Chapter 19
Laurie
The second Adriano’s mouth crashes against mine, everything inside me spirals out of control. The kiss is rough, consuming, and unbelievably overwhelming in a way that should scare me, but instead, I get utterly swept away by it.
His body presses hard into mine, pushing me backward until I bump into a wall, and it has tingles rushing through me.
Adriano’s size, heat, and brute strength swallow me whole, making my heart beat out of my chest while my abdomen clenches and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach.
Everything around us fades to nothing, until there’s only Adriano and the hungry way he kisses me.
I’ve never felt such overpowering desire for a man before, desperate for anything and everything he’s willing to give me.
God, it feels like he’s setting fire to my soul, and waking parts of me I never knew existed, like only he has the ability to get to them.
He grips hold of my hips before moving his hands up until he cups the underside of my breasts.
Oh, yes.
Circling my arms around his neck, I’m too consumed by him to hear any alarm bells, and when he rubs hard over my breasts, his thumbs flicking my already hard nipples, an intense rush off tingles practically vibrates through me.
I shiver from how good it feels to be touched with such all-consuming passion.
When I moan into Adriano’s mouth, his hands shoot to my jeans, and he undoes the button before yanking down the zipper.
It happens in less than three seconds. The fabric is shoved down in his hurry to push his hand into my panties, and as I lift onto my toes, he begins to bite and lick at my mouth as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
Dragging his finger through my folds, he groans and breaks the kiss, his voice impossibly deep as he says, “Christ, you’re dripping.” He strokes my clit and dips into my soaked entrance. “Every drop better be for me.”
Entirely under his spell, I nod before resting my head against the wall, my arms still locked around his neck.
His mouth takes mine again as he pushes his finger all the way into me, massaging my inner walls. Before I know what I’m doing, I lift my leg and hook it around the back of his to open myself more.
“Brava ragazza.”
I clench around his finger and bury my face into the crook of his neck, his scent filling every breath I take.
Jesus. This man will be my undoing. How’s he even real?
I hear his harsh breaths while mine turn ragged as he begins to alternate between rubbing my clit and fingering me.
“Fuck, mia piccola farfalla. I’m delirious just from getting to touch you.” His voice is thick with lust, making me feel even more desperate for him. “So fucking silky and wet. I can smell how much you want me.”
Sweet, sweet heavens.
An orgasm builds much faster inside me than it ever has, and losing all my inhibitions, I gyrate my hips, rubbing myself against his fingers and palm, moaning like a damn hussy.
“Christ, yes,” he growls darkly. “Show me how you like to be finger fucked.”
“Shit.” Getting closer and closer, I move faster, and Adriano’s rhythm is perfectly aligned with what I need. “Yes. Oh, God. Yes.”
He grips me by my neck and pulls my face away from his neck, then stares at me with tightly drawn features, looking like a predator, which makes me explode over his hand.
“Belissima,” he groans, the sound pure possessiveness.
It looks like he’s feasting on my reaction to him, savoring every shaky breath over my lips and how my body jerks.
I slump back against the wall and press my palm to my forehead as I try to catch my breath. Only when he pulls his hand out from my panties do I think to lower my leg.
Then Adriano sucks his middle finger into his mouth, and my eyes flick between his lips and the black ink on the back of his hand.
Yeah, I’m about to kneel because that’s very hot and my legs are numb.
The man who just rocked my world in the best way possible licks every drop of my arousal from his fingers before he fixes my panties and adjusts my jeans, pulling up the zipper and fastening the button.
Adriano takes a step backward, and with his savagely hungry gaze creeping over every inch of me, he says, “You taste fucking divine.” He shakes his head slowly. “Watching you come just became my favorite thing.”
Then he adjusts his hard-on, the thick outline visible beneath his cargo pants, and seeing him touch himself does something indescribable to me.
Adriano has made it abundantly clear he’s all in.
Yes, this is still very new, but you know what?
Fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?
Adriano
I see the moment Laurie lets go, throwing caution to the wind, and as I grin at her, she sinks to her knees and begins to unbuckle my belt.
Brushing a palm over her hair, I praise her. “Such a good fucking girl.”
More heat pours into her eyes as she pulls down the zipper and tugs the fabric out of the way to get to my boxers. I stand still, devouring every second of this moment that’s nothing short of a fantasy coming to life.
