I bit my lip but didn’t really hesitate. He’d see who his wife was. He’d see that I had dirtied and muddled this arrangement just as much as he had, that I owned him like he owned me.
If this was how I’d finally get to have my way with him, I’d take it. I’d slept with enough men to knowSebastian Armanelliwas the one I wanted.
I’d pushed him over the edge. When we’d hooked up before, it had just been a fling, something to get out of our systems. I’d tapped into his hidden emotions, the place he wanted to keep confined all to himself.
In marriage, nothing is a secret though.
He slowly unbuckled his belt and I watched how the prong slid from the brown worn leather. His moves were deliberate, like he was waiting for me to tell him this was wrong and disrespectful.
“Is this what you want, Morina? For me to command you all the time, for me to take what’s mine, to make you see every fucked up side of me?”
“I just want the real you,” I murmured, licking my lips as I waited for him to move on to unbuttoning his slacks.
“You’re going to get more than you asked for.”
“We’ll see if you can really deliver on that threat.”
“Crawl to me,bellissima. Come. Right. Here.” He pointed to the spot just in front of him. I moved slowly, my eyes on his zipper as he lowered it.
His cock sprung free, thick and so big, I wasn’t sure he’d fit it through the wire.
Yet, he slid one hand through the space between the gate and the post and threaded his fingers through my hair. With a yank, he brought me right up to him.
His other hand pushed his dick through the wire bars so I had only access to that part of him.
“Open,ragazza.”
I stared up at him. We warred with our gazes, and I almost didn’t, the defiance in me strong.
“Your choice at the end of the day. Decide who you want.”
That quick decision, the one to choose him or his soft counterpart, Bastian.
I opened for Sebastian Armanelli, and he shoved my head down on his dick faster than I was ready for.
He was so big, I almost gagged, but I kept my mouth open, taking all I could. I ran my tongue over his veins, the precum salty in my mouth. He throbbed against the roof of my mouth and I swirled him like I couldn't get enough.
I stared at his face, how his neck tightened more and more as I went up and down faster and faster.
Moaning on his dick gave me all the power even when I was on my knees, hands clasped on a kennel cage, locked in.
“Ragazza. Bellissima. Mi amore. My wife. My love. Mine.” He strung all his words together as he fucked my mouth, his hips thrusting faster and faster.
And just as he was about to cum, he pulled my head back so far that I arched my back, putting my breasts on display in the bikini top. He let the cum spurt from him onto my top, over my chest, and across both of my breasts as he moaned my name.
His forehead fell to the kennel wire and his hand slid from my hair, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the door.
In a daze, I didn’t move as he picked me up off the floor and carried me like a baby to the humane society’s washroom.
He placed me on my feet long enough to grab paper towels and dampen them before turning me in the mirror to stare over my shoulder at me.
His seed dripped from my chest, there to mark me.
“If I could leave it,ragazza, I would.” His head fell to my neck as he placed gentle kisses there and rubbed away the evidence of him on me.
What a sight we were.
Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I could forget him in a few months. I found myself completely and utterly frightened by the idea that I’d be ruined from this.