Page 92 of Promise Maker

“Ah fuck,tesoro!” hesnarls, his grip tightening on my hair. I don’t mind. “I’m about to burst.”

He tenses up along with his cock and spasms as thewarm fluids spray out, hitting the back of my throat.

I continue pumping, settling down only when hestarts to relax again.

There’s a shitload of his icky cum in my mouth.

“Don’t spit it out,” he grates. “Swallow it all,tesoro.”

I do as he says, not wasting a single drop.

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I don’t want to leave this place.

I’m experiencing utter bliss with Solari in everyway possible.

Going to bed and waking up next to her stirs themost incredible feeling. I’ve never been happier.

Last night in the tub, I was nervous to admit thatI love her. Hence why Ispokeit in my native tongue.

The look in her eyes convinces me she not onlyunderstood a bit of what I’d said, but she might feel the same and is stillholding back.

Perhaps she doesn’t want to love me.

If that’s the case, how could she even trust me?

Why does she stare at me in such a pining way?Just as she’s looking at me now while nibbling on the fresh peaches thatGabriella served with breakfast.

“I noticed a trail over there,” she says, juttingher chin in the direction of the trees.

I break out of my thoughts. “Yes, it leads to asmaller cove and swimming hole. We’ll go there later.”

“Cool.” She dips her head to her plate. “When dowe go back, anyway?”

“What’s the matter?” I tease, arching a brow whenshe looks up. “Afraid of what I will do to you now that I have you alone?”

Solari bites on her lip, eyes fluttering. “I’m notafraid. I asked because I like it here. I don’t mind staying a while.”

“Oh?” That pleases me. “Soyou’re enjoying yourself then. You like discovering your sexual side.”

“Hm.” She finishes eating and leans back in thechair. “Maybe.”

We stare at each other in quiet for several beats.

As her tongue darts out to lick peach nectar fromher lip, my cock throbs, and I order, “Come here,tesoro.Come sit on your husband’s lap.”

I catch the way her eyes gleam excitedly.

Solari moves around the table and slowly lowersonto my thigh.

“What are you going to do?” Her nervous auburngaze drifts to the guards patrolling the yard.

“Don’t worry. The men won’t look. But…” I tug heragainst my chest and carry my hand under her dress, teasing her soft flesh. “Ifyou’re shy, try not to moan too loudly.”

“Domenico,” she whimpers as I ease her underwearaside and swipe my fingers between her moist folds.

Her eyes fall shut, head tilting back against myshoulder.

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