Chapter 28: Chapter 28

I sucked in a sharp breath. His random spouts of dirty talk always seemed to stun me. But they also spoke to a part of me that made my throat run dry and had my river flowing.

When I didn’t move, he quirked an eyebrow, his voice a deep baritone of his desire.

“What are you waiting for? This is your time to take control. Take me in. From the front…or the back.”

My eyes widened. “The back?”

His hand came to rest on my thigh as his teasing continued. “Cowgirl or reverse cowgirl? What naughty things are you thinking about?”

~Oh.~

Embarrassment gripped me. I almost had a heart attack thinking he was hinting at anal. I’d never done that before, so I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. However…if it was with Stefano…I was more than willing to try anything once.

“Do you have to be so…,” I mumbled, not sure how to end the sentence. The pulse that was nestled deep within me came alive at my thoughts. Stefano had always had a way with words, and I always seemed to eat them all up.

“Be so what? Charming?” He grabbed my arm and tugged me so that I fell on him.

I properly straddled his waist and placed my palms flat on his chest to stabilize myself. His hands cupped my ass and squeezed. A shudder ran through my body at the intensity of his gaze.

I felt empowered as I looked down on him, like I was the one calling the shots.

“Charming my ass,” I said with a chuckle. “You have a vulgar mouth, Mr. Roscotto.”

His lips tilted in a smile. “If I remember correctly, you love everything about my mouth. How it whispers in your ear…each flick of my tongue… Remember that time you got drunk and sang that you wanted me to treat your pussy like it was a piece of candy? A lollipop, if I’m remembering correctly.”

I winced and leaned forward to bury my face in his chest. Regret clung to me as the memory resurfaced. I had no idea what had come over me back then. I’d like to blame it on the copious amounts of alcohol I’d drunk that night, but in truth, I really enjoyed when he went down on me.

“Did you have to bring that up?” I grumbled.

I jumped in surprise as he smacked my ass before soothing his hands over the aching area.

“I want you to sing my name, amorina. Even better if you scream it.” I burned at his words, my stomach clenching in anticipation. He had to stop speaking, or I’d be too flustered to do anything.

Needing to take control of the situation, I grabbed his hands and pried them off my ass. I raised them above his head as I leaned forward with a coy smile.

“I don’t take orders from you right now. You take them from me.” I rolled my hips over his lap, my movements agonizingly slow. I wanted to torture him like he’d done so many times to me.

“Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow and playfully thrust his hips upward, threatening to buck me off him.

I squeezed his hands even tighter and leaned in to place a ghostlike kiss on his lips. “Don’t move,” I whispered. “I’ll do everything.”

His eyes twinkled as he looked up at me. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” I slid my hands under his shirt and explored his chest. My hands ran along his well-defined abs, and I watched his body shudder as I grazed my nail across his nipple.

“Amorina.” He spoke through a clenched jaw as he fought an inner war with himself. I knew he wanted to take control, to flip us over and pound into me.

Despite that, he kept his arms raised above him, letting me lead.

“Do you want something?” I asked sensually, glueing my lips to his neck and using my tongue to suck his skin into my mouth.

He swallowed a groan. “Stop playing with me and take your clothes off.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” I pulled back to wag my finger in his face. I moved my hips in slow circles, stimulating his already erect cock.

My breath came out in short pants, and when I couldn’t take the stimulation anymore, I leaned down until my breasts were flat on his chest. My lips captured the lobe of his ear, and I tugged it with my teeth, causing him to buck his hips.

“You don’t get to order me,” I murmured. “I’m in control.”

He groaned in frustration, and I took that as my signal to continue.

“You love dirty talk, don’t you? I’m going to take you into my throbbing pussy and spell your name. S-T-E-F-A-N-O. Would you like that?”

“Fuck, sì.”

I trailed my hands up his chest and tugged his shirt off, using it to bind his hands above his head. Stefano’s eyes never left me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

I tugged his pants down and reached in to pull out his pulsing cock. Precum oozed from the tip as I gripped it firmly and started pumping it with my hands.

Stefano tilted his head back and grunted.

My smile widened as I watched him squirm under me. My pussy pulsed in excitement, desperate to feel his length inside me.

But I forced myself to have patience. Stefano was giving me control, and I wanted to make use of every second of it.

My panties stuck to me, the fabric rubbing me in a way that sent shocks through my core. Yet I continued to firmly tug at him with my hands, lightly tracing his veins with my nails to stimulate him even more.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying this. I clutched one of my breasts in my hand, unable to stop the moan that escaped my mouth.

My tongue darted out to moisten my lips. “Do you want me to get you off with my boobs?”

They were a bit on the small side, but they were big enough to hold him. That, I was confident of.

Stefano’s eyes greedily followed my hand as I slid it beneath my shirt and found my nipple. One hand continued to pump him as the other tweaked and tugged my hardened pebble. I moaned at the sensation.

Stefano moved to grab me, seemingly losing his last string of restraint. I quickly grabbed his hands and placed them back above his head.

“No, no, no. ~I’m~ in charge. Stay.”

I slammed my lips against his to distract him, loving the way he melted into my touch. When I pulled away, I trailed feather-like kisses along his neck and down his chest. I teased him with my tongue and popped a nipple into my mouth, giving it a light nip.

His body shuddered under me.

“Amorina,” he murmured, “if you keep this up, I’m gonna make sure you’re sore for weeks.”

I chuckled but took his threat seriously. I had a game to win tomorrow. I could not let him take me out of commission.

I quickly stood and slipped out of my clothes, tossing them aside before I climbed back over him, this time lowering myself onto his rigid cock. My hand guided him inside me, his girth stretching me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned.

My body shuddered as I slowly sucked all of him in. Once he was balls deep, I lifted my hips, then slammed down in a desperate desire for more.

I braced my legs on either side of him and bounced, leaning forward so I could capture his lips with mine.

Our moans mixed on our tongues as I rode him. Impatient, Stefano’s hips thrust upward, causing me to wince at the slight pain it caused. The man was a fucking beast. His cock left me panting for breath as I felt him deep inside my stomach.

My arousal climbed as we rode the waves of pleasure. Even with my improved stamina, my legs still trembled with the force I exerted.

“Oh god!” I moaned, hanging my head back and scraping my nails along his chest.

“You’re driving me crazy.” Stefano suddenly sat up, growling as he flipped us over so that he was now on top.

In my lustful haze, I hadn’t noticed that he had freed his hands. My knees cried in relief, and I didn’t mind him taking over. Less work for me.

He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder, drilling his cock into me harder, faster.

His thrusts were wild and frantic. My breasts bounced as I arched my back and screamed his name.

“Right there. Oh, yes. Stefano!”

My toes curled as his cock pushed through my bundle of nerves and touched that spot that had me screaming in pleasure.

“Oh!” I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I lost it, cumming hard, my juices drowning him.

“Fuck!” He groaned, his body shaking with his release.

He rolled us over so that I was back on his chest, but he didn’t pull out of me. I lay my head on him and tried to stabilize my breathing as his fingers traced circles on my back.

“I’m a good husband, aren’t I? I fucked you so hard you squirted.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed in disbelief. “That’s the least you should do if you want me as your wife. Reward me in advance for tomorrow’s game.”

“Oh, really?”

I nodded. “Of course. I need a bit of stretching to get all the tension ou—oh!”

His sudden thrust had me gasping. I lifted my head to look at him.

He smirked. “Did that relax you a bit?”

I licked my lips and gave him a suggestive look. “Do it again and find out.”