She cries out at the first lash of my tongue against her lips, legs shaking by my ears. I grip a thigh with one hand, and shove a digit inside with the other, continuing the ministrations of my tongue in needy, circular motions.
The sweet scent of her skin makes my dick leak in my fucking pants. I adjust my angle, plunging deeper, scissoring her open with two fingers now and using my tongue like a whip against her sensitive flesh.
“Would you have let Luca fuck you?” I say into her, refusing to pull back for even a moment. Like I want to miss a second of this.
“I—what?”
“Answer the question, Caroline.” I speed up the lashings of my tongue, spearing between where my fingers pry her open, and drag it up between the crack of her ass, rimming the puckered little hole. “Fuck,you taste amazing. The sweetest, purest sin I’ve ever indulged in.”
A strangled sound rips from her throat, and she beats her palm against the counter.
I push a third finger into her as my tongue pierces her ass, massaging the ring of muscle. My knuckles breach her lips, my fingertips meeting resistance, but I don’t stop pushing, even though I’m sure it must be uncomfortable. She jerks into the pressure like she loves the bite of pain.
“Answerme.”
“Jesus! I already did.”
“Already did what?”
“Fuck him. I fucked Luca.”
I freeze, my tongue snapping back into my mouth. “Wrong fucking answer,mio amore.”
Her pussy flutters around my fingers, and I can tell she’s holding off, trying to deny herself the orgasm for as long as possible. Maybe until I’m buried inside her.
White-hot rage burns through me, zinging up through my thighs and rushing to my brain. I yank my hand from her body; she cries out at the loss but quiets when she hears the clink of my belt buckle. Her fingers flex against the counter as I undo the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to my knees, and shove my boxers down.
My cock, angry and red, bobs free, immediately curving against the swell of her ass. I pump it a few times in my fist, running the tip between her cheeks, and then line up with her entrance.
She braces, planting her toes into the floor until they bloom purple, hands white-knuckling the edge of the counter.
I shift my hips forward, my tip splitting her lips as it disappears into her, inch by glorious fucking inch. It takes a few thrusts before I’m fully seated, but once my pelvis sits flush against her perfect little ass, both of us let out low groans of pleasure.
I’ve never in my life felt anything as heavenly as this. Her pussy is warm and so goddamn wet, clinging to me like rain-soaked clothing. Gliding in and out, I push even deeper on each thrust in, hitting what must be her cervix.
Small body and tight little pussy, meet my massive cock. Happy to be of service.
“Cristo,” I grit through my teeth, the muscles in my ass clenching as I rut into her. “Your pussy istight. Fits my cock like a goddamn glove. Didn’t think it’d be this perfect, did you?”
She makes some unintelligible sound, twisting her head on the counter. My hand rears up, palm covering her face, keeping her from getting distracted. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t look at him. Don’t even fucking think about him.”
Pulling out, I watch as I disconnect from her body, landing a harsh slap on her ass. Then I fist my shaft and line it back up, a low groan emitting from deep inside my chest as I shove back inside. Her pussy swallows me whole, the sounds of her arousal as I fuck her filling my ears.
It’s a flood down there, sloppy and succulent, a symphony I want to fall asleep to for the rest of my life.
That’s how I know I’m already in trouble.
UP UNTIL THIS POINT, I’ve only been with two other men in my life, although I don’t like to count the first. Maintaining the prudish daughter trope so that I’d look good while my father groomed me didn’t exactly leave a lot of room for fooling around. If I even looked at a man he didn’t have plans or debts with, there was hell to pay.
Juliet, on the other hand, has left her mark on nearly every man in town.
And while our comparisons had me thinking I understood what the average dick looked and felt like,this—being fucked over my new kitchen counter by my husband, while my cousin lies in a bloody heap of flesh to the side—is unlike anything I ever could’ve imagined.
Because, holyhell, Elia is huge. Definitely bigger than average in girth and length, and he ruts into me like a mad bull on steroids.
His grunts, hot and moist in my ear, make my inner muscles clench, and his calloused fingertips pressing into my skin make me feel pure and innocent.
Loved, even though that’s the furthest thing from the truth of our situation.