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“Why do Iburnfor you?” Niccolò continued musing. It was a testament to his vast intelligence that he was still capable of rational thoughts while he was plowing me hard. All I could think wasmore, faster, deeper, harder, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, fuckity fuck fuck.

When he moved one hand forward to stroke my dick, I exploded all over his fist and my stomach with a sharp cry of his name.

He brought his hand to his mouth and licked some of my cum off it while holding my gaze. “Delicious,” he purred, just before he came inside me.

The sensation of his cum spurting within me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was a deeply intimate moment, considering our animalistic fucking that had led to it. Being filled with his cum made me feel like he had marked me as his, and my god, did I want to be his in every sense of the word.

He pulled out of me, making me groan at the loss. But it allowed me to feel his cum and lube spilling out, which gave me a phantom second orgasm. His release gushing out of me as my muscles clenched was a new kink unlocked.

When he shifted my position to lean against the counter, it freed him to touch the mess he had made. “Debauched is a good look on you, my darling,” he murmured, then pushed more of his cum back into me.

I squirmed as he finger-fucked me, overwhelmed by the feeling of him sliding in the evidence of his pleasure that remained inside me. “It makes me feel like yours,” I whispered without meaning to.

They were terrifying words I hadn’t meant to say, but now that they were out there, I couldn’t take them back. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to.

ChapterNine

Niccolò

Adler’s confession that being marked by my cum made him feel like he was mine should have triggered my instincts to put on the brakes. I had always had a fear of commitment and being tied down, so his words should have doused me with cold water and instantly turned me off like they normally did with everyone else I had ever been with who had dared to dream we could be something more than fuck buddies.

But my dick was valiantly trying to rally for another round, as if I were a horny teenager again instead of in my early forties.Why?

“Is that what you want?” I asked as I continued working Adler’s hole with my fingers. “To belong to me?”

It was such a dangerous question—one that had certainly sent me running from other partners in the past who had tried to stake their claim on me. I held my breath, waiting, and perhaps evenwantinghim to tell me yes.

He stalled rather than directly answer. “I know you value your freedom.”

“That’s not what I asked you,” I said, letting my fingers pull almost all the way out of him in punishment.

His body moved against me to force me deeper again. I was powerless to resist the call, especially as teasing him back to full arousal was having the same effect on me. It was like he was an aphrodisiac that I couldn’t get enough of indulging.

“I’m trying really hard to play this cool and not ruin the moment,” he groaned, even as his hips rocked against my fingers with growing urgency. “Please don’t make me fuck this up. I don’t want to live the rest of my life regretting running my mouth off.”

“What if your answer doesn’t ruin the moment?” I asked, shocking myself. “What if it’s what makes it right?”

He snorted derisively. “If I tell you I want to be your husband, you’ll run out my door and never look back.” I didn’t like the self-conscious fear encroaching on his pleasure. “I wouldn’t blame you in the least.”

It shouldn’t have surprised me at that point that his answer caught me off guard. “You’re skipping the boyfriend stage and going straight to eloping to be my husband?” His audacity impressed me.

He shrugged and remained silent until I caressed the spot inside him that made him jerk beneath my touch at the sudden flash of pleasure.

“What’s the point of being shy now?” I asked, my fingers ceaselessly moving inside him. Despite the turmoil, his erection returned to full strength, thanks to his youthful vigor. “Being meek doesn’t suit you, my darling. Not in the least.”

His muscles tightened around my fingers in response to the term of endearment.Interesting.

He crossed his arms as he glared at me, but his flushed cheeks ruined his petulant pout.

I didn’t understand my compulsion to push him into confessing something I normally hated to hear. But I pulled my fingers out to punish his silence, earning me the cutest snarl of protest. “Explain, or you’ll be taking care of this,” I said, running my fingers along his renewed arousal, “by yourself.”

“You’ll make me do that anyway when you don’t like what I have to say,” he complained.

I stroked my dick, trying to encourage it back to full hardness. “Something tells me I’ll like it more than either of us expects.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

That was the same question that kept echoing through me. Why was I so drawn to Adler? Why did he fill me with the urge to make him mine when that had never appealed to me before? Why did the thought of another man touching Adler make me want to rip him limb from limb when he didn’t even exist? Why did Adler stir such possessive feelings within me? Why wasn’t I scared of what I was feeling for him? Why was I feeling anything about him at all? Why, why, fuckingwhy?