Page 81 of Say I Do

“Cazzo, sei proprio stretto.”

“You stop, and I will stab you.”

Benito laughed, and it sounded so sexy. “What’s new, baby? You stab me all the time.”

I licked my lips. “Ah, I can do it right now. I’ve been itching to run my knife over your skin. Leave bloody marks all over you.”

Benito snapped his hips up, hitting my prostate head-on. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out my pleasure. Blood coated my taste buds before the pain registered.

“Keep talking like that, and you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The wet sounds of my lubed ass being fucked reached my ears, and it was taking everything I had not to cum. I reached back and clawed at his back, pissed I wasn’t able to dig my nails into his flesh. His shirt kept slipping through my fingers. My head fell on his shoulder as Benito thrust into me, holding my hips with a punishing grip.

“Don’t stop watching us, mostricio.” Benito let go of my hip to redirect my face to the mirror. “See how you fall apart on my cock?” He ran his tongue up the side of my face. “Look.” He let my face go to lift one of my legs, and I nearly lost it. His thick cock slid deeper into my hole with ease.

I whimpered at the sight. I unclenched one hand from Benito’s hair and moved it between us. I spread my cheeks so he could get a better view.

Benito groaned and slammed up into me harder. My leg trembled in his hold as pleasure rippled through me.

“Fanculo a quello che mi fai.”

I moaned, trying to keep it down as ecstasy crashed into me. My mouth fell open, and my head fell back as my eyes rolled. My ass tightened around Benito’s cock, and I let out a silent scream.

My climax wrapped around me and held me tight as I lost my mind. I didn’t give a damn if the world ended. I couldn’t find it in me to give a fuck about anything but this. Benito and I connected, him fucking me until I quite literally lost my mind.

I was vaguely aware of his groans against my ear as he moved shallowly in me. “Take every drop of my cum.”

I shivered as Benito filled me. His cum warmed me from the inside, and I placed my hand on my abdomen. I pressed down, making both of us moan.

“Stop before we start all over again.”

A delirious laugh broke free from between my parted lips. “I don’t see what the problem is, old man. You need to take a little blue pill?”

Benito moved and pressed my face against the mirror. He snapped his hips forward, and I saw stars. My eyelids fluttered closed as my sensitive body responded to Benito.

“I think you like it when I hurt you.”

I smirked at my husband, forcing my eyes open. “What gave me away?” I wiggled my ass, taunting him.

“We’re going home.” Benito pulled out of me, leaving me gaping and empty. His cum slid down my inner thighs, and I wanted to stuff something up my ass to keep his hot cum inside of me.

“Need to pack butt plugs from now on,” Benito said as he fingered my abused hole, and I moaned in response.

A flash and audible click caught both of our attention. We turned as one. A man stood there, eyes wide, camera in hand.

Benito and I reacted together; I grabbed my pants at the same time Benito pulled his up. We were dressed in record time. The man snapped out of his stupor of being caught, turned on his heels, and scrambled away. No words passed between us as we both gave chase. He ran past the other fitting rooms and to the far back of the store.

I was going to kill the bastard; he’d seen Benito’s cock.

“I want the killing blow.”

“Not a chance,” Benito growled next to me. His face was a mask of pure rage.

Benito charged ahead and slammed the man into the door. The picture taker shouted as he crumbled to the ground.

I back peddled and caught the clerk who had been helping us. I stopped her from going in the back.

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