Page 15 of Kidnapped Wife

They were not going to have that time tonight, and when he knew she couldn’t take anymore, he plunged his fingers inside her and focused on her clit. Sliding his tongue back and forth across her engorged bud, working her pussy, getting her to that point, and he didn’t tease her this time. He threw her over the edge, sending her into an orgasm that made her scream and beg for more, and he loved the sound.

Even before she had finished her release, he moved between her legs and stared into her eyes, plunging balls-deep within her. He felt how tight she was, but also how wet. The last of her orgasm hadn’t even ebbed away, and he felt each pulse as she came down from her release. Taking hold of her hands,he locked their fingers together and then pressed her hands on either side of her head, keeping them into place. He stared into her eyes and then began to pull out of her tight warmth.

He kept his movements slow at first. Working his cock balls-deep in, and then pulling out until only the tip remained. This time, as he thrust inside, he didn’t go gently but fast, speeding up, and fucking her harder than ever before. He heard her soft moan, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

Now, he didn’t slow down. It had been too long since he’d been inside her.

Feeling her tight warmth wrapped around him, he stared into her eyes and knew he was not going to let this woman get away. He couldn’t let her get away. She was his prize, the love of his life, and he didn’t want to give her up.

Leaning down, he took possession of her lips and kissed her hard, as he drove inside her, filling her with his cock. His orgasm was so close, and he tried to hold it back but there was no way it was going to happen. Plunging inside her, he came, spilling every ounce of his seed into her pussy. As he did so, he hoped she got pregnant. He hoped she finally was filled with his child.

Only when the last droplet had fallen out of him did he stop and press his face against her chest, wrapping his arms around her.

They were both panting, and he breathed her in. He held her tightly within his grasp, not wanting to let her go. She was his lifeline. Forever.

“I love you,” she said.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “I love you too, and I promise you, there is no one else I would ever want. You own me, Elsie.”

“And you own me.”

Chapter Seven

“Massimo, come on, you cannot be serious.”

“I am serious. You’ve already worn way too many clothes than I would like you to wear, and I’m not going to tell you again. All you can wear is an apron as you cook me breakfast. I want to see that ass working.”

She rolled her eyes, it was like the past couple of weeks hadn’t even happened, and she loved that. “You’re insane.”

“No. I’m a man that knows what he wants, and I know I want you, and I also want to see my wife’s ass.”

He wouldn’t allow her to have any clothes. His rules, and he was refusing to budge, which was also driving her insane. Of course, she loved it as well. Although, cooking without any clothes on did take a while to get used to.

“I should make you starve,” she said, leaving the bedroom. She was about to go straight to the kitchen, but then she stopped and turned around. “What about Romero?”

“What about him?”

“He’s been dropping by unexpectedly. I don’t want him to see me naked.”

“My brother is not going to see you naked and if he ever did, I would gouge out his eyes. As it happens, he is busy. I’ve got him doing a job for me, and I’m taking care of you.”

She sighed. “You have an answer for everything.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Elsie laughed, but this time she gave her ass a shake as she made her way into the kitchen. She let out a scream as she didn’t get very far before his hands were on her.

“You know how to drive me crazy. I’m starting to think we should skip breakfast.”

“But the wait can be that bit more … pleasurable,” she said. She was more than happy to skip breakfast and to make upfor lost time.

Being with Massimo was a dream. Not just the sex, but his company, his everything. She tried not to think about how much she had missed being with him. It was hard to do. After she ran, it had been easier to not think of Massimo, but instead imagine him with Isabella, making love to her, wanting her. It was insane and totally messed up. And it had nearly ruined their marriage.

If she ever saw that bitch again, she was going to hurt her. Elsie clenched her hands into fists just thinking about what Isabella had nearly done, and she had almost let her. All because the woman wanted Massimo. But her husband didn’t want anyone but her, and she needed to remember this.

“Babe, what is it?” Massimo asked.

She stared into his blue eyes. “I’m just thinking abouther.”

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