Page 176 of Vicious Intentions
Her scent, paired with the fact that my wife’s pussy is already soaking wet just from kissing alone, drives me insane.
“If this gets too much, tell me.”
A shiver runs through her in response, her eyes never leaving mine. I hold onto her gaze as my breath ghosts over her sensitive flesh, my tongue eager to lap at her essence. My eyes close of their own accord as I take my first taste, groaning the minute her sweetness touches my taste buds.
I tell myself to go slow. To let myself savor this moment. But I’m too far gone now. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. And this… this piece of heaven is worth a lifetime in hell.
I flatten my tongue to lap at her slit in slow, measured strokes before sucking her clit into my mouth.
“Oh, my God!” my wife shouts, throwing her head back against the wall, the little thud making me stop and growl in disapproval. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Don’t stop!” she reprimands, sliding her legs further apart so that I have better access to her.
I pin her with a stare, my eyes telling her that I will not be pleased if she ends up with a concussion.
“I said I’m fine,” she grits out, taking a fistful of my hair and shoving my face in between her thighs. If I weren’t so on edge, I’d chuckle at how needy my girl gets. But right now, giving my wife pleasure is the only thing keeping the monsters at bay.
My tongue returns to her apex, taunting her with each languid stroke, my fingers bruising her hips with the way they are digging into her tender flesh. But my sweet, beautiful wife never complains that I’m being too rough with her. In fact, by the way she’s tugging at the strands of my hair, she likes my particular brand of brutality just fine.
When it seems I can’t get deep inside her enough, I lift one of her legs over my shoulder to get a better angle. But when that still doesn’t satisfy me, I do the same with her other leg, and then rise to my feet, while keeping her pinned to the wall.
Better. Much better.
It’s a miracle the towel hasn’t dropped from my waist to the floor yet, with the way my hard length is poking at it. I ache towrap my hand around its girth and give it a few strokes while eating Anna out. But I don’t dare let go of her, too afraid that she might fall with the way she keeps rocking on top of me. I devour her with fervor as she tries to balance on top of my shoulders, her body trembling with every devilish stroke of my tongue.
When I see that my Anna is too far gone to measure her movements, I pull her away from the wall and guide her to the bed. I lay her on her back, then drag her to the edge of the bed, wrapping her legs over my shoulders as I kneel at her altar.
“Oh, my God!” she yells, uncaring with who might hear her. Not that anyone is close enough to hear her scream. “Just like that… yes, Matteo… oh, my God… hmmm… like that. Yes!”
Anna’s words spur me on as my fingers join in on the fun, working in tandem with my tongue, desperate to draw every broken sound from her lips.
When her back arches off the bed, I press a hand to her stomach and force her down, not letting her escape the myriads of sensations I’m unleashing on her.
“Matteo!” she cries, her orgasm crashing over her.
My cock throbs, leaking, aching for release, but I don’t touch it. Not when I can watch the most exquisite sight in the world—my wife unraveling in front of me, coming undone on my tongue and fingers.
When she looks at me, beneath long lashes and a sated smile, all the ghosts of the past melt into the background, her loving gaze leaving no room for them.
“Come here,” she coos, looking beautifully spent.
I crawl up the bed, my body hovering over hers, my lips quickly returning to their home. She wraps her arms around me, kissing me with a quiet tenderness that has my heart weeping.
No matter how many times I can make my wife come, I will never deserve a kiss like this.
I break our kiss, albeit reluctantly, and pull her into me, her head instinctively cradling on my chest. However, when her fingers trace slow paths across my skin, I know her mind is no longer on the earthshattering orgasm I just gave her.
I can feel the question burning inside her, straining to be let out, but she doesn’t say a word. She just waits for me to be ready to tell her everything she so desperately wants to know.
“Most of these were done by my stepmother when I was a kid,” I confess after a fortifying breath. “I’m not sure when the abuse started, but it must’ve been early on, because I don’t remember a day that woman didn’t terrorize me. It always got worse whenever my father brought one of my brothers home. She loved tormenting Nico, too. I was too young back then to stop her from hurting him. Rafe was different. I was five when he came along, old enough to make sure that I always got in her way before she could try anything with him.”
“She did this to you?” Anna whispers, her voice heavy with sorrow.
“Mm,” I murmur.
“Where was your father in all of this?”
“He didn’t care. Sometimes he even instigated her wrath. But most of the time, he just watched and said that a real man would breathe through the pain. That I was weak when I cried. Weaker when I fell to the ground. She would abuse me, and he would belittle me afterward. Saying a real man wouldn’t let a waif of a woman hurt him so. But he didn’t want me to defend myself against her either. If I raised a hand against Ginevra, I’m positive he’d have killed me right there and then. He might’ve cheated on her every chance he got, but there was no mistaking that she was his soulmate. They both had black hearts and corrupt souls. All they cared about was themselves.”
“How… how long did the… abuse…last?” Anna stammers, trying her best not to cry for me.
