Page 104 of No Saint

“Lift yourself out the pool,” I command, watching as she does, the bounce of her breasts and the way her muscles flex. I follow her out, grab the back of her knee to lift it and then slam inside.

“Fuck!” She cries.

The unforgiving tiles bite into my knees as I slam into her, the sound of our wet skin slapping together echoing in the pool room.

“Yes,” She chants, “yes, yes.”

I guide her ankle to my shoulder and then my hand goes to her throat, squeezing and her moans get louder the tighter I hold. Praise wasn’t her only kink I see.

I grin at that, knowing all the fun I could have with my pretty wife.

I pound relentlessly into her tight cunt, rolling up against her clit with each thrust.

“Mine,” I growl, “You are mine.”

“Yes, Gabriel,” she gasps out, “I’m yours.”

Something bangs to the side of me, like a door slamming or being knocked but I’m too deep, the pleasure too much for it to grab my attention, not with the way my balls are drawing up, my climax about to barrel through me and she hasn’t come yet.

That wouldn’t fucking do at all.

She was soaked, her pussy so wet and warm I knew it wouldn’t take much. Her spine arches, breasts peaked and I squeeze her throat tighter, enough to make it hurt. Her hands go to my wrist, nails biting, not to push away but to pull tighter.

I pull out abruptly, getting to my knees between her legs, “Turn around,” I rasp, “and get on your knees.”

She complies, giving me her back, the view of her ass seeming to make me harder. Fuck, that ass, I push her forward slightly and then my hand connects with her cheek, reddening on the spot. She lets out a cry right as I drive forward, impaling her on my cock.

And then she’s coming, hard and violently, her pussy spasming erratically around my cock while I continue to rut into her.

“Cazzo,” I growl, reaching around to toy with her clit. “I want another,” I growl.

“Jesus,” she yells, “I can’t. I can’t.”

But I don’t stop, needing more from her, needing to feel that sweet cunt of hers tightening on my dick some more. “God damn,” I groan out, “You fucking can, and you fucking will. You’ll give me another like the good girl I know you are.”

Her wetness coats me, my thighs, my fingers as I play and fuck, I was going to come soon, and hard. My teeth sink into the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder, hard enough to bruise, to cause her pain and that orgasm draws into another one as I explode into her, emptying myself and filling her. She cries out while my roar is muffled against her skin.

Spent, I withdraw my mouth, licking over the bruise on her shoulder and pull her back into my lap, cradling her against me. She breathes hard, both of us wet, panting…

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods, not forming words. I slide my hands down her naked body, the warmth of it like a brand against my skin.

She was so perfect.

So fucking right.

It physically hurt something deep inside my chest to wonder what my dark life would be like without her in it.

Mondo mia.My world.

Moglie mia.My Wife.

Amore mia.My Love.

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Amelia would be going out with Sierra tonight. Enzo and I would be joining them, but it was good for her. I was happy that her and Sierra had become friends, they were a good match and Amelia needed someone like her.

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