Page 186 of Vicious Intentions
“Your piano for one. My mother for another,” I say, running my knuckles over her cheeks. “She’s grown quite attached to you.” Anna’s eyes soften.
“I love her too.” My heart swells ten sizes at her words. “Has Paolina ever gone on a vacation? Maybe next time we could bring her?”
“You want us to bring my mother on a vacation?” I arch a brow.
“I don’t see why not? She’s had a hard life, Matteo. A little normalcy would do her some good.”
This woman. This extraordinary, beautiful woman.
“Fuck it. We can be a little late,” I growl, pushing my woman on her back against the island and pulling her ass to the edge.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“You can’t be all sweet and shit and include my mother in our future plans and not get rewarded, sweetheart. That’s just not the man that you married.”
“And what kind of man did I marry?” she taunts, placing her feet on the edge and spreading her legs wide, exposing the fact that she’s not wearing anything beneath her summer dress.
“A voracious one.”
Anna’s little giggle meets a quick death when my tongue takes its first lick. My eyes squint shut at her sweetness, my hard cock straining in its confinements. Her pussy always tastes like warm honey on the tongue. It’s enough to drive any man insane. I make sure to eat her out, slowly at first, just to enjoy listening to the little moans she lets out. But when my teeth graze her sensitive clit, and then suck it into my mouth, her soft moans always morph into loud wails.
Here in the Hamptons, I don’t mind my wife screaming out her pleasure, but when we get home, I have to make sure that no one hears her cries. Those are only for my ears and mine alone.
“Matteo,” she says on a broken sob, arching her body just to look down on me.
I look at her through my lashes, seeing the agony she’s in. It’s too much for me to bear and still not enough. I grab her by the hips, lift her up in the air, and then plant her feet on the ground, kicking her legs wide apart. I snake a hand around her, cupping her breast in my hand and giving it a good squeeze, while my other hand fondles her ass.
“Hmm,” she moans.
“I can’t get enough of you, wife,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s not fair how you like using such a weakness against me.”
She rubs her ass on my cock and smiles sweetly at me. “You’re the one who created this monster, husband. Now live with your consequences.” She winks at me. Winks. At. Me.
If all the blood wasn’t already shooting to my cock, I’d laugh. But as it stands, I’m too far gone. So I do the next best thing. I slap her ass cheek, making her gasp at the sensation, her whole face turning bright red at how a little slap just got her even wetter.
“I love you more than life itself,vita mia. But you’re going to pay for that.”
“M’kay,” she nods expectantly.
I use my fingers on her clit, while I position myself at her entrance. My woman is already dripping, her juices running down her thighs. My Anna is so responsive to my touch, to my voice, to my kiss, that when I thrust deep inside of her, it feels like she’s welcoming me home.
“Fuck. I’ll never get enough of you,” I say, biting down on her shoulder as she throws her head back on mine.
“You won’t have to,” she says, and I’m not sure she realizes what those small words do to me.
Anna hasn’t told me she loves me yet, though her actions and the way her body responds to me say it for her. I don’t mind waiting. I’ve already waited an eternity for her. What’s a few more days, weeks, or months?
“Matteo,” she breathes out my name, grabbing onto the edge of the kitchen island, fearing her knees might buckle with each punishing thrust.
“Fuck, baby. This pussy is going to destroy me one day,” I groan when I feel her walls clench around me, strangling my cock for all its worth.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she wails, letting her head fall down, depriving me of seeing her face.
However, I don’t like that. I don’t like that one bit. I grab her short hair and push her head back.
“Eyes on me, wife. Eyes always on me.”
Anna’s baby blue eyes plead with mine, her swollen lips begging to be claimed. My lips drop to hers in a hungry kiss, my tongue thrashing with hers as her pussy continues to pulse around me. Her tongue surrenders to mine, letting me suck and tease and bite. And when she starts whimpering, her body trembling, announcing that she’s close to the precipice, I use my fingers to draw out her orgasm in tandem with each punishing thrust. Her tight pussy clasps around my cock in a vise grip, causing me to go blind for a second.
