Page 113 of Third Degree

“Not for a few more hours,” I murmured with desire, tracing them with the tip of my tongue as my hands explored lower. The towel was folded against itself and was holding on just barely.

I pulled the very top of the towel as he growled at me, exposing his throbbing cock.

“We are supposed to wait until after the ceremony,” I croaked, wrapping my hands around his shaft.

“Are we?” he mused, rolling my pebbled nipples through his fingers. I started to pump him with my hands as we stood in the doorframe of the house we were staying in.

“I guess I can mark down international sex on my growing list of experiences.” I giggled and locked eyes with his deep emerald-green ones.

“We need to checkmark every single thing on that list and then add some more.” His tongue slipped into my mouth as I pumped him hard. I loved watching him unravel beneath my hands.

He pushed us back so that we were now in the doorframe. I was between his legs, touching his veiny cock as I slid my hand up and down.

“I’m desperate,” I begged, releasing him from my grasp and dropping to my knees. “Just a little taste.”

I winked as I grabbed his hips and shoved them forward, forcing his cock into my mouth as he totally fell apart, moaning and groaning from above me. His hands gripped the frame as I bobbed my head, his cock deep at the back of my throat, and I licked him like it was my last meal.

I had to position my body slightly off-center to be comfortable, but I kept using my free hand to pump him while I swallowed every single morsel of him.

In an instant, he lifted me up carefully, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us over to the bed while our mouths devoured each other’s.

“I love you,” I kept repeating through breathless moments of reprieve. The desire grew inside me.

“I love you, rosa mia.”

I smiled at the familiar use of my nickname that, over the last five months, I had heard every single day.

He laid me down carefully on the bed, and immediately I sighed.

“I also love this bed.” I looked around at the beautiful, old Italian villa that we had rented and watched my proud king in all his glory standing over me. It was exactly what I needed this morning. In fact, it was what I needed every single day.

“I’m glad,” he mused as he sat down and pushed my thighs apart. “It’s yours.”

His tongue immediately laved my clit as he explored me.

“Mine?” I asked enthusiastically between vigorous lashings of his tongue against me.

“All yours.” He kept sucking and circling his tongue around my nerved bud. I was so close. The agonizing lust had built up so deeply that I wasn’t going to last long.

My clit was far more sensitive now than it ever had been, and it didn’t take long for me to come all over his face.

“Keep fucking my face, rosa mia.”

I writhed, bucking my hips against him to deepen the pressure of his mouth on me.

“Wait for me, rosa mia,” he practically begged.

I felt him move his mouth from me as the liquid dripped down my thigh. I needed more. Fuck, I needed him so badly that I was going to explode immediately.

I sensed him before I opened my eyes and saw that he was already on top of me.

“Lean to your side,” he told me.

I quickly shifted so that I was on my side as he grabbed my leg and opened it up, letting his cock slip into my damp pussy. I felt him push into me as he pulled my back to his chest.

Grabbing my breasts, he pushed inside me, and I wailed next to him.

“Oh, Daddy,” I breathlessly whispered as he continued to impale me. His large cock twitched, and I knew he wasn’t going to last very long either.

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