“Please teach me, marito,” I moan.
Without another word, he takes a step back. I feel the loss of his warm, strong body against mine like a living, breathing thing and I wonder how I already feel so close to him? How I already miss and want his touch.
My breath hitches when he lifts his hands, his fingers curling around my shoulder and he slowly spins me so that my back is against his chest. He gathers my hair and slips it over one shoulder, exposing my back to him.
“This dress was indecent, Pippa,” he murmurs.
I feel him take a few steps closer and close my eyes as soon as I can feel his radiant body heat. “I know,” I whisper.
His finger touches the base of my neck and slowly drags down my spine, stopping where my dress begins, just before the crack of my ass. I can’t hide the goosebumps that break out over my skin from his light touch.
Opening my eyes, I look out at the lights of Brooklyn, the water and then New York City on the other side. Massimo slowly begins to unbutton my dress, so slowly that my nipples pebble, then ache, with anticipation of what’s to come.
He lowers his head, his hair brushing my neck as his lips touch my shoulder. His hands move to the shoulder of my dress. He slips the arms down my shoulders and my entire dress falls into a delicious nude pile of tulle at my feet.
Wearing only my nude thong panties and blue shoes, I stand in front of the glass, my reflection almost too bright, staring back at me. I watch as Massimo lifts his eyes, he takes in my body through the reflection, but doesn’t touch me, except to lick my shoulder, tasting me before he lifts his head.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Pippa. Better than I’ve imagined,” he rasps.
I’m frozen in my spot, my body trembling as I wait for what is about to come. “Turn around,” he gently demands as he takes a step back from me.
Slowly, I spin in my spot, my eyes focused on my shoes. “Let me see your beautiful blue eyes, dolcezza,” he murmurs.
Lifting my gaze, I find his liquid black eyes with my own. He lifts his hand, reaching out to me. I don’t move. His index finger extends and he circles one of my nipples. I gasp, unused to the foreign touch. Massimo’s lips twitch and he nods his head once.
“Breathtaking, Pippa. Absolutely beautiful.”
Pressing my lips together, I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of what to do next. He slides his hand down my body, wrapping his warm hand around my waist. He tugs me close to him, pulling me completely off balance.
Lifting my hands, I press my palms against his chest. The fabric of his suit is rough against my bare breasts. Tipping my head back, I look up into his eyes. He drops his chin, his mouth close to mine, almost touching it, but he doesn’t.
“I’m going to make you mine now, Pippa. I’m your husband now. No other person on earth will know you the way that I do.”
Licking my lips, I brush my lips against his. “And no other person on earth will know you the way that I do, Massimo,” I say.
My voice is shaky and I don’t miss the flash of something unreadable in his gaze. He doesn’t agree with me. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips crash against my own and he does exactly as he said he would. He owns me. In just one kiss, I am completely lost to this man.
MASSIMO
The animal inside of me wants to fuck her against the wall of windows that is behind her. The man inside knows that she’s innocent and that isn’t the way I should take my virgin wife the first time. I will fuck her against that window before we leave this hotel, it just won’t be tonight.
“Do you have something you need to change into?” I ask, knowing for some asinine reason that women do those things.
She nods, her big blue eyes lifting to meet mine. “Lenora bought me something,” she whispers.
I snort. Of course, Lenora gave her lingerie. She owns the most popular lingerie shop in the East Village. I’m impatient to have Pippa, but not so impatient that I can’t wait for her to wrap my present in pretty packaging.
“I’ll just get a few things from the living room that I forgot, give you a few minutes,” I murmur as I take a step back.
Turning my back to her, I adjust my hard cock before I take a couple of steps toward the door.
“Massimo,” Pippa’s sweet voice calls.
I pause, looking over my shoulder at her. She’s standing in the middle of the room wearing only a pair of nude panties and blue high heels. She’s still got a short veil hanging from her hair. Her makeup perfect, her white teeth nervously worrying her bottom lip.
