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He nips my ear.
"I want the world to know you are mine."
My heart skips a beat, and I'm wetter than ever.
His lips move lower, to the side of my neck. He licks and nips, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
His hands cover my breasts, squeezing, kneading.
"You are so beautiful, amore. So perfect. Mine."
He kisses his way down the front of my body, between my breasts, over my belly.
"And this..." he whispers, his hands moving down to my stomach. "This is mine."
His mouth brushes the swell of my stomach, and the sweet gesture makes tears well up in my eyes.
"I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you," he whispers. "Filling you with my come. Seeing you swollen with our children."
"Start now," I beg, spreading my legs wide, desperate to have him inside me.
His laugh is dark and low, and the sound curls through me.
"I will start whenever I please, and you will take it."
His finger trails through the folds of my sex.
"Such a needy cunt," he groans, and his touch is light and teasing. "So ready for my cock."
His hand cups the back of my neck, and his fingers slide into the hair at the nape.
His mouth covers mine, his kiss deep and consuming. He kisses me breathless, and I can't help the way my body responds.
I can't help the way my hips jerk when he pushes his fingers inside me, or the way I arch against him, aching for more.
I hear the rustle of fabric, and a moment later, his cock is pressed against my pussy.
"Do you feel how hard you make me?" he asks, his lips brushing mine as he speaks.
"Yes," I moan.
"This is what you do to me," he growls, rubbing his cock through my slick folds.
"Mario, please," I beg. "Fuck me."
"Do you want my cock, amore?"
"Yes."
"Why should I give it to you?"
"Please, Mario," I moan, lifting my hips.
"Why should I fuck you, sporcacciona?"
"Because I'm yours," I pant, lifting my head and catching his lips in a kiss.
He groans and bites at my lip, his grip tightening in my hair.
