Page 28 of Ruthless God

I let out a small groan in frustration when I felt his tongue flick over my clit.

“It’s okay, baby,” Massimo muttered against me before going back to eat me out. “I got you.”

Did he?

My hands moved on their own accord when I reached down and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugging on it. He didn’t reprimand me. If anything, the pain seemed to have turned him on even more, and he doubled his efforts.

The fall was sharp and sudden.

One moment, I wasn’t sure what I needed—the next, I was pushed over the edge with no safety net beneath to cushion my fall.

I threw my head back and screamed out as the orgasm wrung out of me. I felt Massimo stab his finger inside me, drawing out the pleasure in clear focus, and all I could do was lay there and take it. “Massimo,” I cried out.

“That’s right. Does it feel good, baby?”

I cried harder and nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty as he crawled his way up my body, kissing over my skin that his lips could catch just before he pressed them against my own in a hard kiss that had me seeing stars.

I opened my eyes in a hazy glaze when he pulled away. He reached down between our bodies, and I looked to see him grabbing himself. I didn’t even know he had taken off his boxer briefs. My breath caught at the sight of his massive cock.

Was he planning on putting that thing inside me?

He’d break me for sure.

He tapped my chin gently until I was looking back at him. “It’s okay. You’ll stretch.”

“Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice low. My bottom lip trembled. I didn’t want it to hurt.

Massimo stilled above me, and he seemed surprised by my question as if no one had ever asked him that before.

“The first time usually does,” he said. “But I prepared you enough that it wouldn’t hurt beyond what you can handle.”

“How do you know what I can and can’t handle?” I challenged.

A small smile formed on his lips, and like every time he smiled, my eyes moved to his scars. “A guess?” he supplied.

“A guess?”

“I’m pretty good at guessing others’ pain tolerance.”

I nearly grimaced at his words. I supposed he was. It wasn’t like I had forgotten my husband was the head of one of the biggest crime families in the country. It was just so easy not to see that when he was alone with me.

I nodded and took in a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

He didn’t say or do anything for a moment. Then he leaned down and kissed the corner of my lips. “Brave girl.”

I nearly preened from his praise.

Andre always said I was a stupid girl. I never felt his words more aptly than I did then, to let myself get under the magnetism of Massimo De Luca and let something as small as his praise affect me so.

I didn’t give myself a chance to delve into that because I could feel the tip of Massimo’s cock probing at my entrance. I tensed, and Massimo kissed me once more, this kiss much more gentle than I thought a man like him could be capable of.

“Relax for me, Luna.”

I took in a deep inhale and forced myself to relax.

“Good girl,” he whispered. He pushed a little further inside. My eyes widened at the stretch, then the slight burn that took over. Massimo continued to praise me with soft words and softer kisses, pushing in a little deeper inside me.

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