Page 56 of Inescapable Ties
Pleasure pooled in my lower abdomen. Gasping, I grabbed the back of Luciana’s hair and pulled her off my length. She gave me a questioning look, silently asking me if she did something wrong.
“You’re going to make me come,” I said, resting my hand on the side of her face. “I want to do that inside of you.”
“Oh,” she said, her face blushing.
I pinned her to the bed, my hand trailing downwards to her slit. Without even sticking a finger inside, I could tell she was dripping and ready for me.
“Sucking my cock turn you on that much?”
“Shut-shut up!” Luciana said, turning even redder.
“If you’re not careful I’ll make you beg again,” I murmured, lining myself up with her.
But not really. I needed her far too badly to wait until she was begging for me. The pain of my denied orgasm had caught up to me, and I needed to find relief inside of her.
Before she could respond, I was already easing myself inside of her, her slick warmth allowing easy entrance. When I bottomed out, we both let out a guttural moan, our bodies seamlessly melding together as if they were made for this very moment. We moved in perfect rhythm, lost in each other’s touch and taste and scent.
The familiar sensation of release approached, but there was no way in hell I’d come before my wife. I trailed my hand down Luciana’s body until I found her swollen pearl. My hand traced circles into it in time with my thrusts, and it didn’t take long until I felt her walls flutter around me.
Her gasps echoed through the room as she came, her nails leaving marks down my back. But I barely noticed the pain as I chased after my own orgasm, lost in the ecstasy of being inside of her. It wasn’t much longer until I spilled my seed deep within her.
As we laid together on the bed, a sense of tranquility settled between us. She nestled into my chest, finding peace in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat until she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter thirty
Luciana
“Doyouwanttogo out today?” Emilio asked, kissing down my neck.
The sun had risen, and we were both still lying in bed together.
Despite our limited encounters, I could tell Emilio was skilled in the bedroom. Every time we had sex, he brought me to toe-curling orgasms.
“I don’t know if I can walk,” I mumbled, and he laughed at my response.
“Don’t know? I just might have to confirm that for you,” Emilio said, flipping to mount his naked body over mine. I whimpered as his stiff length rubbed against my thigh.
Just as he was about to enter me, a series of rhythmic knocks pounded on his door, the sound echoing through every corner of the apartment. He cursed under his breath and hastily threw on a pair of loose pajama pants before shuffling towards the door. The knocking intensified with each step, filling the air with a sense of urgency and impatience.
When he opened the door, I heard another man’s voice on the other side. He and Emilio began speaking in rushed, loud Italian.
Wanting to see who the visitor was, I hastily started throwing on clothes. Other than the wedding, I hadn’t met Emilio’s friends. Even then, I had met so many people that their faces were lost to me.
I exited the bedroom to see Emilio talking - arguing? - with the biggest man I had ever seen in my life. He had to have been 6’6, and his muscles were covered in tattoos. I knew I shouldn’t judge people by their looks, but he terrified me.
“Luciana,” Emilio said as he saw me emerge from the hallway. “This is my friend, Vincenzo.”
What other type of friends would “The Butcher” have? Certainly not Mark from accounting who works nine to five.
“Nice to meet you,” I said.
Vincenzo gave me a nod. He was a large man, and it seemed like he was not one to speak often.
“Why don’t you get ready for the day?” Emilio asked. “We can go to Starbucks after this.”
As I gazed into Emilio’s eyes, I saw the true meaning behind his words. He requested I excuse myself so he could conduct business with the man in private. The intensity of his gaze conveyed a sense of urgency and importance, and I knew that whatever they were about to discuss would have significant ramifications. I offered a polite smile as I left the room, but couldn’t help but wonder what secrets were being exchanged behind closed doors.
I tried pushing the thoughts out of my mind as I got ready for the day. When I was in the middle of blow-drying my hair, Emilio entered the bathroom, in a noticeably bad mood. I turned the blow-dryer off and stared at him through the mirror.
