My lips descend on her throat. “By making you scream my name so loud the sound stays embedded in the walls forever.”
“That’s a big challenge. You sure you’re up for it?”
I take a step backwards. “You think I’m not?”
“I don’t know. You are older and all.” She smiles up at me.
“Strip. Right now, Antonia.” My voice is hard. I remove my jacket and start undoing the buttons on my shirt. She thinks I’m too old to make her scream. I’m going to prove her wrong.
Instead of following my orders, Antonia decides she’s the one in charge here as she drops to her knees in front of me. She undoes my belt, then my pants, before her hand reaches into my boxers and frees my cock. Her tongue darts out, licking across her lips.
“It’s only fair that I make you scream too,” she says right before her mouth closes over the tip.
“Fuck.” My hand tangles in her hair, pulling it away from her face. I want to watch the way her mouth stretches around me as she takes me all the way in.
Antonia slides back up to the tip. Her tongue circling before she slides back down my length. And I see fucking stars.
“Your mouth feels fucking sensational,” I tell her.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles around me, the vibrations running straight through my cock. When I reach the back of her throat, she fucking swallows.
Holy shit. That’s… not something she’s ever done before.
Well, not something she’s done when we were together. And that has me thinking about where she learned to do it and whoshe practiced on. My vision goes red. Whoever the fuck it was, I’m going to find them, and then I’m going to kill them. I don’t want another living soul knowing what my wife’s mouth or pussy feels like.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Something shifts in Carlo. He drags me upwards. His cock falls out of my mouth, and before I know it, he has me spun around and pushed up against the wall. One hand wraps around the front of my throat; his other is frantically tugging at my underwear until he’s satisfied they’re out of his way. His fingers push into my opening.
I’m already drenched. Let’s face it. I just have to look at my husband to be turned on.
“Is this for me?” Carlo grunts right next to my ear, his breath tickling my neck.
“Y-yes,” I manage to get out, my knees buckling as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of me. Until he withdraws them, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. But not for long.
Carlo quickly angles my hips away from the wall, while pushing the top half of my body harder against it. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. And then, with one hard thrust, he’s buried inside me.
“Ahh!” I scream, as a mix of pain and pleasure radiate through me.
“I’m going to fucking kill them all,” he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
His words shouldn’t have the effect on me that they do. I definitely should not be more turned on. But I just told him to kill my father. I’ve already earned my one-way ticket to hell. Maybe now it’s time to embrace this darkness. His darkness. I don’t even know who he’s talking about. I don’t care either. All I can focus on is the way his cock hits that magic spot every time he thrusts into me.
“Oh my god!” My cries, mixed with moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together, echo off the walls of the empty room.
“Not God. Me. Your husband,” Carlo says. “You are mine, Antonia. You are my wife.” His thrusts become harder. Faster and more vicious. I don’t know if he’s trying to convince me or himself.
“I’m yours,” I tell him, getting the feeling that’s exactly what he needs to hear right now. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, Carlo.”
“Fuck.” His hand reaches around the front of my body and those talented fingers of his find my clit.
My body stiffens as I chase the edge of my climax.
“I want you to soak my dick, Antonia. Come all over me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you like it fucking you.” He presses gentle kisses up and down the side of my neck, the gesture a stark contrast to the filthy words leaving his mouth. “When I kill them, I’ll bring you their balls in a jar,” he says.
My pussy clenches around him. My orgasm rushes over me. Fast. Intense. My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for Carlo holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the ground.
“Fuck yes!” he grits out as he pushes into me two more times, finding his own release.
