The Butcher's Wife - Page 25

“You’re going to love it.”

“I— No, no way.”

He smiled and then let go of her hip to touch her clit. He was going to prove her wrong. Stroking her clit, he felt the fight his woman had within her. The need to come but also to fight the strange sensation of having his thumb inside her ass. He was also balls deep inside her sweet cunt, and well, her body couldn’t lie. Not the way her lips could.

She was soaked, and her cunt rippled around him, almost as if it was trying to swallow, to milk his length for more of his cum.

He couldn’t get enough of her, and it didn’t seem to matter how much he filled her, he wanted her again, and again.

Giovanni had tried to show restraint by only taking her in the morning. At night, she’d been too exhausted for anything more. Since she’d taken things into her own hands, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She was like a drug he couldn’t stop taking.

Hearing her pleasured moans fill the gym, he felt her orgasm as it swept through her body. She even started to fuck against his thumb, wanting that in her ass as well, and he smiled.

Now, as he removed his thumb, he grabbed her hips and fucked her, pounding into her pussy. Their moans combined with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and echoed around the room. He was so close.

When he was about to come, he shoved his dick all the way inside her and came, filling her up. Only, this time, when he pulled back, he grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide.

“Giovanni, what are you doing?”

“Being fucking filthy,” he said.

“What?”

He stared between her legs. The lips of her sex were spread open. The pink clit was swollen, and then he looked at her entrance and smiled. His cum leaked out of her cunt, dripping onto the mat.

“Now that is a pretty sight,” he said. Staring up into her red face, he chuckled. “You didn’t marry a prince, baby.”

“I know.”

She lifted up, and he didn’t stop her as she went to her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And I don’t want a prince. I like you, Giovanni. I wouldn’t change you.”

“You don’t have a problem with me being filthy?”

“Not at all.” She sank her fingers into his hair. “I can feel you inside me,” she said.

“And I want you to be dirty with me, Valentina.”

He glided his hands down her ass, squeezing the curves. After sliding his hand back toward her pussy, he stroked across her clit. Then moved down toward her entrance and slid his fingers inside her. The sounds were wet as they echoed the room, and this time, he brought his fingers up and slowly pressed them on her lips. “Taste us.”

She flicked her tongue out, touching his finger. As he pushed inside her mouth, she looked at him as she sucked them clean.

Valentina was fucking perfect for him. She took him by surprise in everything. This woman was wasted on those fucking assholes back home.

He slid his hand back between her thighs, pumped inside her, and then placed his finger into her mouth. She sucked them right off, and he wanted to tell her right there and then, but she still wasn’t ready.

Not yet. He didn’t want to scare her away.

All of a sudden, she pressed him to the mat and hovered over him. “I win.”

He laughed, but as her lips started to trace down his body, he knew deep down inside, that with her by his side, he had won.

When she got to his length, he expected her to stop, but her hands wrapped around the base of his cock and she took him back into her mouth. Sitting up, he watched her work his length. Up and down she went, and he wasn’t happy with just her working his dick.

He nudged her shoulder and made her move so her pussy was over his face. Then he started to lick and suck at her cunt. He didn’t care that he’d come inside her moments before. He wanted her pussy because he was fucking addicted to this woman.

There was nothing he didn’t want to do to her.

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