Page 64 of Sexting His Son's Ex
I whimper when he drags his tongue across my jaw, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. “Full. So full. You’re so big. I can’t believe you fit.”
“You were made for me, Jovie. Of course, I fit.” He worships my body while he waits for me to relax, dragging his wide hands up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to start. “You’re mine now.” Santino tilts his head up, his dark hair hanging over his eyes, an intense, possessive glare burning bright in the raging depths of green.
His hand wraps around my throat, tighter than before and fire churns in my stomach. His free hand slips between us, his finger tracing my entrance where we are connected. He’s able to feel how wide he’s stretching me.
“And when I say you’re mine, I don’t only mean right now. I mean always. Forever, Jovie. This pussy will only know my cock, my come, and my children. If you ever change your mind andrun from me—” He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, “—I will chase you. I will hunt you. I will bring you back to me. Understood, Sweet Girl?”
Warmth floods my chest, my heart racing, fueled by falling in love with Santino.
I do. I love him.
“I understand,” I concede on an exhale, my entire body relaxing at last.
“Oh, good fucking girl,” he growls. “I’m going to move. If it’s too much, tell me, you matter above all else.”
I nod again, losing patience. I want him to move.Please.
“Words, Jovie. Use them.”
“Yes! I’ll tell you. Please, move. I can’t wait any longer!”
“So impatient,” he croons, staying close to my face, his lips only inches away from mine.
In a slow drag, his cock pulls back, leaving only the crown inside.
Santino’s mouth falls open, his breath uneven and shaking on unsteady gasps. He pushes back in, still the same, careful pace. For a big bad mafia boss, he sure is very gentle when it comes to me. He couldn’t have made this experience any better.
He’s perfect.
This.It’s perfect.
“Oh god,” I moan, craning my head back against the mattress, giving him free access to my throat.
He takes advantage, focusing on my hot spots that he found earlier. “You’re doing so fucking well, Jovie. I know it isn’t easy taking all of me, but you are. You feel so good. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m barely containing myself. God, you’re so damn beautiful,” he praises me, those hands skimming up my body, gripping me like he can’t get enough.
I hiss, the pain easing with every slow stroke until it finally disappears. I curl my hands around his back and drag them down, cupping his muscular ass.
“More,” I beg of him. “Please. More.Faster.”
He snarls in his throat, pinning my arms above my head so I can’t touch him, and thrusts his hips harder just like I asked.
“Oh, fuck,” he draws out the words. “Look at you. Fucking beautiful. And all mine. What have I done to deserve such heaven?” He bends down, wrapping his tongue around my nipple. He’s always finding a way to pay attention to my body. “Nothing,” he voice deepens. “I’ve done nothing and yet, here you are. I’m a lucky man.” Santino leans back on his knees, keeping my legs spread so he can watch himself slide in and out of me. “I wish you could see this view. I’m going to get a picture painted just like this, of me filling you, your virgin blood coating my cock, then hang it above our bed so you’re reminded every fucking night who you belong to,” He flexes his hips, driving to the hilt.
There’s no pain. A little discomfort, but not enough to stop the pleasure from overcoming my body with every stroke he gives me.
“I can’t get enough of your body. These curves drive me wild, Jovie.” His hands fall to my hips and his fingers curl for leverage.The grip is tight. Bruises will decorate my skin tomorrow and I can’t wait. They’ll be like trophies or stamps of possession.
He changes the pace, faster and harder, the headboard smacking against the wall.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
There is no doubt the entire house can’t hear the rapid beat.
“Santino! Oh my God, yes. You feel so good.” I don’t know if I’ll be able to orgasm just because of the slight ache that’s still there, but it doesn’t stop how fucking amazing he feels.
My gaze becomes greedy, dragging it up and down his body, watching all the muscles tense as they work. Sweat glistens against his tanned skin and my attention wanders lower, the base of his cock disappearing with every stroke.
How is this my life? I’m being fucked by a god.
