Page 266 of Merciless Desires

Cazzo.

My bride was in the bath, perky nipples above the milky water, corners of her pouty lips tugged down. She exhaled slowly when she saw me, and I was glad to know I was giving her a sense of security. She was relieved.

“What are you doing up here?” That fear was still present in her tone, but I ignored it and slowly rolled up my sleeves.

“Come here.” My words were delivered in a husky whisper.

“What?”

Her innocence was something to be marveled at. I was going to fuck that innocence out of her.

I reached for her, hands diving below the warm water until they were around her waist, and I guided her to stand. I couldn’t be held responsible for the sounds that left my throat when I lifted her soaking wet body from the tub and wrapped her smooth legs around my hips.

Marcella’s cheeks warmed, a simple action that made my cock ache. She knew what I needed, and she was more than willing to give me exactly that.

I tossed her onto the bed, grinning down at her as she giggled. I took a moment to admire her body, her face…fucking everything.

She was mine.

“You’re all wet,” Marcella whispered as I placed a knee on the bed.

I peered down at my shirt, looking back at her to see her sitting with a cheeky grin.

“I want to…do something, okay?”

Slowly, Marcella untucked my shirt from my black slacks. Wrapping the white fabric around her wrists, she yanked her hands out, popping the buttons until my shirt was open.

Another glorious giggle worked up from her throat. “Oops.”

Her hands moved to my belt, then zipper, and she pushed my slacks down. She guided my cock out of my boxers and admired how it looked in her palm.

A moan rattled from me as Marcella sat forward and wrapped her lips around my cock. A moan that she echoed, the sound vibrating along the tip. I bucked forward at the sensation and gripped the back of her head, trying not to choke her the first time my cock was in her mouth.

When her gaze met mine, I was a fucking goner.

“Cazzo, amorina.” My grip in her hair tightened. “You look good with my cock in your mouth.”

She giggled, and that felt fucking incredible, and started moving her lips up and down my length. Her tongue lapped across the tip, tasting the bead of precum that had formed the moment I fucking saw her.

I needed to know what was going through her mind to make her want to do this. I didn’t want her to feel like she needed to do this to please me. I needed her to know that she was perfect exactly how she was, and that this was not necessary.

I wasn’t going to control her. She was the one who would control me.

“You’re too good at this,” I told her honestly, pulling her mouth away from my cock.

A string of spit still connected the tip of my cock and her damp pink lips.

She pouted. “You’re lying.”

“Do you want me to come down the back of your throat or in my pussy where it belongs? Because if you kept that up, your mouth would be full, and your pussy would be aching.”

“Get on your back,” she commanded, pointing at the bed.

Now I was the one to be confused. “What?”

“Get. On. Your. Back.” She enunciated each word, and I was more than willing to comply.

I stripped down fully, cock painfully hard, and I did as my girl said. I got on my damn back behind her on the bed.

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