38. Ready for All of Me?
CHAPTER 38
READY FOR ALL OF ME?
J ia
I want to be insulted by his degrading words, but my entire body is alight beneath his touch. And all I want is for this man to claim me with that enormous cock. In Marco’s words, if you’re going to do it, you might as well do it, right , right?
My virginity has loomed over me for years, much like the shadow of my father. I simply want to be rid of it, and I want my husband to deflower me. It’s fitting, after all. And it would make not only Yéye but also my mother happy that I waited for marriage.
He cups my pussy before running his thick finger through the wet folds, and my back arches at the rush of sensations.
Marco’s dappled orbs sear to mine, an unfamiliar emotion racing through the multi-colored hue. “You’re wet all right, but I want to make sure you’re ready for me, spitfire. I don’t want to hurt you…” His gaze dips to the small bandage across my up per torso. He’s been eyeing it from the moment I revealed the negligee.
I’m sure it’s not exactly sexy.
“I already told you, I’m fine,” I bite out before reaching for his erection. “Let’s just do this.”
His dark brows knit as he regards me. “Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?”
Because Yéye ’s leaving and I’m terrified of being alone. “You’re the one that said we have to consummate the marriage, and it’s our duty to create an heir.”
Marco blanches, the fire in his eyes dissipating. His jaw drops before he mutters, “Excuse me?”
“Yéye said?—”
He stiffens and sits up, removing that skillful digit and I release my hold on his shaft. “So that’s why? Because your grandfather forced you to fuck me?”
“No…” Not exactly.
“Then why, Jia? A week ago, you said you despised me and that you wanted an open marriage. What changed?”
Anger pummels my veins as I stare up at the irresistible idiot. “I want you, okay? I find you attractive, I even find you slightly tolerable sometimes. You were kind and caring when I was stuck in that hospital for a week, and I don’t know, maybe being shot put some things into perspective. The other stuff, the duty and what not, plays into it, but it’s not the only reason. It’s just a good excuse, I guess.”
A stupid grin lights up his handsome face. “So I didn’t need to beg? You really want this too?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Ask me to please fuck you.” That cocky smirk only grows more intolerable.
“Dream on, honey.” I reach for his cock and squeeze. “Now give me that unforgettable night you promised. ”
He smothers a squeal through clenched teeth and presses his lips to mine. “Your request is my command, spitfire.” Then he pushes me back onto the mattress and nestles his hips between my thighs. “Can we talk about removing the lingerie?”
“No,” I growl.
“Maybe next time?”
“If there is one.”
“Oh, Mrs. Rossi, after tonight, you’ll be begging me to fuck you all day, every day.”
“Pretty arrogant words, Mr. Rossi. I hope you can back them up with action. And it’s Mrs. Guo .”
“What about Guo-Rossi?”
“We’ll see after tonight.”
“Fair enough.” He disappears between my legs, and a warm tongue drags across my clit an instant later. His tongue flicks the delicate nub, then draws it between his teeth. I wriggle from the riot of sensations, but his palm flattens across my belly. “First, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, then my fingers, and finally, my cock. By the time I’m done with you, Mrs. Rossi, you won’t be able to walk.”
“That’s Mrs. G—” I begin to murmur, but the rest of the word falls away on a moan as he dips a finger inside me.
His tongue continues its maddening strokes as he thrusts with one finger, then adds in a second. I’m so full of him, so aware of our joined flesh, of his tongue circling my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, his hand splayed across my belly. Marco is everywhere.
The delicious tension builds, the steady thrusts increasing in tempo with the incessant circling. Fire scorches my veins, racing to my lower half.
“Marco,” I groan.
He doesn’t let up his assault, only doubling his ministrations as my hips buck beneath him.
“I’m going to come,” I pant .
“Good,” he murmurs against my heated flesh, the vibrations only pushing me closer to the edge. “It will only be the first time tonight.”
His tongue finds the taut bundle of nerves once again, and he sucks on the swollen nub. The sun, moon and stars all sail across my vision as I reach for his dark locks and tangle my fingers through the silky strands. Then the hand splayed across my belly moves up to my breast, somehow still managing to carefully avoid my wound, despite the obvious uncontrollable lust. He pinches my pert nipple, and I explode.
“Oh, Marco,” I moan as I come apart. Liquid fire surges up my spine, the overwhelming sensations licking up my core, and a tremor surges through every inch of my body. All the air escapes my lungs, and I just lay there, a quivering, whimpering puddle.
