Chapter 26 #2
She moaned into me, pulling her hands off the pillow and in front, over my head, so she could hold me close. And I let her, loving the way her embrace was locked around me.
“How was that, baby?”
She moaned into me. “So good.”
“Will you let me play with you now?”
“Yes…”
“Good.” I leaned in for one more kiss before pulling back. “Hands behind your head.”
I helped her with the pillow, then reached for another ice cube and put it into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs again, I leaned forward and kissed above her belly button, letting the ice make contact with her skin and dragged it down.
She breathed hard, her skin turning to goosebumps, but she let me do as I liked. I watched her red nails wrap around the handcuffs, and it twisted something in me.
When the cube almost reached her clit, I sucked it back into my mouth and instead let my lips brush over her. Moving to the side, I let the ice over her skin, then did the same over her other side.
She whimpered, squeezing the pillow behind her head harder.
Sucking the ice cube back into my mouth, I kissed her opening and she shuddered.
“What’s your color, baby?”
“Green.”
“That’s my girl.”
I pushed the almost melted ice cube inside her with my tongue and she gasped. Pulling back, I used my thumbs to spread her open and watch it sink and melt inside her.
“Fuck.” I began circling her clit with my thumb. “Color.”
“Green…”
“Good fucking girl…”
Her pussy tightened around nothing, causing the water to drip out of her. Thumb still playing with her clit, I leaned down and started licking her opening, water and wetness.
I groaned into her, pushing my tongue inside her pussy, just as she began whimpering again. Moment later, I felt her shatter around me with another orgasm, her sweet moans filling the room. I groaned harder, loving her taste the harder she came.
Once she came down from her high, I let her relax and pressed a kiss to her core.
“Good job, baby. You did so good.”
“I did?”
“So good,” I praised, giving her clit another kiss. “I’m so proud of you, amor.”
Despite the lack of ice, Francesca’s entire body became covered in goosebumps at my words.
I chuckled, rubbing a rough hand over her thigh and kissing the place where her leg and body connect.
“You like hearing me say I’m proud of you, baby? Tell me, do you like that?”
“Shut up…”
“You like it when I tell you I’m proud of you? For being such a good fucking girl for me? Hm?”
Because I knew she wouldn’t answer, I started eating her out again, and was more than pleased to get the answer I wanted to easy.
“Yes, I like hearing it…”
I groaned in agreement. “And I like telling you, Donna…”
I opened my mouth wider and ate her out deeper for a moment, to get my point across.
“You made me so fucking proud just now.” I licked up all the wetness soaking her pussy. “So, I want one more orgasm out of you like this. Alright, baby?”
“Matteo…”
“Can you do that for me, baby? Hm? Can you make me so goddamn proud of this perfect pussy one more time?”
She melted into me again. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“You’re such a good wife for your Capo, Donna…” I drawled, reaching for another ice cube and putting it into my mouth. I went straight for her clit, circling her lightly with it.
Francesca gasped hard, her hips lifting off the mattress, and I had to hold her down.
“Relax into it, princesa… Feel it cool you down…”
She squirmed, wiggling her hips in my grip, but I tightened my hold on her and kept on circling the ice cube around her sensitive pussy.
After she settled, I relaxed my hold on her and dived into her fully, eating her everywhere I could reach. Eventually, the cube began melting, and once it was almost gone, I pushed it inside her, along with two of my fingers, my mouth sucking on her clit.
She jumped when I curled my fingers inside her, her handcuffed wrists coming down so her hands could tug on my hair.
I let her, enjoying the way she unknowingly massaged my head.
It only made me go harder for her, and moments later, I basked in the feel of Francesca orgasming for me again.
This time, she was loud, moan after moan, gasping for air as I made her ride it out until she slumped down into the sheets.
Her chained wrists dropped to my nape as I climbed back over her.
“Thank you, baby. You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight. You’ve made me so proud,” I murmured each word with a kiss to her cheeks. “Was that good for you, baby? ‘Cause it was fucking phenomenal for me.”
She sighed into me. “So good…”
I smiled. “What do you say we get rid of this blindfold, hm?”
