Chapter 35
Lucia
He’s not even inside me yet, and I’m already addicted to everything my husband has to offer. I thought I suffered a loss when Big-O was assassinated, but I realise now she was just an illusion.
She was designed to mimic oral sex, my arse. Big-O was a counterfeit of the real thing. Fake … a big fat phony. That bitch at the sex store lied through her teeth when she told me that.
Sure, the silicon rose got me off … many times, but now that I’ve had the real thing—now that I’ve had Romeo’s mouth between my legs—I can say with all certainty Big-O made me feel a fraction of what this man beneath me just did.
I shimmy down his body, eager to get to the next phase. For him to bust through that pesky hymen and past the point of no return.
To carve our marriage into something permanent.
To strip away the girl who was chasing something she didn’t understand, and in her place, let the woman rise … the one who hungers for everything he can give her.
His woman.
“Can I ride you?” I ask as my inner thighs come to rest on the top of his legs.
A smirk forms on his mouth as he moves his hands around to cup the back of his head.
“Be my guest. Do you even know how?”
I roll my eyes. “I bounce on your dick; it can’t be that hard.”
“Oh, it’s hard, sweetheart,” he says, bringing one of his hands down and wrapping it around his thick shaft.
I watch in fascination as he strokes himself a few times.
My eyes dart up to meet his. “That’s so hot. I want to watch you do that one day, and when you’re done, you can come all over my face.”
A sharp laugh bursts out of him so suddenly, he chokes on his own breath. “Why is it that nothing you say surprises me anymore?”
I lift one shoulder. “I’m just speaking my truth. I read a scene like that in a book once, and it sounded like something I’d like to try.”
“How dirty do these books get?”
“Filthy,” I reply, beaming. “I could read a few scenes to you when you’re fully healed, and we can act them out.”
When I wiggle my eyebrows at him, he laughs, then grabs his side and grimaces in pain.
I lean down, placing a soft kiss on the gauze that covers his stitches.
“This is exactly why we should do it with me on top. That way, you can lie there and let me do all the work.”
A flash of something crosses his features as he lets go of his dick and scrubs his hand down his face.
“Your first time should be special. I’ve never been one to give up control in the bedroom, and I—”
I cut him off by leaning forward and placing my finger against his mouth. “Even if you were a two-pump chump, it would still be special,” I state. “Because it’s with you … the man of my dreams.”
He barks out another laugh. “Two-pump chump. You kill me, babe.”
“I mean it. I don’t care if you are.”
“I can assure you, I’m not. But in my own defence, I’m not sure how long I’ll last tonight. It’s been a while, and just the thought of burying my cock in that tight, forbidden pussy of yours already has me teetering on the edge.”
“Oh, God,” I say when liquid heat pools in my core. “I love it when you talk dirty. Say something else.”
Both of his hands move to grip my hips. “The time for talking is over, principessa (Princess). Sit on my cock, and ride me.”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice.
I push up onto my knees and let him guide me where he wants me. Once he has me in position, one of his hands drops from my hip to grasp his dick again.
“What are your thoughts on butt sex?” I ask.
“Fucking hell, Lucia.”
“Is it something you’re interested in?”
He shakes his head before replying, “It’s not something I’ve ever thought about, to be honest.”
“Can we try it sometime? I want to experience it all with you.”
“How about you see how you can handle my big, fat cock inside that snug little pussy of yours first before thinking about other orifices.”
“Okay, we can leave that conversation until later.”
His eyes lock with mine, and a bemused grin curves his lips as he adjusts his dick into the upright position. I push my legs outwards until he’s sitting right at my opening.
“This is probably going to hurt at first,” he says, gently tugging me down until the tip is partially inside me. “So, take it slow.”
It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for this very moment, so I rein in my eagerness to sink down onto him until he’s fully sated inside me.
He raises his hips slightly, pushing in a little further, and I’m not going to lie; it burns as he stretches me wide. But when a deep groan falls from his lips and his eyes roll back in his head, my clit starts to pulse.
I suck in a sharp breath and hold it as I sink a fraction further. I’m trapped in a bittersweet space where pain and pleasure blur together.
This right here is all my dreams coming true. When Operation Takedown first began, I was determined to break down Romeo’s walls, but there was a part of me that doubted it could be done. But here we are. Married and planning a future … together.
I pause, giving my body time to adjust.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m great,” I reply. “My heart is so full it could bust.”
“You feel … fucking incredible, Mrs De Luca.”
It’s the first time he’s called me that without being prompted, so I lean down and press my lips to his. “So do you, Mr De Luca.”
Every day, I’m making progress. He’s finally opening up and letting me in, and I’ll never take that for granted.
I drag my torso back into the upright position. “Let’s do this,” I say. “Let’s make you officially mine by obliterating this pesky bitch.”
He chuckles as his thumb moves over to circle my clit, and when my body starts to climb to that delicious place again, I try to relax and sink the rest of the way down, pushing through the pain.
“Jesus … fuck,” he grates out. His hooded eyes are glued to where our bodies are joined, so I grind my hips forward, garnering a groan from him.
His gaze flickers up to mine as I begin to rotate my pelvis in a circular motion. “That’s it, sweetheart, ride me just like that.”
His words spur me on, because I have no experience here, other than what I’ve read in my books.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How perfect your pretty pussy looks wrapped around my cock.”
The feeling of being torn in two doesn’t really dull, but the pleasure eventually begins to outweigh the pain.
My flattened palms rest on his chest as I withdraw him right to the tip and sink back down. It takes me some time before I finally find my rhythm, and before I know it, I’m a lust-crazed sex maniac, riding him like a cowboy would a bull in a rodeo.
His hands slide up to palm my breasts as he speaks. “Or how spectacular your tits look as they bounce around while you ride me.”
He’s so big.
So deep.
I’m in ecstasy.
And I can tell by the way his facial features relax, and how he grunts and groans, that he is enjoying this as much as I am.
I feel desired.
Sexy.
Wanted.
His strong, tattooed hands move back to my hips. His grip tightens to the point I know he’s going to leave marks, but I don’t care.
He effortlessly lifts and drags me back down, over and over again. He rolls his hips forward and meets me thrust for thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and our cries of pleasure.
Beads of sweat pepper both our foreheads. A part of me worries that he’s overdoing it, but I’m too far gone to stop this.
His thumb moves back to my clit, and my body climbs to the point of no return. The orgasm that rips through me seconds later is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s endless and so intense that for a moment I think I may pass out or possibly even die.
If I do, at least I’ll go out with a huge smile on my face.