As I attempt to catch my breath, it dawns on me he’s going to try to do this all over again with his cock. A thrill streaks up my spine. Chill, Jia . Sex for the first time will not be pleasant, or at least, that’s what I’ve always heard from my girlfriends.
As if Marco has plucked the thought right out of my mind, he crawls over me, wedging his hips between my thighs. “Relax, spitfire, I’m going to take care of you.”
Clenching my jaw, I nod slowly, the echoes of desire still vibrating my core.
He runs his finger across my jawline. “But you need to relax. If you fight me, it won’t be pleasant because I am big and you’re tight as fuck.”
A whisper of fear tangles through the excitement.
His hand tightens around my jaw, and he forces my eyes to his. “I won’t hurt you. If you’re in pain, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
There’s something about the look in his eyes that has a knot of emotion thickening my throat. Oh, God, do not cry, Jia. He’ll freak out and bolt.
“Promise me you’ll say something? ”
My head dips, and I blink quickly to keep the mounting tears at bay.
“I don’t want you to just smile and fake it, okay? I need you to answer me, Jia.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“Good girl.” He cups my throbbing pussy, and tingles race through my core once again. His mouth moves over mine, and my body begins to relax, melting into his touch. As his kisses become more desperate, I feel his head prodding at my entrance. I’m still so wet, he glides over my slick folds, igniting another wave of desire.
“Eyes on me, spitfire,” he whispers against my lips. “I want you to remember this moment forever. So when we’re old and gray, you can tell our grandchildren about the night I claimed you as mine. Because this is it. Once you’re mine, you’ll never belong to another.”
I nod quickly, the intensity of his smoldering gaze too much to bear. I don’t dare ask about our open marriage agreement, or how I’m supposed to belong to only him if we’re screwing other people.
Because in that moment, it is only him and me.
And he’s right, I will remember this for the rest of my life, whether we remain together or not. Every woman remembers their first time.
Mouth capturing mine once again, his hips thrust in time with his tongue, and his thick head pries me open. A cry dies in my throat as a swirl of pleasure and pain consumes my lower half. Marco doesn’t move, with only the tip inside me.
His anxious gaze locks on mine. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, teeth baring into my bottom lip.
“You don’t seem okay.”
“It just stings a little.”
He releases a string of Italian curses and starts to pull back.
“No!” I shout and palm his muscled ass, driving him farther in .
He gently inches in, eyes pinned to mine. “You’re doing a great job, spitfire, I’m about halfway in now.” A reassuring smile softens the typical hard set of his jaw. “You ready for more?”
I nod slowly.
More pressure, but also a tiny hint of pleasure as his crown hits my clit.
“Almost there, wifey. You’re such a good girl taking all my cock…”
I’m going to smack him in a second if he doesn’t just do it already.
“Ready for all of me?”
“Yes!”
He pushes in the remaining inches, and we release a sharp hiss in perfect unison as he settles deep inside me. I stretch around his cock, somehow accommodating his ridiculous girth. Once he’s in, I release the breath I’ve been holding.
Marco still doesn’t move, his body hovering a few inches above me. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you clenching your teeth?”
“Because you’re pissing me off.”
A deep chuckle vibrates above me, and I relax, a smile melting across my lips. “ Dio , you’re going to ruin me, wifey.”
“I was about to say the same thing.” I tighten my hold on his ass and urge him on. “Just start slowly.”
He nods and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. His hips begin to move, and he inches out of me before easing back in. It’s a painstaking process, but soon the sting is eclipsed by the blossoming pleasure.
“Is this okay?” he whispers against my lips.
“Yes.”
“You sure you want me to keep going?”
“I said yes !”
He picks up the pace, and the brewing heat intensifies. His cock glides in and out, in and out—and I thought his fingers were good. There’s something about him being inside me, the connecting of our two bodies as one, and the significance of it all, that has my chest tightening with emotion.
What is wrong with me?
Heat springs to my eyes and despite blinking like mad, a tear spills over.
Marco immediately stops, panic washing over his face. “Fuck, did I hurt you? Is it the bullet wound?”
I shake my head, more tears running down my cheeks at the sheer terror in his eyes. Only it’s not just fear, but genuine concern, as if my husband truly cares for me. The realization has a sob building in my throat.
So I do what I always do when I panic. I push him off, spring out of bed, and race to the bathroom.