Chapter 39 Massimo
MASSIMO
The morning light peeking in through the windows wakes me. When I open my eyes, Liana and I are in the same position we fell asleep in. Her back flush against my chest, my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and my cock still comfortably snug in her heated core.
The need to fuck her is so damn strong, especially after last night. And now that I know what it’s like to have this tight pussy of hers swallow me whole, there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to go another day without it.
My dick wakes right the fuck up, growing harder inside her as the memory of last night floods my mind.
Not only was it the way she milked me dry, but when she took control and told me to fuck her the way I needed to, it had me seeing fucking stars.
My girl is learning she likes it rough, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give her exactly what she needs.
Exploring her sexuality and learning what she likes with her is a fucking unique experience I never thought I’d be a part of.
My dick is fully awake now, and I groan at the comfort the tightness brings. I regret not taking it easy on her last night because the need to take her all over again is strong.
Regardless of what my mind is telling me, I still can’t help my body’s innate response to her. As if it’s acting on its own, I move in and out of her, keeping my thrusts shallow just to see how she’s feeling.
A deep sound comes from my chest when I realize how wet she already is for me, and when she lets out a small whimper, I know she’s awake.
“How are you feeling?” I mumble in her hair.
She mumbles incoherently but tightens her muscles around me.
“If you’re sore, you need to tell me now because doing that with your pussy is only going to encourage me to take you again right now.”
“I am sore—very sore—but I want you again.”
It takes everything in me to stop myself from moving in and out of her. I grip her waist, surely putting marks into her perfectly smooth skin. She squeezes my cock again, and I let out a strained groan.
“You need to stop, baby, or I won’t be able to stop.”
She glances back at me from over her shoulder through heavy lids and says, “What if I don’t want you to?”
“Last night was a lot. If I take you again, it won’t be the most pleasant feeling for you.”
“And how would you know how I’m going to feel?”
There’s the snarky little wife I love.
“Liana, I made you bleed last night. I’ll end up doing the same if I take you right now, but it’ll feel a hell of a lot worse since you’re already tender.”
She clenches around me again.
“Fuck,” I groan out. “You need to stop doing that, or I’m going to lose control.”
“I love when you lose control, Massi. I already told you last night, don’t treat me like some delicate little plaything that will break at any moment. I want this side of you. I want the rough, desperate, animalistic side of you because that’s how I feel about you.”
I let out another groan.
Liana backs her ass into me, plunging my cock into her more. “I need you to move, Massi. Please,” she whimpers.
My grip tightens as I move my hips. “You need to tell me if it gets to be too much, then. Do you understand?”
“Not going to happen.” She presses into each of my shallow thrusts.
I stop. “If you want me to fuck you, baby, you’re going to have to communicate with me. If it’s too much—”
“Massi, I’m a grown-ass woman. I know what I can and cannot take, so please, just fuck me, or else I’ll roll you over onto your back and take what I need from you.”
My mind is reeling over the filthy fucking mouth on my wife, and the way her ass backs into me with this undying need for me to take over and bring her to her highest fucking peak.
It’s such a turn-on. What the hell was I thinking trying to tell my sweet little wife no? Have I learned nothing about her?
I trail my hand up the side of her stomach while I increase my thrusts in and out of her. She’s so fucking wet it makes it so incredibly easy to glide in and out.
A shiver quakes through her as I drift my hand up her side to her breast, squeezing it with the desperate need that comes out of me when I’m with her.
“Faster,” she breathes out, backing her ass into me with more force. “I want more, Massi, please.”
I’m a victim of my wife’s wants and desires because in the end, anything she asks of me, I’ll give her with a damn smile on my face.
I lift her leg, hooking it over my thigh so my leg is in between hers, and she falls to her back. I thrust in and out of her while squeezing her breasts.
She lets out a moan and turns to look at me. The position we’re in is so fucking intimate I nearly come right then and there.
“Oh, yes, Massi. Yes, that feels so good,” she moans while I plunge in and out of her and my thigh rubs against her clit.
“How … Ahhh …”
Liana is in such a daze from all the stimulation, she can’t get her words out.
Her head falls into the pillow, and she places her hand on the one I have squeezing her breast. She puts force on it, as if to tell me to squeeze harder, so I do.
When she makes eye contact with me, I can tell she’s almost there. A glaze takes over them, and her mouth parts as if she’s preparing to let out a feral fucking cry of pleasure.
