Page 34 of Bad Husband

He growled against her body, then his tongue dipped down, and he plunged inside her, fucking her. She clenched the sheet beneath her, trying to find anything that would ground her and keep her sane, but nothing seemed to work. She cried out his name, and he growled against her clit, dancing his tongue across the flesh. This was fire. It was magic. She screamed his name and it seemed to echo off the walls as it took her higher and higher to that peak.

At the sound of another zipper loosening, Chiara opened her eyes in time to see Marco completely naked. He had a hand wrapped around his cock, and he was working from the base up to the tip, and back down again. He moved between her thighs, and she reached for him.

She felt him at her entrance, and she cried out as he sunk inside her, just a few inches, but then he pressed her down to the bed and put his hands on her shoulders. She arched up to meet him, and he gripped her shoulders and plunged inside her.

Chiara cried out as he sunk every inch inside her. He didn’t hold back. She moaned his name.

Finally, he started to fuck her, and she thrust up to meet him as he held her in place. At the same time, he took possession of her lips, and she felt like she was going out of her mind with the pleasure. If felt so good, and she didn’t want it to stop.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he made love to her. Marco changed it up, from making love to cold, hard fucking, then slowing down. Chiara felt the change within him as he reached his own peak, and she held him as he came apart. He tensed up inside her, and then he went right over the edge of that peak.

She didn’t want to let him go.

Marco collapsed against her, and then he pulled back just a little to look at her.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Perfect, because I’m with you, and that means everything is perfect.” And he leaned in close to kiss her.

Chapter Twelve

Chiara giggled as he picked her up in his arms and took her straight to the bed. The storm hadn’t passed yet, and his own trailer was still on its side. They’d made love all through the night, only stopping to take the dogs out for a quick walk and bathroom break.

None of the dogs wanted to stay out in the cold and wind, so they ran around, took care of business quickly, and were back in Chiara’s trailer in less than twenty minutes. He was not used to their dogs being that efficient.

The bonus was, he got to get Chiara naked again. Rosemary had already called to let them know the diner was closed until the storm passed. Most of the town was on lockdown and alert. There was no point in people opening when it was too windy and cold.

He and Chiara were getting the chance to become reacquainted, and he loved touching her again. With Chiara on her knees in front of him, he cupped her between the thighs, sliding a single finger in deep inside her. She rocked back against him, and with his other hand, he worked from the base of his cock right up to the tip.

He watched Chiara’s shapely ass as she wriggled on his hand. He was too distracted by the shape and wriggle of the curves that he didn’t immediately notice she pulled away. Within seconds, she was on her knees before him.

“Chiara?”

She silenced any question out of him by wrapping her hand around his, then kissing the tip of his cock. Without another word, he was completely silent as well, as he didn’t know how best to proceed as she took his cock into her mouth and began to start working her mouth over him. He gritted his teeth and moaned as she took him to the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck me, Chiara.”

She bobbed her head on his cock, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes for just a second, and that was to be able to gain some composure because the truth was, he felt like he was fucking losing his mind. The pleasure was intense. He didn’t want it to stop.

And then, she took him deep, to the point she was nearly gagging. He put his hands on his hips, and that was a difficult task because all he wanted to do was reach down and wrap his fingers in her hair. He gave her a chance to become accustomed to what she was doing—the way she worked her mouth over his length—and he counted to ten in his mind. That wasn’t enough, so he listened to the howling of the wind.

“Babe, fuck me,” he said. “I’m not going to last.”

Marco pulled her off his length and lifted her up, putting her back on her knees, only this time, he didn’t keep her in place with his hand. He slid his cock deep into her cunt, holding onto her hips. He held himself perfectly still within her, and that was difficult because her pussy pulsed around his length, and he knew it would be so easy to just lose control and come deep in her cunt.

Instead, he held himself back, and just counted to ten, then to twenty. Finally, when he wasn’t going to spill his seed into her waiting cunt, he let go of one of her hips, reached between her thighs, and started to work her clit. Back and forth, he rubbed at her bud, working her to that point of no return. He felt the change within her as she got closer, building higher and higher, until he tipped her tight over the edge and had her climaxing within minutes.

She cried out, his name echoing off the walls once again, and it was a sound he knew he could get used to. He wanted to get used to it.

Marco gave her several minutes to come down from her peak, and it was driving him crazy because all he wanted to do was pound every inch of his dick inside her. He didn’t want to stop, and when he didn’t think he could take it anymore, he grabbed her hips and started to pound inside her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room, and they moaned. Chiara pushed back against him, and he knew he was close. His orgasm built, and he finally went right over the edge of bliss, and he came, filling her cunt with his cum.

They hadn’t been using protection. Marco knew the risks, just as Chiara did.

Collapsing over her, he moved them back onto the bed, and Chiara pulled off his dick and spun around to face him.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sound was the whistling of the wind. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes. They had stolen his breath away the first moment he met her. Chiara had always been beautiful. He knew there were several men within the Bove Mafia who wanted her, but her father chose him.

Angelo told him his only task was to take care of her, and he took it seriously. At first, he didn’t have any feelings for this woman. He’d appreciated she hadn’t acted like a stupid girl. She’d been nice and polite. There had been no demands on his time either. To the outside world, it had been a business match. No one would have argued with it. Just a means to an end.