“Pippa?” I ask when she doesn’t answer me immediately.
She nods, then releases her hold on her lip. “You don’t have to give me time. I can wear it all another day.”
I shake my head slowly, biting back the groan. My wife wants me. “No, dolcezza. Take a little time,” I gently urge.
She nods her head once, “Okay,” she whispers.
Turning away from her, I walk away before I’m too tempted to turn back and fuck her within an inch of her life like I want to do. Jogging down the steps, I frown when I feel my cell phone buzz in my pocket.
Noticing the name on the screen, I slide my thumb across and hold it to my ear. “Hello?” I bark as I walk over to the small fridge.
There is a bottle of champagne, just as I requested, waiting for me along with two chilled flutes.
“Got a problem,” Luca says on the other end of the line.
“Between my wedding reception and now, there’s a problem?” I ask as I balance my phone on my shoulder with my ear and reach for the champagne bottle.
Luca clears his throat. “Gallo went to the cops,” he murmurs. “Well, someone in his house did.”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
Setting the bottle down on the counter, I reach for the flutes and set them on the counter next to it. Slowly, I begin to pour the champagne. Pippa is so fucking nervous her entire body trembled just from my kiss. If she doesn’t loosen up, I’m going to hurt her when I take her virginity.
“My contact in the department called me. Apparently, they got him when they called. Thank fuck. No report was made, but the fact that they even went there.”
“No fuckin’ shit,” I snap.
Clearing my throat, I look back at the stairs that lead to my new wife, then close my eyes as I turn back to the champagne. “Give me a couple hours. I’ll text you when I’m on my way. You know where he lives?”
“I do,” Luca confirms.
“Wait for my text,” I say.
“Boss, I can take care of this for you,” he offers.
Shaking my head, I know that he can’t see me, so I decide to speak. “No, I went to him personally. I gave him an extension because he gave me some bullshit excuse about his wife spending all their money on his daughter. He halfway threatened to call the cops, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He fucked with my generosity. I can’t have that.”
“I’ll wait for your text. Want me to pick you up?”
Fuck. I don’t have a car here. “Come by in two hours. Wait outside, I’ll be there,” I say.
There’s a moment of silence. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
Luca sounds like he’d rather be anywhere else but at the lobby of this hotel in two hours. It doesn’t matter. This is his territory, this is his shit too. We’ll take care of it together since Gallo fucked with us both.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I reach for the bottle with one hand and the flutes with the other. Hopefully it’s been long enough that Pippa is dressed in whatever little sexy number Lenora gifted her.
Taking my time, I walk up the staircase that will lead me to heaven. That’s exactly what Pippa is too. She’s a piece of heaven on earth that I do not deserve. I’ll never deserve the gift of her untouched body all for myself.
I’ll never be good enough for her, to be hers, to own her. That doesn’t mean that I’m not going to take her. I am. I don’t deserve her, but I’m not fucking stupid.
Chapter Eleven
Walking into the bedroom, I’m surprised to see that the dress that was in a pile on the floor when I left, is now hanging from the closet doorjamb on a hanger. The blue shoes that Pippa was wearing are on the floor next to the dress and the veil is draped over the shoulder of the dress.
Setting the bottle down on the dresser, I pour each glass full of bubbly liquid. Then I toe off my shoes before I slip off my socks. Shrugging off my jacket, I drape it on the chair in the corner, kicking my shoes beneath it.
Taking off my tie, I toss it on the chair, then go about untucking and unbuttoning my shirt, leaving it open just as the bathroom door opens.
Lifting my eyes, I look toward the door. There she is. Pippa stands wearing a white slip of see-through fabric. It’s spaghetti strapped and fits her curves perfectly to just her mid-thigh.
It has a deep V in front with some lace that covers her tits, but I can see her deep rosy nipples through the delicate fabric. She’s wearing lacy white panties that cover her pussy. Licking my lips, I decide that I need to taste all of her tonight.
“Massimo?” she asks, shifting from foot to foot.