I cup the side of her neck, rubbing my thumb along her jawline to her lips then over them. She sucks my thumb into her mouth, making sure to bite down on it before letting it go with a sexy fucking pop, and I crash my mouth to hers.
Our tongues tangle in a heated exchange, and my thrusts pick up.
A tingling sensation starts deep in my stomach, and once it’s hit its tension-breaking max, an explosion erupts in me at the same time as Liana, spreading that sensation to every part of my being, curling my toes and making me grasp onto my girl for dear fucking life.
We release our cries of ecstasy into each other’s mouths, coming together as one in a way that’s so fucking intimate I don’t know how it could ever get better than this.
Liana’s pussy contracts around me, squeezing me dry of everything I have to give her.
I slow my thrusts and continue to hold her in my arms. Her eyes are closed, but when I finally stop, she glances over at me with a cute but lazy smile.
“That was amazing,” she says.
“There will never be a time when it’s not.” I give her a peck on her lips.
“And you said I’d be too sore,” she scoffs.
Raising a brow, I say, “And how are you feeling?”
“Perfect,” she says, and I push into her once more.
She gasps a short breath in and winces.
“I saw that,” I say.
“Saw what?”
“You can’t lie to me, mia moglie. I can read you like a book.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, fine. I’m a little sensitive, but it was worth it.” This time she gives me a peck on my lips. “So don’t argue with me over sex.”
I let out a chuckle, the movement vibrating from my chest into her, shaking her perky fucking breasts.
“There’s something we need to speak about,” I say, my tone getting serious.
Her eyes widen. “What is it?”
I smirk because while it’s something serious we need to speak about, it’s actually something I can’t fucking wait to happen, and I’m hoping with all the sex we have, it’ll happen soon.
Glancing down at her stomach, then back up to her eyes, I say, “We haven’t been using protection.”
She lets out a laugh, and I’m taken aback. When she realizes the shift in my expression, she says, “Oh, I’m sorry. That’s just … That’s just so cute of you to bring up after we’ve had sex. Isn’t that something we should’ve spoken about before you came inside me … more than once?”
I give a loose shrug, then Liana narrows her gaze on me. “Wait a second. Unless you did that on purpose?”
A coy smile curls my lips. “Now why would you think I’d do a thing like that?”
She smacks me in the chest with the back of her hand. “Massimo Bonetti, were you hoping you’d get me knocked up?”
I let out a boisterous laugh. “You can’t really expect me to say no to that, can you? Of course I would fucking love to see your stomach swell with our baby.”
A small smile pans out on her face.
Something tells me she doesn’t hate that idea either.
“Well, joke’s on you because I’m on the pill.”
My brows rise to my hairline. “You are?”
She scoffs. “Yes, why would you assume I’m not?”
“I don’t know … Because you weren’t having sex before me?”
She quirks a brow and goes to turn toward me, but I stop her, knowing if she moves anymore, I’ll slide right out of her. And I’m not ready to do that.
“Aww, sweetie, you do realize the pill can be used for things other than preventing pregnancy, right?”
I give her an unenthused look. “Okay, so you’re on the pill. Guess we should talk about you coming off it then.”
She lets out another scoff. “Absolutely not.”
“And why not?”
“Massimo, I’m just getting to the peak of my career. When do you expect me to have time to bring a child into this world?”
I think about that for a moment instead of responding right away.
Usually, I’d say fuck it and tell her having a baby is nonnegotiable—especially when it comes to my line of work—but one of the things I love about Liana is her drive and passion for her business.
As much as I want to see her carry our baby, I know it’s something that can wait.
Taking a deep breath, I say, “Okay.”
Her eyes widen. “Okay?”
“Yup. We will have a baby whenever you’re ready. Whatever makes my wife happy.”
She narrows her gaze on me. “And what if I’m never ready?”
I let out a ragged sigh. “Liana, I’m—”
She presses her finger up to my lips. “I’m kidding. I just wanted to see how far I could press your buttons. Needless to say, that one would’ve put you over.”
“It absolutely would’ve put me over.” I grab her face and bring our lips together. When I pull away, I look deep into her eyes and say, “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be ready.”
“Whenever?”
“Whenever.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and snuggle her into my chest, inhaling her delicious floral scent. “Do you need to go to Balistreri’s today?”
“Not today. They said they’re going to work on the alterations and then let me know when they’re ready.”
“Good. I want to take you out.”
“Take me out?”
“Yeah. You hungry?”
“Ravenous.”
“Let’s get ready, then.”