“Yes, I want to see you.”
I gently pulled it off. “That’s it… I missed your pretty eyes, amor.”
Her eyes were slightly teary from the intensity, her mascara a little smudged and running down her face.
She’d never looked more like mine.
Always, in every circumstance, so goddamn perfect and beautiful.
“Kiss me,” Francesca pouted up at me.
I smiled, loving this side of her, and leaned down without hesitation, pressing my lips to hers, and kissing her deep and soft.
“Thank you,” She murmured into the kiss. “I feel so good.”
“I’m glad, ”
“What about you?” She bit her lip, rubbing her thigh over my erection. “Can’t be comfortable…”
I chuckled. “You want to suck my cock, baby?”
“Yes, please,” She whispered against my lips.
“How could I say no?”
Pulling her hands off from my neck, I straightened on my knees in the bed. Francesca sat up slowly. Messy blonde hair everywhere. Eyes a little messy from makeup. Fucking gorgeous.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
With her wrists still in handcuffs, I watched her lean forward and move to her hands and knees before crawling down the bed towards me.
My abdomen muscles tensed in anticipation the closer she got.
Francesca bit her lip as she stopped right in front of me and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears when she kissed my tip.
I was so hard, my length was pointing straight out, and she took advantage of it.
She didn’t use her hands at first, only kissing and licking my tip, then lower.
“Fuck me, Francesca… You’re killing me.”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to control myself, but it was goddamn near impossible with the way she looked so mesmerizing with the head of my cock between her lips.
Smirking, she brought her hands up, still in handcuffs, and began jerking me off, at the exact speed and force I needed her to.
My eyes never left hers as she started deepthroating me. I watched her the entire time. Flawless skin. Pillowy lips. Messy hair. Long lashes. Mascara running down her face. Handcuffs.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My. Wife.
My vision went white. I fisted her hair, not forcing, just needing the connection. Two more pumps and I was gone. I groaned loud, losing my mind the way she sucked me even harder as I shot my cum down her throat. Francesca moaned around my cock, the vibrations only making me come harder.
When I finally pulled back, I was still trying to catch up.
Francesca didn’t seem to share my breathlessness anymore. She straightened to her knees too and reached up for me, her hands finding my neck just as her lips found mine.
I kissed her back without needing to think about it and we both fell back on the bed; me on top and between her legs. We were already gasping for air and ready to go again.
“Turn around.”
Francesca turned to move, but I was too impatient.
“Too slow, I’ll move you myself…”
“You’re bad,” She exhaled with a soft laugh, giving me a look over her shoulder that was all affection and smiles.
Leaning down, I caught her bottom lip between mine, kissing her deep as my tongue pushed deeper, needing to know her as deep as I could.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lined up my cock to her ass and lowered my hips. I stroked in, my cock pushing through her thigh gap, and then between her pussy and the mattress.
A choked gasp escaped her into my mouth. I groaned in response, starting grind slowly, the head of my cock rubbing over her clit every time. And she let me. Resting on her elbows, so she could bring her wrists back and hold my face in her hands.
Pulling away from the kiss, I stayed close, keeping the eye contact as I reached up and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and neck protectively.
Her eyes melted into mine.
I felt my own get lost in her soul.
“Say you love me, Donna.”
Francesca gasped like I’d just said the most promiscuous thing she’d ever heard.
“Matteo.”
“If you want to come… I’m gonna need to hear it.”
“You’re crazy. We can’t–”
“Why? We’re just playing, right? Or do you think you’ll fall for me?”
She laughed. “Strozo.”
“Would it help if I said it first, baby? Hm? Because I love you, baby.” I wrapped my big arms tighter around her, pulling her closer.
“Daddy loves you, princesa.” I stroked in harder and deeper against her clit.
“Your Capo loves you, Donna.” My fingers dug into her skin, leaving my mark on her skin. “Now say it back, wife.”
“Matteo…”
“Say it, Francesca.”
“I… I…” She shook her head.
“You can do it. Tell your husband you love him, amor.”
“I’m going to kill you tomorrow morning.”
“C’mon, babygirl. I know you can for me.”