Lifting my eyes up to meet hers, I smile. She’s taken her makeup off, her hair is brushed and soft curls fall around her elbows. She looks fresh and beautiful. She looks like mine.
“Perfection, dolcezza,” I rasp.
Picking up the glasses from the dresser, I slowly make my way toward her. She wraps her fingers around the glass, almost a bit too tight and eager. She’s nervous. I can’t relate, I was excited to finally fuck. The whore I paid was excellent and I kept going back to her, eager to learn and experiment.
I watch as she gulps down half of the glass in one swallow. Chuckling, I down mine, then turn away from her to grab the bottle. She obviously needs a refill. Setting my glass down on the dresser, I pick up the bottle. Turning around, I smile at the sight of her.
She’s no longer standing at the entrance to the bathroom. Instead, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her small body trembling with nervousness. I take a couple of steps toward her, filling her now empty glass one more time.
“Don’t be nervous, Pippa. There’s no reason to be,” I say, keeping my tone even.
She nods, her eyes pointed down to her lap. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet my own. She lifts the glass to her lips again and sucks the liquid down just as quickly as she did the first time.
“As nervous as I am, can I just say that I’m relieved that you agreed to this? That Arlo offered this?”
Sinking down in front of her. I fill her glass for the third time, then reach over and set the bottle down on the nightstand. Crouched down on my haunches, I wrap my hands around her thighs and give her a gentle squeeze.
“You should not feel lucky or relieved. That is all me, Pippa. You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of. Having you, it’s more than I deserve.”
She shakes her head. “Being your wife… I couldn’t have ever imagined that this would have happened two weeks ago when I walked into Arlo’s office and offered my virginity for auction.”
“Drink. No more talking,” I grunt.
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head as my hands slip between her thighs. I apply pressure and slowly spread her legs. She gasps, but I don’t pay her any mind. Instead, I lower my head and touch my mouth to the inside of her knee.
Pushing her legs farther apart, I kiss up the inside of her thigh until I reach the apex. I stop there, lifting my gaze to meet hers. She’s downed her third glass of champagne and her glassy eyes are looking down at me.
“Massimo,” she whispers.
My lips brush against her lace-covered center, then I shift down to the opposite knee and kiss up that thigh until I reach the apex. Sliding my hand up, I hook my finger at the center of her panties and shift them to the side.
The champagne flute falls to the floor with a soft thud, then rolls away from us just as I lean forward and touch my lips to her pussy. Pippa gasps, then to my surprise, she spreads her legs farther apart.
Flattening my tongue, I taste her entire center, swirling around her clit. Her thighs shake as I do it a second time. Her noises and whimpers spur me onward. I want to make her fall apart against my mouth. I want to feel her pussy flutter against my tongue and taste her cum.
“Massimo,” she cries before she timidly slides her fingers through my hair. She grips me, gently tugging my face closer to her cunt.
Flicking my gaze up to her, I shift my attention to her clit, then slip one finger inside of her. Her hips jerk as she gasps. Her eyes are wide, the look of surprise is so clear on her face that I can’t look away. I have to watch her, have to see her come. It’s a need.
“I feel it,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop,” she begs.
Moaning against her clit, I curl my finger inside of her. She couldn’t make me stop right now, nothing could. I continue, moving my tongue faster, my finger fucking her, feeling her pussy flutter around it. She’s so close, so achingly close.
Her fingers grip my hair tighter and then her entire body stills. She lets out a small cry as her release floods my tongue. Then, slowly her muscles begin to melt and her lips curve up into a small smile.
Turning to her thigh, I brush my lips against her skin as I slowly slip my finger from inside of her. She’s tight, I know I’m going to hurt her, but my cock aches so goddamn bad, I’m finding it hard to truly care too much about that as each second ticks by.
Standing, I reach for her and gently tug her from the edge of the bed. Sliding my hands up her hips, I grasp her delicate panties and rip the sides, watching as they fall to the floor in pieces. She moans but doesn’t try to scold me for ruining the fabric.
