Page 37 of His Wife

I guide my cock to her entrance, and she presses her hips toward me, wanting to take me inside her before I’m good and ready to give it. “You want my cock?” I repeat the question because I love hearing her say it. Crave it. Need it. Fucking taking it.

“Yes. I do,” she bites out, her lips all puckered against the seat pillow.

“Then you better scream for me, stray, because I ain’t giving you my cock because I think you deserve it. I’m going to fuck you because I know this little body of yours is nothing without it.”

I plunge into her hard, deep, and fucking brutal, her cries slamming against the ceiling. My cock hits so deep that I can feel a slight resistance, her pussy walls unprepared to take all of me with one relentless thrust. My fingers squeeze tighter around her neck, and I take her roughly, my cock diving into her soaked pussy while her screams of ecstasy cling to my goddamn skin.

“Is this what you want?” I bite out between breaths.

“Harder,” she demands.

“You sure about that?”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ,” I curse and let go of her neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her head back while pinning her hips down on the edge of the couch with my other hand. Her back is a perfect curve, and I cut my gaze from the delicate contour of her shoulder blades down to her ass, watching my cock fill her greedy cunt. I’m not gentle. My touch isn’t kind. But she likes it this way. We’re both animals driven by a need to fuck, reveling in it.

“I’m going to come.” She’s breathless. Mindless. Utterly consumed, and I can feel her pussy clamp down around me.

“You better fucking scream. Let the entire city of Rome hear you come, stray.”

She doesn’t disappoint.

She screams for me, a throaty, desperate, agonizingly beautiful scream that tears from her insides as I fuck her into a climax that shreds through her body. The cadence of her pleasure travels down my spine, slamming against my balls, and I spill myself inside her, grunting and growling, coming so goddamn hard, my mind shatters.

There’s cum leaking from her cunt as I pull out of her, so I palm her pussy, scooping it up with my fingers and forcing it back inside her. She moans, her throbbing pussy now sensitive to the touch, but I don’t care because I want her body to take every last drop.

I pull her head back more. She’s spent. A boneless mess underneath me as I lean over her back, rasping into her ear, “Don’t ever deny me again. Understand? If I want to fuck you in the middle of Town Square, you’ll let me. If I want to finger you while having dinner with the motherfucking queen, you. Will. Let me. Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathes out. “I understand.”

* * *

Rome has been good to us the past couple of days. We’ve had nothing but sunny days, the golden light casting amber hues across ancient stones and cobbled walkways. The icy tentacles of winter only came out once the sun set, the chill preferring to drift in the dark.

We’ve been out exploring, walking hand in hand through the bustling crowds, taking in the sights, pretending like we didn’t have a life to get back to.

Out on the streets, the air is alive with the smell of food and champagne, people chatting in different languages from all around the world, all wanting a taste of Italy’s best. Witnessing Leandra experience the wonders and beauty Rome has to offer for the first time makes me feel like it’s my first as well. With her, the colors seem brighter, the architecture more magnificent, and the food tastier and sweet. It’s different with her, as if the world has opened its heart and I can now see the true wealth of life it has to offer. The city’s energy is amplified with her at my side.

From braving the crowds at one of the oldest markets in Rome for a taste of the world’s best coffee to buttery pastry desserts, dinner at the best restaurants, and fucking underneath the midday sun on the terrace, Leandra and I—dare I say it—spent our time enjoying Italy like it’s the honeymoon we never had.

Raven curls curtain down the sides of her face, her palms flush against my naked chest while her thighs press against my waist as she straddles me. I lift my hips, pushing in deeper, and she whimpers, lifting her head and falling back, her hands grabbing the tops of my thighs. Perfect, palm-sized tits bounce with hardened nipples as she rides me, the winter sun of Rome beating down on our naked bodies while we fuck on the round rattan sun lounger. It’s been our favorite place to fuck, outside in the open, thinking of all the people standing by their windows watching us, wishing they were us while the sun and the stars witness the multiple ways we could give each other pleasure.

Her hips move with a purposeful rhythm, our bodies connected as one with my dick inside her. I know she’s coming when she leans her head back, her delicate throat craned and exposed as her lips part with a cry of ecstasy. I follow, grunting, and arch my back, spilling my load inside her.

She collapses on top of me, and we both breathe rapidly, sweat beading at my temples.

“You think anyone’s complained about us making noise out here?”

I snicker. “If they have, management knows better than to bring it to my attention.”

She props herself up on her elbows, staring down at me. “How does it feel to know you have so much power over everyone and everything around you?”

I tuck her hair behind her ears. “I’m not going to lie. It feels great,” I answer truthfully. “It’s my definition of freedom.”

“How so?”

“Because I can do whatever the fuck I want, and no one can say shit about it.”

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