She looked at me. Really looked at me. And I wondered if she could see the truth behind my eyes or if the sex was too intense.
“I love you, Matteo.” The words left her so easy, it made me wonder. “Please make me come.”
“Please…?”
“Please, Daddy. I need to come so bad. Please.”
A deep groan of satisfaction rumbled in my chest.
I grabbed her tighter, my hand on her stomach dropping to play with her clit, and started fucking her harder.
“You’re such a good wife for your Capo, Donna… What will I do with you? Should I keep you here, tied to this bed forever, and never stop fucking you? Hm? You’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you?”
Francesca moaned, getting lost in the pleasure of the moment.
“That’s right. Because you love every goddamn thing your Capo does to you, don’t you? You’re such a good fucking girl, you’d let me fuck you forever, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah,” She whimpered, shaking with each of my strokes.
“You’d never get bored of this cock. You’d be just as fucking excited to suck me off after the millionth time. Won’t you, baby?”
“Mhm…”
My blood burned hotter as I pulled out slightly from her thigh gap and instead rubbed my tip up and down her drenched pussy.
“You’re dying for me to fuck you, aren’t you? You wish I’d push the head of my cock inside you right now, don’t you?”
Francesca raised her hips, her breathing labored.
Her eyes stayed on mine, waiting patiently.
I froze.
“Holy shit… You’re serious, aren’t you? Does my babygirl want some cock?”
“Yes.”
“You do?” I chuckled, surprised at her sudden change in personality. “How much of my cock do you want, baby? All of it? Or just the tip?”
“Just the tip,” She whimpered, swinging her hips from side to side with impatience. “Please, I just need to feel it.”
I frowned, faking concern.
“Like this, baby?”
Francesca gasped when the head of my cock pushed inside her. She came instantly, especially with my hand on her clit, playing her however I liked.
Her orgasm was rough and wet, drenching her thighs and my cock like she hadn’t just come on my face earlier.
I froze again. Staring at the way her tight pussy wrapped around my tip. She had no fucking idea how much I’d have to stretch her to get my length inside her.
Once she came down form her high, she circled her hips, urging me to push in all the way and fuck her. Something I’d been dying to do since Vegas.
“Matteo… Come on. Just do it. Fuck me. I know you want to…”
She looked up at me over her shoulder, expectantly.
But I couldn’t. Not like this.
Pulling out, I slipped between her thighs again and started fucking her thigh gap as rough as I could.
“One of these days, you’ll beg me to fuck you,” I growled in her ear. “And you’ll be clear minded, not delirious from hours of orgasms.”
I had her in a headlock as I smashed in and out of her thigh gap, her nails digging into my bicep and forearm as the head of my cock rubbed over her clit with each stroke.
“Mark.” – thrust – “My.” – thrust – “Goddamn.” – thrust – “Words.”
She screamed. I groaned. We came at the same time. Her, shuddering in my arms and drenching my cock. Me, covering her pretty pussy with my cum.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My. Wife.
But when it was all over… Something was off.
She was breathing hard and most probably exhausted, so I thought it best to unlock the handcuffs and give her space.
“Matteo?”
“Mhm?”
“Kiss.”
I looked at Francesca for a moment, appreciating the view for a moment.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers in a slow, meaningful kiss. She met me with equal affection, and pulled me back down until I was covering her with my body weight.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I murmured against her lips for assuming she didn’t want aftercare. “Won’t happen again.”
“Why are you mad?”
“I’m not.”
“Why are you mad?”
“My wife’s driving me crazy.”
“Why?” She asked me, accusingly.
I smirked against her lips. “She’s too fucking gorgeous. It messes with my head and makes me forget very important things.”
She blushed, and it made me kiss her cheekbones.
“Like telling her how beautiful and amazing she is every day. Not just stare at her like a creep.”
She laughed. “Shut up.”
“Compliment her clothes, instead of ripping them off.”
“Matteo!”
“And instead of fucking her brains out, I could just tell her that I think I’m falling for her.”
Francesca smiled up at me, her eyes soft as her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me down, and then…
We were kissing again.