AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Gia was my ward. Now she’s my wife. This is just another part of keeping her safe—by making her mine.
I refocus, looking down at her breathless, arching body on the white sheets. I need to make her come first, in order not to hurt her. It’s not ego—I know if I don’t give her at least one orgasm, she won’t be able to take me. But touching her, feeling her slick heat against my fingers, hearing her whimper as I rub my thumb over her clit again and nudge two fingers against her tight entrance, makes keeping the rein on my lust nearly impossible.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever had in my bed. And I shouldn’t—I can’t—fuck her the way I want to.
Gia tosses her head against the pillows, grinding against my hand as she lets out a frustrated gasp. “Aren’t you tired of just using your fingers?” she moans, twisting her hips. “Don’t you want to do something else to me, Salvatore?”
The way she breathes my name drives me insane. There are so many fucking things I want to do to her. I want to taste her, to bury my face between her thighs and teach her how good a tongue on her clit can feel, fuck her with my fingers while I suck her into my mouth and make her come all over my face. Just the thought makes my cock throb dangerously, pre-cum spilling down the shaft as I clench my teeth against a moan. I refuse to let her see that she’s getting to me. If she does, she’ll take full advantage; I know that much.
I can’t do it. If I let myself give in even that much, I’ll fuck her the way I so desperately want to, instead of keeping this brief. I don’t need to taste her to make her come. For the necessary part of this, all I need is my fingers. And I need to stick to what’s necessary, and nothing more.
I slip two fingers into her, feeling the hot, velvet tightness of her pussy squeeze around them, and the sound of Gia’s moan makes me feel dizzy with need. Every drop of blood in my body seems to have concentrated in my erection. I didn’t know I could be this hard.
“Salvatore—” She moans my name again, writhing against my hand. “Please?—”
Her head has fallen back against the pillows, her breasts heaving, her hips arching as she chases the release I’m promising her. I sink my fingers deeper, feeling her helpless whimper of pleasure in my bones, and I grit my teeth.
I could show her things that the young, inexperienced man she was promised to couldn’t have. I think she’s starting to realize that—to be curious about it, at the very least—and I can’t help but think that it might have been better for us both if she hadn’t.
I want desperately to show her all of those things. But every time I come close to giving in, every time I let myself want her, the guilt settles back over me, tangling with my lust until I feel like I’m drowning in both. I hear her taunts in my head, telling me that my desires made me break my promises to her father, mocking me with my betrayal.
I believe, to the depths of myself, that I married her for the right reasons. That I threw Pyotr out of that church and made her my wife because I have a duty to keep her safe, because I want her protected. But if I let myself give in to my own desires, it won’t just be about that anymore.
Then, she’ll be right. I will have betrayed everything that I stood for, by taking what wasn’t meant to be mine for myself.
I have to do this—to make her mine, so she can’t be hurt by those who would use her against me. But I don’t have to take so much pleasure in it.
Gia gasps again, letting out another frustrated whimper as I circle my thumb over her clit, curling my fingers inside of her. The desire to taste her is almost painful, it’s so strong, but I focus on bringing her to her climax, ignoring the throb of my cock and the slick heat that begs for me to pleasure her in every way I know how.
“Come for me, dolce,” I murmur, thrusting my fingers. “I know you want it. Come for me, my good girl.”
She lets out a strangled, broken moan, shuddering against my hand as I feel her let go. She pulses around my fingers, her hands scrabbling at the sheets as she bucks and writhes, coming hard on my hand as her perfect mouth drops open and she cries out.
“Oh god—god—” she tosses her head, arching her hips into my hand, and I suck in a breath at the feeling of her velvet pussy squeezing again. I need her heat around my cock, need to feel her squeeze me like that.
It’s been a long fucking time, and it takes everything in me not to shove her legs apart and bury myself to the hilt in an instant.
I withdraw my fingers slowly from her, suppressing a groan as I feel her clench again, like she doesn’t want to lose the feeling of some part of me inside of her. “Spread your legs wider,” I tell her roughly, wrapping my hand around my cock and giving myself one firm stroke. I want her arousal on my cock, want to feel it slick against my straining skin, and I allow myself that one small concession to my raging lust.
Her eyes flash, dark and heated in her beautifully flushed face, and I can see from the way her stomach tightens and her hands flinch against the sheets that my commands turn her on. She wants to pretend they don’t, that she hates being told what to do. She’ll fight me every step of the way, but her glistening, swollen pussy and her parted lips, her glossy eyes, and heaving chest tell a different story.
Slowly, she opens her thighs wider, without saying a word. The concession startles me and sends another jolt of lust racing through my veins, because it tells me just how turned on she is. She wants my cock so badly she’s speechless, and my head spins, everything in me screaming to fuck her the way I imagined in my office days ago with my hand wrapped around myself.
My fantasies are running wild. Spread open for me like this, I can see every inch of her soaked pussy, her swollen clit peeking out from between her flushed folds, her tight entrance waiting for me. The urge to bury my face there and lick her to another orgasm is almost uncontrollable, but instead, I move closer, one hand on her thigh, the other wrapped around my cock as I angle myself against her entrance.
I suck in a hissing breath between my teeth as I feel her slick heat against my oversensitive cockhead. It’s been months since I was inside a woman, and the recollection of just how good it feels makes my nerves tingle with a raw pleasure that sends another jolt through my aching cock, my own arousal adding to the slickness between Gia’s thighs. She moans as I rub myself against her, clenching my teeth to suppress my own groans as I prepare to push inside of her.
I want more. I want everything. I want to rub the tip of my cock over her clit and watch her come on it as if she’s using me like a toy. I want to eat her out and kiss her, so she tastes herself on my tongue. I want to fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass, to claim every part of her body until she’s learned how it feels to come while I fill every hole she has. A torrent of filthy, lustful thoughts fogs my mind, enough to make my cock throb dangerously and my balls tighten with the need to come.
I’m so close it hurts. And all I need to do is come inside her to finish this. So I clench my teeth, banishing every wanton fantasy of how I want to ravish her, and instead brace myself with one hand on the headboard as I guide my cock into her with the other.
The resistance is instant. Gia lets out a sharp breath as my swollen cockhead starts to breach her, her eyes screwing tightly shut with what must be pain. I go very still, the protective instinct that I have towards her overriding all the demands of my body to keep pushing further into her tight heat.
“Are you alright?” My voice comes out tight, raspy, and Gia nods, her eyes still closed.
“You’re—so—big—” she breathes, the words a little shaky, and I feel the rumble of a laugh deep in my chest.
“That kind of flattery will send me over the edge before I’m even inside of you,” I growl softly, feeling another jolt of sensation ripple down my spine as she tightens reflexively, rubbing against the very tip of my cock. “Relax, Gia. It will hurt less if you relax.”
