Chapter 37
Tiziano Constanzo
I got home with my arm throbbing. The cut wasn’t deep, but the irritating pain reminded me of the ambush I’d faced.
A small mistake during a routine operation, nothing I couldn’t handle.
I went straight to the bathroom, with no patience for explanations.
Hot water ran down my body, mixing with the blood that trickled into the drain, washing away the traces of the night.
I heard the bathroom door open, and my attention turned to Bianca’s figure. She stood there, her eyes wide when she saw the blood.
“It was nothing,” I said before she could ask. “Just a cut.”
She didn’t respond, but she remained there, looking at me.
“Are you going to stand there staring at me?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
Bianca began to pull at the strap of her nightgown, letting it slide down her body until it fell to the floor. My eyes traveled over her silhouette, every curve, every detail. Her firm breasts and hardened nipples made my mouth water.
“Are you going to keep looking at me with that hot little whore face?” I teased. “Save that look for when you’re on your knees, sucking my cock.”
She took a hesitant step, but soon entered the shower stall, joining me. Water ran down her body, making her even more irresistible. I pulled her close, gripping her waist, and pressed my body against hers, my heavy breathing giving away how much I wanted her.
“Come here now,” I whispered, lowering my head to kiss her neck as my hands moved up to caress her breasts. “Give your husband what he wants. I’m going to suck those tits of yours until you beg for more.”
My mouth found one of her nipples, sucking hard as she moaned softly, her hands gripping my shoulders to keep her balance.
“You’re delicious, Bianca,” I murmured against her skin, my tongue tracing a hot path over her body. “I’m going to devour you whole, my wife.”
Water still ran down our bodies when Bianca took a step back.
“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she said.
My blood instantly boiled, desire pulsing through me almost violently.
“You do?” I asked, moving even closer without taking my eyes off hers. “I’ll do it as much as you want. I’ll suck you and devour you while you rub your pussy all over my face.”
I turned off the shower with a rough movement, fucking her mouth with my hard tongue. I walked with her to the bathroom’s marble counter, her broken moans feeding my hunger. I sat her down, and she planted both feet on the countertop.
“That’s it, spread your legs for me, queen,” I murmured, full of desire as I dug my fingers into her thighs, spreading them wider.
She was completely exposed to me, and she was someone I couldn’t resist. I lowered myself, bringing my mouth close to her folds. Her pussy was soaked. The sweet, intoxicating scent drove me even crazier.
“So delicious,” I murmured, slowly sliding my tongue along her pussy. “My wife tastes like sin.”
She arched her body back, her moans turning into incoherent words as my hands held her thighs apart. My tongue explored every detail, every fold, while I listened to her lose herself in pleasure.
“Tiziano!” she cried.
I moved my tongue in circles, focusing on her clit, sucking it lightly before going back to licking her slowly, torturing her.
“Please,” she whispered, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.
“Please what? Say it, Bianca,” I teased, lifting my eyes to see the expression of pleasure on her face.
“Don’t stop,” she finally begged, and it was all I needed to hear.
My hands moved up her thighs to her hips, holding her firmly as I intensified my movements. My tongue explored every corner, pushing deep while my fingers fucked her hard.
She trembled, her entire body arched, until a loud moan announced her approaching orgasm. I kept sucking her, prolonging the pleasure, feeling every spasm of her body against my tongue.
When she finally relaxed, her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were parted in a satisfied smile.
“Ready for more?” I asked with a wicked smile.
I slowly stood, positioning myself between her legs while still gripping her hips tightly. Bianca was still breathing hard, her body relaxed after her orgasm, but her eyes opened when she felt my erection against her entrance.
My other hand moved to her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her still-hard nipples.
“You’re so delicious that you’re never enough. I’m going to devour every part of you, Bianca.”
She moaned, her fingers gripping my shoulders as I teased her, slowly sliding only the tip inside her.
“You like being teased, don’t you? You like it when I take care of you like this?” I asked, moving my hips just enough to torture her.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice broken.
Without waiting any longer, I thrust all the way in, filling her at once. Her tight pussy around me made me lose control. Bianca screamed my name, her legs tightening around my waist as I began to move in a slow but steady rhythm.
“So tight, so delicious,” I murmured against her neck, my hands exploring every curve, every line of her body.
“Tiziano... faster...” she begged, rolling her hips.
I obeyed, quickening my movements and pulling loud moans from her lips. The sound of our bodies colliding was arousing.
My hands slid down to grip her ass, lifting her a little higher and allowing me to thrust even deeper. She gripped my arms tightly, trembling as another wave of pleasure hit her. She growled in pain, but I didn’t stop.
“Tiziano! I’m sorry, I...” she began, but I cut her off.
“Don’t fucking stop. Keep grinding on my cock,” I ordered, the pain in my face mixing with pleasure. “I’m not made of glass. Come for me, Bianca. Let your husband feel how much you like this.”
When I felt her reaching her peak again, I gripped her waist tightly and pulled her closer, fucking her to the hilt. A rough moan escaped my lips as I released my cum inside her, feeling her pulse around me.
I held her for a few seconds, both of us breathless, before kissing her again, this time more softly. Pulling back only enough to look into her eyes.
“You’re absolutely delicious, my queen,” I murmured in a husky voice as she smiled softly and nestled against my chest, the warmth of her body fitting perfectly against mine.
I had chosen Bianca once again, and now I was willing to make her feel like a true queen.
My desire for her was dangerous, intense, and uncontrollably possessive.
I had never imagined I would see myself like this, completely consumed by her, discovering that love could be born even in someone who didn’t possess a heart.