Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I look down at Matilde, her eyes are closed but I know she’s enjoying this. Her little pussy is clenching around my cock. Suddenly, I pull out of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks as soon as she realizes that I’m not putting it back. I lean back from her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl. Her eyes widen and she scrambles to do what I told her to do. She presents her ass to me, and I grab it with my hands, kneading her flesh. Fuck, this ass is a masterpiece.
“Dorian?” she questions, looking over her shoulder at me. She bites her bottom lip.
“I mean it, Matilde. You drive me fucking crazy,” I say using one had to guide my cock into her slowly. Once I am fully seated, my hand goes right back to her ass. “You can’t touch other men. I can’t… I won’t allow it. You. Are. Mine,” I shout, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
“Dorian, please.”
“Please what?” I demand sliding my hands around her body and cupping her tits. I pinch and pull on her nipples. She screams.
“Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I’ll never fucking stop. This pussy is mine. Your womb is mine to fill with my seed and breed. You’re fucking mine, mo ghrá.”
“I know,” she sobs, as her pussy clenches around me. She comes but I can’t because she’s crying so I pull out of her and drop down on the bed beside her and pull her into my arms.
“Don’t cry, mo ghrá,” I say, trying to soothe her. I pepper kisses on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and neck. I don’t kiss her lips.
“You’re still hard,” she says. “I didn’t make you come?”
“You were crying baby, only a monster would get off while the woman he loves is crying.”
“You are a monster… wait, you love me?”
“Jesus Christ, Matilde. Of course I fucking love you.”
“I…don’t hate you,” she says smiling into my chest. She reaches for my cock and strokes it in her hand. She angles her pussy toward me and slides my cock into her. It’s different this way, both of us on our sides, facing each other. She kisses my chest with sweet open mouth kisses before swirling her tongue around my nipple.
“Fuck, you feel so good in my arms,” I groan.
“Dorian?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Fill my pussy up. Give me your seed.” I shudder at her words. It’s all I’ve wanted to hear from her, mostly. “Make me the mother of your children,” she cries as she comes around my cock. My own orgasm rises from deep down and I fill her with my seed.
It’s not a declaration of love, but I’ll take it.
I knew she was fucking mine from the moment I saw her and now she’s coming on my cock. Could anything be better?
When I finally stop fucking my wife, we take a shower together and then she finishes up dinner. At exactly seven, the doorbell rings and her mom bursts into the house, searching for her daughter. With the way they are acting during their reunion, you’d think Matilde had been gone for years, rather than the almost two weeks she has been. I shake hands with her father, and I'm not surprised that he tries to break the damn thing.
“How are you, honey? Really.”
“I'm fine Mama. I promise,” my wife says, still in the longest hug I’ve ever seen.
“Come here, girl,” her father booms. Her mom releases her, and she walks into his open arms.
“Hi, Daddy!” she says, her face buried in his chest. She moves from him to a freakishly tall dark-haired girl.
“T!”
“You are in so much trouble, sorellina,” the girl says, hugging her.
“Theresa, this is my husband, Dorian. Dorian, my older sister, Theresa.”
“I can’t believe you got married before me, brat. Nice to meet you,” she says, shaking my hand. For some reason, I was expecting a strong grip, but that wasn’t the case. “So, why did you want me here?”
“Well, you weren’t at dinner the other night, so there’s someone I want you to meet. Derry?”
“Here I am,” he says, coming into the foyer. I watch as his eyes widen when he sees Theresa. “And who might you be, mo áilleacht?” he growls out. My beauty? Okay.
“Theresa-Maria Vitali, but you can call me T. And you are?” she answers, toeing her shoes off as she does. She then kicks them into the pile by the front door. It’s like she knows her sister or something. I’ve never once thought about whether or not I wear shoes in the house. Matilde hates it, so it’s a rule now. I love that’s she’s making herself at home here. She’s taken over all the household management and cooking. God, the food. Derry and I have added an extra work out a week just to be able to eat the fucking deliciousness that comes out of that kitchen these days.