to look at me andsee me. I want her to look at me with lust in her eyes, but I also want her to see past the exterior and lust afterme.

I slide into bed and stare at my little butterfly. She looks at peace. She looks sweet and vulnerable. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to sleep in her makeup, but I’m not waking her up. I don’t want to break this moment in case it’s all too good to be true and she’ll wake up and regret everything. Marrying me, kissing me, saying yes to everything we just did. That’d fucking gut me. I’d rather her tell me no from the get go than regret anything we do.

I keep my eyes on her from my side of the bed even though the two feet between us feels like two miles, and all I want to do is pull her against me and use her heart beat as the steady metronome I need to help me sleep.

Instead, I stare at my wife’s angelic face until my eyes close against my will.

Chapter 15

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