Page 108 of All Her Broken Pieces

Fuck, this is it, he’s going to propose.

Picking me up, he walks us into the kitchen and sets me down on the island, then drops onto his knees.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a tremble in my voice.

“Something you’ve wanted for a while now,” he says as he lifts my shirt and spreads my legs. Pulling my thong to the side, he licks along my inner thigh up to my now-drenched pussy.

Pausing over my clit, his breath tickles me as he says, “You wanted me to fuck you in a kitchen. We aren’t making any more meals in here before we leave, and we already paid a cleaning deposit for this place.”

His words are music to my ears, and I let out a sigh of relief when I realize he isn’t proposing but is finally giving me kitchen sex.

“Now be my good girl?—”

“In Italian,” I beg.

“Cazzo, ragazza,” he says before descending on my pussy, holding me to the counter, and eating me with a fervor he’s never shown, and this man has eaten me out a lot. My orgasm is all-consuming and hits quickly, drenching us both as I moan a string of curses.

“Hai un sapore così buono. Ora prendi il mio cazzo.”

The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming as slips down his shorts and pulls out his cock. He rips off my panties and pushes into me, his thick cock filling me almost to the point of pain, a good pain that quickly morphs into pleasure. “Fuck, Ethan. Yes. So good,” I moan.

“Fanculo, tesoro, ti amo così tanto.”

“I love you,” I moan, pulling him into a passionate kiss as my pussy tightens around him, squeezing him as his movements turn erratic and he clings to me, whispering in Italian.

This is exactly what I want, a lifetime of passionate moments with this man.

Ethan

“Where are all the peas?” Bridget shouts from the kitchen.

“On my dick,” I croak back with my legs propped up on the couch, frozen peas pressed against my crotch as I try to get comfortable.

It’s been a month since we got back from Italy. While we had an amazing trip, I noticed Bridget’s anxiety spiking quite a bit and realized she must have been worried I was going to propose. I know she loves me, but she is not the kind to rush into marriage, so I know I need to give her more time to come around to the idea. However, it was important to me that she knew how serious I was about her and our child-free life, so I got a vasectomy.

“Oh shit, was your appointment today?”

With Bridget preoccupied by another merger at work, I figured this was the perfect time to have it done since I wouldn’t see much of her and wouldn’t be distracted by thoughts of her perfect ass during recovery.

“Yup. Alyx took me. Gave me shit the whole time too.”

“Lemme guess, endless jokes about you being neutered?”

“It doesn’t help that you call me pup. I did flash him my balls after just to prove that they were still there. He did not appreciate that, but he shut up real quick.”

“You two are too much.” She laughs as she walks toward me, eyeing my makeshift ice pack. “We have many different options for ice, pup, you didn’t have to use all the peas.” She leans over me, her head upside down, as she kisses my forehead.

“But this doesn’t melt and make a mess,” I say, readjusting it on my junk.

“When can we…” she trails off, her voice a little breathy.

“Don’t, hellcat. Don’t use that voice on me right now,” I warn.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She knows exactly what she’s doing. “Just let me know if you’ve pooped yet,” she jokes.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” I groan. “I’m out of commission for about a week, which is why I planned this when you had a lot going on at work. Please don’t give me a boner right now, I’m a little afraid of what might happen,” I beg just as the doorbell rings.

“Saved by the bell.” She moves to answer it, swaying her hips as she goes. I have to look away and push the peas tighter against the ache in my groin.

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