Page 65 of No Saint

“Nothing, Gabriel, nothing,” she tells me quietly. But I knew there was, and she was hiding it. “Please.”

“You’re begging for me,” I whisper my hands down her stomach and then back up, trailing my fingers under her breasts. I wanted to see her, see her body and her face, see how it would twist in pleasure.

“Yes,” She hisses through her teeth as I take a nipple between my fingers, rolling the stiffened peak.

“You fought for so long,leonessa,” I dip and take the same nipple between my teeth, “but you’re mine now.”

“Gabriel,” she gasps, widening her legs for me as I settle between them, the head of my aching cock nudging her open. “Shit, you’re huge.”

“You’ll take me,leonessa,” I lick her chest, “You can take it.”

“Fuck,” she wheezes.

“Are you sure?” I ask, unable to let go of her keeping secrets. “Once I have you, I’m not giving you back. Once will not be enough. I will fuck you and I will claim you and you will be mine,si?”

I had to be sure her reluctance for the lights to be on, and her stiffness wasn’t because she no longer wanted this. I’d walk away. I’d fucking hate it but I would stop.

“I’m sure,” Though I cannot see clearly I know she’s staring up at me, spread out and open for me, “I’m sure Gabriel.”

“I’m not letting you go,” I remind her. “You’re mine.”

“Okay,” she breathes, “I’m yours. Your wife.”

“Cazzo,” I groan. Fuck. My Wife. “Moglie mia.”

How much she was saying because she knew I wanted to hear it or because she meant it, I didn’t know but I wanted her. Fuck I wanted her.

I wanted to consume her.

I inch in, taking it slow, stretching her, her wetness helping me to slide in with ease. “Okay?”

She grabs the back of my head and forces me into a kiss, locking her legs around me until the heels of her feet dig into my ass. I slam forward. She screams. I capture the taste of it on my tongue, capture the moment she becomes mine fucking completely. I rock into her slowly at first, gently working her, filling her, using my pelvic bone to add a little friction to her oversensitive clit. She was so fucking wet for me, dripping all over my cock and balls, soaking the sheets beneath her ass.

“You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you?” I whisper on her lips, “You’re so fucking wet, Amelia, but you can’t deny me anymore. You are made for me.”

“Please,” she begs.

“Mm,” I pump into her harder, “Hearing you beg for me, wife, it’s the sweetest music.”

“Oh God,” she breathes.

Pausing, I drop down until my mouth is at her ear, “marito,husband, Gabriel, call me as it is Amelia. It’s me here, not God. Your husband.”

And with that, I flip her abruptly, grabbing her by the hips to bring her ass up and back before I impale her on my cock. She screams loud and long, but I don’t stop, I rut into her, fucking her hard, the slap of our skin loud. My hands cover her waist, yanking her onto me and pushing her off, letting her tight cunt work up and down my shaft.

“Fuck, Gabriel, yes!”

“That’s it,leonessa,scream for me.”

“I’m gonna come,” she cries, “Shit, I can’t.”

She squirms beneath me but I don’t let her get away, instead I anchor one foot to the bed and drive into her hard, hitting that sweet little spot inside and reach around to circle her swollen clit with my fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” She chants.

“Come on my cock, Amelia. Let me feel that tight pussy coming for me.”

She moans loud, nails scratching at the sheets and then she’s coming, hard and violently, her climax soaking my cock and groin, dripping onto my thighs as I power through it. But I was going to come and while I knew she was on birth control, I didn’t want to come inside without her permission.

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