I was already dangling over the edge. It didn’t take long to tumble all the way over.
My fingertips pressed firmly on my clit and when I changed up the circular rotation to a rapid side-to-side movement, my eyes fluttered closed as my lower belly grew taut. Within seconds, my spine went rigid, my mouth rounded and I gasped loudly as it struck me.
My core pulsed fitfully around him, like a tight glove milking his cock, and Ettore hissed loudly, pushing himself into me, holding himself deep inside of me. The hand around my jaw tightened, he pressed his mouth against the apple of my cheek and ground against me. So deeply connected, he struggled to breathe right and his quiet muttering of, “Oh, yes, baby. Just like that. I’m so proud of you. You feel so good,” had my arms circling his neck, holding him close and mewling softly.
His breathing turned heavy. “Tell me you want my cum.”
I did. More than anything. “I want it.” I puffed out.
Ettore groaned out, “Jesus.Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Give it to me,” I cried.
“You’re such a good girl.Mygood girl.” He pressed a small kiss to my parted lips. “Take it, baby.”
Not a moment later, his body turned firm and unyielding, and when his cock began to jerk and he started to come, it lasted so long I thought he might not be able to stop. His fingers curled around me harshly as he lost control. Ettore was left breathless, and when it was finally over, he let out a rattle and rasp, inhaling deeply, panting loudly. He held me up with closed eyes, wearing an expression I’d never seen him wear before.
It was soft in a way that looked unnatural on him.
Effortlessly, he carried me over to the kitchen island, sat me down on the edge then tugged at my skirt, lifting it high. He pushed my legs open and when he looked down at my tender pink pussy, my cheeks flamed. My husband stared openly, reached out and shamelessly spread my lips apart with two fingers.
I held my breath as he witnessed his come seep out of my snug hole and the expression, he wore then was one of pure male satisfaction.
My gaze lowered. Embarrassed, I forced a small smile and teased, “Are you trying to get me pregnant, dear husband?”
It was a joke so I expected a laugh. Instead, I got a cool glance and something in his eyes that looked dangerously close to guilt.
“Wait,” I peered down at the thick white semen oozing out of me, then back up at him. “Are you?”
Chapter16
Transgressions
Vittoria
My heart stoppedwhen Ettore merely said in that infuriatingly uninterested way of his, “Would that be so bad?”
I don’t know. My brain had temporarily ceased to function.
He followed up with, “Don’t you want kids?”
My heart sank.
Quietly confused, I replied a guarded, “I thought I had three.”
His expression did not change, but his jaw tensed and I didn’t know what to make of it. “Look, maybe we should talk about this later.”
Later?
My unblinking eyes remained on him as I slowly closed my legs and tugged my dress back down. “No. I think we should talk about it now.”
A tense moment passed.
He didn’t look pleased, but for once, I didn’t pander to his needs. I kept firm.
“Fine.” Ettore tucked himself back into his pants and spoke through the process of zipping and buttoning up. “There is a lot of tension building between my family and yours. I think each of our…” he seemed to think about the right word to use here, “Transgressions would be forgiven if we had something that brought us together. All of us.”
I see.