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Another thrust deep into her throat and my head fell back, my eyes closing as I drove into her again and orgasmed like never before. Every time was better with her, more addictive. Maybe it was her willingness, the look on her face telling me she loved this as much as I did. Or maybe it was her love for me. Fuck if I knew, but I was certain it would be like this with her for the rest of our lives.
Amore swallowed all my cum, her little noises ready to get me hard again, and my fist still gripping her hair. I slowly let go of her. She slowly eased back, my cock sliding out of her pretty, smart mouth. She leaned back, licking her lips. It didn’t matter that she was on her knees; she ownedme.Amore was permanently inked into my heart and soul.
Her lips curved into a soft smile, like she knew she owned me and would keep me. She fucking better.
I yanked her to her feet and sat her on the shower bench, pushing her legs apart with my hands, her glistening, pink pussy on full view. Fuck, I was getting hard again.
I kneeled between her parted legs. “My turn,” I growled.
Sweet fucking Jesus Christ! She was soaking wet. I leaned my face between her thighs, parting her with my fingers and taking a long lick. She tasted like the best dessert. Strawberry, desire, and her… just her.
A visible shudder passed over her body, her hips lifting, grinding against my mouth.
“Please, Santi,” she breathed out. “Oh, God. Please.”
This was how I wanted her all the time. Greedy and demanding. Just as I was with her. Just the two of us, getting lost in our oblivion.
Our gazes held as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, her body vibrating with need and shudders rolling through her soft body. Her tongue swept over her bottom lip, her pants getting louder, her eyes hazed with desire.
I kept eating her out, the need to see her fall apart driving me. I wanted to ensure she knew who she belonged to, who owned her. She rocked against my mouth, chasing her orgasm and it didn’t take long. She came with a cry, her body shuddering against my tongue and my name on her lips.
I was hard as a rock, ready to bury myself inside of her tight little cunt. Not giving her time to come down from her high, I slid my hands under her butt cheeks, I lifted her up, her legs wrapped around me.
My cock at her hot entrance, I brought her down roughly until I was deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. Pushing her against the shower wall, I thrust brutally inside her again. Soft whimpers left her mouth and her back arched off the wall. God, she was perfect! Writhing against me, her hips rocking, grinding, and demanding her pleasure. Amore owned her pleasure, as well as mine.
“Santi,” she whispered. “God, I love you.”
I felt her nails sinking into my shoulder blades, a look of pure bliss on her face. Losing my control, I picked up my pace, thrusting rough and deep into her tight cunt. My own personal heaven.
“I love you.” My voice was rough, grunting. I craved her. She was the only human on this planet that could tear me apart. “I’m yours.”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled back her head, exposing her pale, fragile neck. My lips found her pulse point and I sucked on it, nipped it, leaving red marks for all to see. I wanted to mark her for the whole world to see. For the whole world to know that she fucking belonged to me.
My ring on her finger.
My red marks on her skin.
My last name attached to hers.
I grazed my teeth against her pulse, thrusting crazily into her pussy. “I love how good you take my cock,” I praised and felt a shudder pass her body.
She was panting, rolling her hips to meet each one of my thrusts. She was the best drug, my only drug.
“P-please…” Her eyes hazed, and our gazes locked. Everything faded but this woman that would soon become my wife.
I drove into her hard and fast. She writhed, and I was too far gone as I relentlessly pounded into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock, strangling it in the most delicious way. I could feel she was close. With one hand still firmly holding her, I raised my right hand and wrapped my fingers round her fragile neck. She leaned into my big hand and that trust did something to me every time. I could snuff the light out of her, but she trusted me. Her pulse thundered under my fingers. I lightly squeezed her neck, my thrusts deep and fast while her cunt choked my cock.
“Come for me, baby,” I ordered with a squeeze on her neck, and she came undone. Her green eyes shone as she orgasmed, her skin flushed red and her body shuddering. I fucked her rough and hard through her orgasm, my mouth on her, smothering her, drinking in her moans. Her heat and the strangling hold of her pussy took me over the edge, and I came hard.
CHAPTER71
Amore
The orgasm I just had left me limp in Santi’s arms. I had died and gone to orgasm heaven. I couldn’t even gather the energy to move, never mind get soaped up.
A soft chuckle had me lifting my head off Santi’s shoulder. His dark eyes shone like black diamonds. “Don’t tell me you are done for the day?”
I put my forehead back on his shoulder. “No, but let me catch my breath first,” I muttered. “I’m slightly out of practice.”
