Chapter 9
MASSIMO ROSELLI
T hree weeks ago, it was just a bet, one that admittedly would help me in many different ways, but caring about that has long since fled the recesses of my mind. All I can think about from the time I wake until the time I fall asleep with my kitten curled in my arms is making her mine.
Three long weeks of agony, making love in every way, every position has only brought me to one conclusion. Tonight is different though, I can feel it in the air between us, in the very way she breathes as she sits atop my cock, ready for what I have to give.
No matter what, I am going to make her mine. Sophia will be my wife to love for eternity, no matter that our families forbid it. She knows it, I know it, and she knows I know it, whether she will say my name or not.
I slide up on the bed, adjusting her body as my hips drive into her heat, enthralled with the way her body glides atop of mine, taking me in deep in her sexy little dance.
The feel of her cunt wrapped around me, squeezing on every upstroke causes my balls to draw up in anticipation of losing myself in her velvety heat.
But Sophia is not in charge of her pleasure, no matter what she thinks. I quickly roll her beneath me, caging her to the bed and splaying her arms apart, causing her to wrap those silver-heeled ankles around my waist even tighter.
She likes it this way, deep and relentless. My kitten lets out a little moan that drives me deeper and faster, thrusting with need, until she’s panting my name, over and over, the very name the little hellcat swore she’d never say while riding on the end of my dick.
My mouth latches on to her swollen and erect nipple as I drive in deep, hitting that little button deep inside every single time, building waves the size of a tsunami that crush my resolve and force her to finally cry my name. “Massimo!”
The sound of her screaming my name sends me over the edge right after her, both riding the waves, a pummeling force that takes our breaths away. I find her eyes, and in the moment we both know what this means. We will be married, she will be mine, to love and cherish for all time.
Sophia shivers in my arms as I hold her through it all, until every last tremor is gone, and our bodies have calmed. I push a wayward strand of hair from her face so I can see her beautiful, expressive eyes. She doesn’t look away, knowing exactly what this means. “I lost the bet,” she whispers.
I kiss her beautiful warm and moist lips. “Then tomorrow you will pay your father’s debt. The priest will marry us, and we will say I do in front of the entire world.”
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