Curling my fingers in the hem of the nightie, I wrench it up her body before tossing it to the floor at our feet. Dipping my chin, I wrap my lips around her nipple, my eyes still focused on hers as I suck on her sweet bud.
Pippa arches her back, her body craving more of me, more of what I can give her—more of what only I can give her.
Reaching down to her ass, I squeeze her flesh before my hands curl around the backs of her thighs. Releasing my mouth from her nipple, I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I guide her closer to the bed.
With her holding on to me, I sink my knees into the mattress, turning us so that I can lay her down against the pillows. I’m thankful the maids turned down the bedding so that we’re not on the comforter, something I would have serious reservations about, they are so fucking filthy usually.
Once she’s lying down, I shift back and continue undressing. Shrugging my shirt off, I toss it to the floor behind me before I start to remove my pants. Shoving them down my legs, I shift to sitting on the edge of the bed and finish taking them off along with my boxer briefs.
“Massimo?” Pippa asks.
Turning my head to look at her, I clear my throat as I make my way toward her, climbing toward her side and lying against her. She shifts her gaze to look at me, her eyes wide and full of question.
“Pippa?”
She shakes her head then clears her throat. “I’m not on birth control, you don’t have a condom, do you?” she asks shakily.
Smiling, I lean forward slightly. Touching my mouth to the underside of her jaw, my lips travel down the side of her neck until I reach her collarbone. My fingers dance up the side of her thigh and her waist until I reach her breast.
Taking a handful of her tit in my grip, I squeeze her flesh. She lets out a whimper, then a moan when I tweak her nipple. My lips move to hers, hover just above them, feeling their softness against my own.
“We don’t need one, dolcezza. You’re my wife. If a baby comes to us, then a baby comes. I’m almost thirty years old. I finally have the woman I want. I would love a family with you.”
“You don’t know me and I don’t know you,” she whispers.
Her words immediately piss me off. I try not to react, knowing that if I do, it will be our first f
ight and I’m not ready for that yet. I ache too fucking badly to be inside of her to fight right now.
“You have a lifetime to get to know me. We’re married and you know as well as I do that this is a commitment for life, Pippa.”
Shifting my body above hers, she opens her thighs for me. I don’t make a move to slip inside of her yet, knowing that she needs to be prepared to accept me. Shifting my hand between us, my fingers swirl around her clit.
Lowering my face, I play with her sweet pussy, sliding my fingers through her folds, then rubbing circles against her clit over and over until her body begins to relax and those sweet sounds escape her lips again.
Touching my mouth to hers, I slip my tongue inside of her mouth and I taste her. Pippa arches her back, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest as she lifts her hips, needing more from my fingers.
Moving my hands out of the way, I align my cock with her center. Continuing to kiss her, without warning, I gently guide myself inside of her tight cunt.
Her body tenses and a whimper escapes. I swallow the sound, continuing to sink deeper inside of her body without stopping, not even when I feel her barrier. I push past it, swallowing her cry of pain.
Lifting my head, I break the kiss as I look into her wet eyes. Tears are streaming down her temples and onto the pillow. This moment, it feels bigger than anything that I’ve ever experienced in my life. I don’t know why, but this feels fucking gigantic.
“Lift your legs, wrap them around my back, dolcezza,” I urge. She does and I groan as I sink fully inside of her. “You feel amazing, Pippa. The best feeling in the whole fucking world. I imagine this is what heaven feels like,” I whisper.
PIPPA
The pain subsides slightly, though it’s still there between my legs where Massimo moves. His hips roll, his pelvis grinding against my clit, causing me to gasp with each stroke. Lifting my legs higher, I arch my neck and let out a breath as he continues to take me.
His mouth touches my exposed neck. “You’re so beautiful, dolcezza,” he rasps against my skin. “So tight. So perfect. So, mine,” he murmurs over and over as his speed begins to increase.
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