Page 97 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“Mia moglie.”My wife.“Break apart for me. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

That did it for my beautiful wife; she loved my dirty talk. Her body arched, her core tensed and she broke. Just for me. Her body exploded into an orgasm and cries fell from her luscious mouth, my name a raspy whisper on her lips.

She watched me through her heavy lids, her lips parted and her skin flushed as she shattered for me. I slid my fingers out and held her gaze as I licked them clean. A little hitch in her breathing, and I saw lust flare in her dark eyes. My obsession!

My wife would be my forever obsession.

I stripped out of my pajama pants, pulled off my white t-shirt, and crawled up her body.

“Spread your legs wide for me,” I ordered her as I stroked my aching, leaking cock. She obeyed without hesitation, and fuck if that didn’t make me even harder. “Use your fingers to open that pretty pink cunt and show me how wet my woman is.”

A soft whimper left her lips, a blush spreading on her neck and chest. Her fingers shook as she reached in front of her and hesitatingly did as I demanded. Her slick, pink folds open for me, I relished in the knowledge nobody would ever see her like this. Her arousal trickled down her inner thigh. There wasn’t a bigger turn-on than seeing my wife so open to me, evidence of her arousal in plain sight.

“That’s it, Cara Mia,” I praised her, my hands settling on her hips as I pulled her closer. As if she couldn’t resist, she lifted her hips up, her pussy greedy for my cock. “My greedy wife.”

Guiding my cock to her slick folds, the tip of it right at her hot entrance. Her heat made me hiss. I barely slid my cock into her pussy, and I was ready to lose all my control.

“Please, Nico,” she sobbed, her words breathless. “I need you now.”

“I have to fuck you hard,” I gritted out, my restraint teetering as I slid inside her tight pussy. I pulled back out, leaving the tip of my cock at her clenching entrance, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Oh my God,” she panted, her head thrashing against the pillows. “Give it to me. Hard.”

My fingers dug into her hips and I impaled her in one rough thrust. I nearly lost my mind when her warmth and wetness enveloped me, my cock filling her to the hilt. Both of us cried out with intense pleasure.

“Say my name.” I ordered her harshly. “Who is fucking you?”

My next assault was harder. “Y-you!” she moaned.

“Who?” I forced my tongue between her teeth, fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time. The beast inside me demanded I claim her hard, so there’d be no memory of any of her past lovers. I pistoned into her hard again and again, pushing her body into the mattress.

“Nico! Nico!” she screamed out, her moans in tune with my each thrust. “Ah, fuck!” She pushed her hips up. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted against my mouth, mindless with need. She was sending me into oblivion, into a frenzy of need for her.

Her back arched, her legs came around me. I ground my hips even deeper. Her entire body shuddered underneath me and my next thrust rooted me deep inside her.

It wasn’t enough. No matter how hard I fucked her, it would never be enough. My mouth latched onto her neck, my teeth clasped her on her soft skin. I wanted the whole world to see that Bianca was mine. Bianca Morrelli was fucking mine.

My hands gripped her hips, as I pounded into her mindlessly, rutting her like a beast. Claiming her.

“Nico,” she gasped. “I-... I’m going to come.”

“Come for me!” I roared, tearing my mouth away.

I slammed into her again and she tensed, taking her over the edge. She screamed my name, thrashed and trembled against the force of the climax ripping through her. I held her hips tight, thrusting into her clenching pussy, rutting her as she broke apart around me.

My forehead pressed against hers, my own orgasm spiraled me into a void, where there was nothing except for us. My wife and I.

I came hard, spurting inside her and filling her with my seed. A peace unlike any before settled over me. Her breathing was heavy and we stayed locked together; our pulses frantic. Her body was soft and pliable underneath me and I slowly pulled out of her.

Her hands were around my neck and I pondered when she wrapped them around me. She made me lose all sense of control, this lust for her shattering something inside me.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her breath hot on my skin.

“Good morning, wife.”

A satisfying silence settled between us and she nuzzled her face into my neck, her fingernails gently brushing against my scalp. The gesture was so innocent, yet so familiar. Intimate. My cock stirred yet again, this thirst for her unquenchable.

I wanted her again, to ease my ache for her. I had tofuckher again. Maybe it was the fact that I denied myself this woman when I first saw her back in my nightclub and now it was coming down like a ton of bricks. I always took what I wanted, yet with her I tried to be a decent man that night and walk away.

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