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I finally crawl off him and collapse at his side, breathless and shaking, my face pressed against his hip, my lips inches from his cock. It’s thick and hard and leaking against his stomach, and I want to taste more of him, want to wrap my lips around him and suck until he comes down my throat, but before I can move, his hand finds my hair.

“Don’t,” he rasps. “If you put your mouth or hands on my cock again, I’ll come. I only have so much restraint, baby.”

I push myself up and move so I’m straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips, his cock lying hot and heavy against my stomach. Then I kiss him. Hard, desperate, my tongue in his mouth, my hands on his face, and I grind myself against him, my wet pussy sliding along his length, and the friction is so good I moan into his mouth.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper against his lips. “All the way, Daddy.”

His hands find my hips, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks. “How do you want me, baby?”

I falter. Because the truth is, I don’t know. I know what I like when he uses his mouth. His fingers. I know how badly I’ve wanted more every time he’s teased me with the head of his cock. But this? Taking all of him? I have no clue.

He sees it on my face. The hesitation, the uncertainty, and something shifts in his eyes. “Let me,” he says.

He flips me onto my back in one smooth motion, his body covering mine. Then, just as I predicted earlier, he tears the rest of the lingerie from my body. It’s so expected and so Domenico I can’t help laughing.

“You owe me a new piece,” I say with a mock-pout.

“I’ll buy you one for every day if that’s what you want,” he growls. “As long as I get to rip them off you.”

“Deal,” I gasp.

Domenico’s piercing blue eyes find mine, and I feel like he’s holding me captive with his gaze alone. It’s so intense, so all-consuming.

“You want my cock inside you?” he asks.

“Mm, yes.”

“Ask me for it, wife.”

“Please put your cock inside me, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Hold yourself open for me.”

I move my hands to my pussy and use my fingers to spread my folds. The exposure makes me blush even though there’s no one here but him and he’s seen every inch of me more times than I can count by now.

Domenico positions himself between my thighs, his cock thick and hard. He rubs the head against my entrance, the pressure making my breath catch.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I do. His eyes are dark blue, almost black in the low light, and they’re fixed on mine with an intensity that makes my chest tight.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” I whisper.

His cock presses against my opening, the head slipping inside with a stretch I already recognize. My breath catches anyway.

Then he pushes deeper, and deeper, and… “Blue!” I pant, while simultaneously clawing at his shoulders and pushing him away. I’m honestly surprised I remember that word right now.

Domenico goes completely still. “Are you okay?” he immediately asks. “Do you need me to—”

“Give me a minute.” I squeeze my eyes shut and try to breathe through the burning stretch deep inside me. “I just need… don’t move yet.”

Jesus Christ. I knew he was big. I’ve seen how big he is. But apparently knowing something and actually trying to fit it inside your body are two very different things.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

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