The moment my wife touches my cock for the first time, my legs lose a little strength, and my body shudders, then she wraps her hand around the girth and frees me from the boxers.
“Fuck,” I groan, and when I see how her eyes widen with uncertainty as she looks at my cock, I chuckle darkly, “If you stop now, I will strip you naked and fuck you raw.”
“Nope, just a little intimidated by your size.” She strokes me from base to tip before swiping her thumb over the pre-cum. “Kinda knew you were thick from the size condoms in the bedside drawer, but I didn’t expect the length.”
Another chuckle rumbles from me, but it turns into a groan when she sucks me into the wet heat of her mouth. I slam my other hand against the wall to keep myself standing as instant pleasure shoots through my body.
“Fuck. Christ.” I grab a fistful of her hair. “Keep still.”
With my cock in her mouth, Laurie’s eyes shoot up to my face, and I lose all control. My hips move, and I thrust uncontrollably, her gags filling the air and tears shining in her eyes.
She grabs hold of my ass and holds me tight, hollowing out her cheeks, and I’m fucking done for.
Every drop of blood gathers in my cock, all brain activity ceases, and incredible pleasure shoots down my spine. “Laurie,” I groan her name like a fucking prayer as my orgasm strikes, and just as I think it will never get any better than this, she fucking swallows.
Every drop.
My wife drinks my release like she’s been dying of thirst, and when I start to come down, she licks me fucking clean from base to tip.
Fuck obsession.
Laurie becomes my life force. The heartbeat of my fucking soul.
I have to pry my fingers from her hair, and taking her hand, I help her to her feet before I tuck my cock away and zip up my pants.
My breathing is still very harsh, and when I look at my wife, she’s watching me with an eager expression in her eyes.
How the fuck can she wonder whether she gave a good blow job?
I grip the back of her neck and lean into her. “You altered my fucking brain chemistry.”
A smile spreads over her face, and seeing how happy she is that she gave me pleasure, I pull her into a hug and pepper the side of her face and head with kisses.
“Thank you for today and trying so hard to make the best of this marriage I forced you into,” I whisper.
“Oh, right.” She presses her forehead to my shoulder. “Kind of forgot about all of that.” Drawing a little back, she stares at me for a long moment. “You have this uncanny way of making me lose track of where I am and everything that’s happened.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “One of my superpowers.”
Again, Laurie watches me as if she’s trying to solve a puzzle. “I’m probably going to regret this at some stage, but what the hell. Let’s do this, Adriano.”
A triumphant smile spreads over my face, and tugging her closer, my breaths warm her swollen lips as I say, “Brace yourself, Laurie. You’re in for one hell of a ride.”
Before she can respond, I seize her mouth, laying claim to her.
Once again, everything fades away until there’s only us, and just as my hands begin to greedily rub over her hips, sides, and breasts, Little Ricky calls out, “Where you at?”
Reluctantly, I free my wife’s mouth and shout, “Wait in the living room.”
“Got it,” he replies.
I drink in the thoroughly satisfied expression in Laurie’s eyes as she licks her swollen lips.
Glancing down, I make sure she’s covered before adjusting my clothes, then taking her hand, I leave the kitchen.
When we step into the living room, Laurie’s fingers tighten around mine.
Little Ricky gestures at Pierre and his two guards who always accompany him. “Do you need me to stay?”
“No, get a group of men ready. We’re going out in an hour or so to cause mayhem.”
Little Ricky grins because he’s always up for some action.
Pierre smiles brightly at Laurie, and rushing toward her, he takes her other hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “Mrs. Rizzo. It’s such an honor to meet the woman that captured this big oaf’s heart.” He steps backward and looks her up and down. “But, girl, that outfit should be burned!”
Pierre looks personally offended by the jeans and shirt Laurie has on, then he pats her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix your warped sense of style and have you looking like the queen you are in no time.”
Laurie stares at Pierre for a moment, opens and shuts her mouth, then finally manages to say. “Okay?”
He grabs her hand and tugs her away from me, leading her to where rows of clothes are hanging. I glance at the two guards who always accompany our stylist, because everything that will be shown to Laurie is worth millions.
Leaning back, I take a seat on the backrest of the couch and cross my arms over my chest, getting comfortable so I can enjoy watching my wife.
Laurie looks completely stunned as Pierre talks a mile a minute while sliding one hanger after the other across the rails.