Page 56 of His Broken Queen

“Me too.” I clasped her hand in mine as we cuddled on the bed after an afternoon of making love.

The rain pelted against the windows on this damp, dreary day. After we got our tattoos, we decided to come home and retreat to the bedroom. Tonight was our last night in Italy.

“I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow,” she said. “These last two weeks have been wonderful.”

“Are you ready to go home?”

“Home? Home?”

“Do you want to go back to our house?” We hadn’t discussed anything in a few days that had happened before we left America. Not Stella and not me getting shot. I wanted to take her mind off all that, and start fresh.

“I’m not sure.” She tightened her grip on my hand. “I know we have to go back to reality.”

“We can go to the penthouse for a few more days when we get back, and then we can go from there.”

I had to implement my new business plan in the city, and the penthouse was more secure in terms of keeping her safe. Once people realized I had the backing of Janero, the climate would settle down, and we could return to our home.

“Whatever you think is best,” she said. “As long as I’m with you.”

“You’re always going to be with me.”

“These last few days have been amazing.” She propped herself on her elbow, letting the sheet slip off her breasts. “I loved being with you. Having you all to myself.”

“We can come back here.” I traced my finger down her throat and to her breasts. “Whenever you want.”

“How about for our anniversary?”

“Anything you want.” I swirled my finger around her nipple. “It’s yours.”

“I think I know what you want.” She bit her lip as she crawled on top of me. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m not the only one.” I pushed my fingers inside her hot, wet pussy. “What should we do about it?”

“I have a few ideas.” She swiped her hair away from her face and arched her hips, pushing her breasts forward.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I gripped her hips and shifted her over my erection. Her smooth skin almost made me come. “Turn around.”

“You always want to be in control.” When she turned around, and started to scoot off me, I realized why she thought I wanted her to turn around.

“Where are you going?” I grabbed her arm.

“You said to turn around. I thought you wanted to do it from behind.”

“Maybe later.” I guided her to straddle my lap with her facing away from me. “I want aview of your ass when you ride me.”

She glanced over her shoulder and shot me a devious smirk. “Giddy up.” She raised her bottom as I took my cock in my hand and helped her ease down on it. She tensed when I thrust upward.

“You have to move with me. I promise, you’re going to love it.”

“Okay.” Once she relaxed, I was able to moved upward, sheathing myself inside her. “Oh… that’s, wow.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I took her slender waist in my hands, and guided her up and down. We went slow, giving her time to adjust. “That’s it, baby.”

She placed her hands over mine, losing her initial apprehension. Before long, she took control of the tempo. Bobbing up and down, increasing the pace every few seconds. Her breathing became labored, and her moans were louder.

I glanced at her in the mirror hanging over the dresser. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly opened. Her perky tits bounced as her wild hair fell over them. No porn star would ever rival my gorgeous wife.

My balls tightened when she arched her body and leaned back. I twisted my hand in her hair as it brushed along my chest. With a few quick thrusts, she screamed out her pleasure, slowing her pace and coating me in her fresh arousal. I continued to move inside her, but I could tell she was tired from this position.

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