The arm on my ass tightened and he uttered possessively, “Don’t you fucking let go. I got you right where I want you.” I heard the jingle of his belt and then the lowering of his zipper, he bounced me lightly on his arm before reaching under my dress. He pulled my panties to one and groaned out loud when his searching fingers found me already wet. I smiled into the kiss and when he nipped my lower lip, my expression turned faraway as my hips bucked. I felt the stiff heat of his cock as he lined us up and then he brought his hand up to my chin, curling his fingers around it until they dug into my flesh, he looked me deep in the eye, fiendishly aroused and growled, “My baby’s always ready for me, isn’t she?” I tried to nod through his hold and Ettore was pleased by my efforts. “Now,” he said with a cold glint in his eye, “Take daddy’s cock.”

He began to lower me and when the head of him breached my pussy, a shaky sigh left me. It had been a long time and I’d forgotten how thick he was. We were a snug fit. Part way joined, my eyes locked onto his and stayed there. I blinked slowly as he pushed in even farther, stretching me, and in this position, he felt impossibly deep.

It was too much. He was too much.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lax lips. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more. You can take it.”

With one final push, he was balls deep inside of me, and when my eyes fluttered open, I found his harsh gaze had softened some. Ettore brought his nose to mine, he closed his eyes and we breathed into each other a long moment, linked. In that moment of stillness, I felt every ripple and throb of him. I expected him to fuck me relentlessly, but for the first time since our wedding kiss, Ettore was gentle with me. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly, over and over again before he lightly suckled my bottom lip.

The throbbing of my pulse, I felt everywhere and as tightly as we were connected, I just knew he did too.

I allowed him to explore my mouth, pulling away playfully and smiling into his lips when he growled low in his throat, a clear warning to not take his toy away. He remained firmly lodged inside of me as we kissed. I couldn’t even find the will to be embarrassed about the fact that every time his tongue brushed my own, my pussy twinged. I felt wetness trickle out of me, seeping down between our bodies.