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Story: Own Me
Her heart pounded against her chest as he suddenly swept her off her feet, and she already felt close to losing consciousness by the time he was laying her gently down on his massive bed.
"I love you, Ysabel."
The tenderness underscoring his words was just too much, and she could only choke out a reply. "I love you, Massimo.So, so much."
And then there was nothing else for her to say, with his lips raining her face with kisses before slowly moving down to the side of her neck.
Her arms went around his neck as her body arched up against his, and a moan slipped past her lips as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
"You're so gloriously beautiful, Ysabel..."
He saw the way she teared up at the words, and he knew it was because a part of her was still unused to hearing such things from him. How could she, when for five long years he had treated her with aloof contempt and disapproval?
All he could do now was worship her with his mouth, his lips closing around one nipple as his fingers carefully kneaded one pale globe. He suckled her nipple gently at first, and then more deeply and passionately, until she was gripping his head and whimpering his name.
Ysabel was out of her mind with desire by the time he slowly parted her legs open, and all she could do was shudder and moan when he tore her panties off her body with one quick yank. The savage gesture thrilled and frightened her, but as he positioned himself between her legs and loomed over her, his dark gaze filled with love and need—-
"I love you, Mas. I love you. I love you."
She just couldn't help it. After so many years of having to deny her feelings even to herself, there were times when she justwanted to savor the freedom she now enjoyed. She wanted to tell him again and again and again, and oh, the way he always looked at her with such fierce possessiveness every time she told him she loved him—-
"You are my life, Ysabel,"Massimo said roughly. "My love. My everything."
Not even Ysabel could have imagined Massimo being able to say such words, and all she could do was cry as she heard them...and cry some more when she finally felt the head of his manhood slowly rub against her swollen folds.
He was so, so big.Toobig, really, that she ended up digging her nails into the muscular panes of his back as he slowly penetrated her virginal pussy, inch by careful inch. She couldn't stop herself from clawing his back as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive length and girth, andaaaaaaah...
She had known losing her virginity could hurt, but oh, this pain...it was as excruciating as it was beautiful, knowing that the only man she had ever loved would also be the only man who would possess every inch of her body.
Finally, finally, finally, she was his...
A growl ripped out of his throat as soon as he started thrusting hard and fast inside of his wife's body.This, dammit.This was how he had imagined it from the moment he first saw her.Thiswas how it should be and would always be, when two people loved each other, andfuuuuuuuck...
He tried, dammit.
He tried so damn hard to be gentle, but when he saw her look up at him, her eyes subconsciously begging him to fuck her as hard as hewanted—-
Ysabel could only gasp and shudder as Massimo suddenly pulled out...just before flipping her around and pulling her up on all fours.
"Massimo!"
She couldn't stop herself from crying his name out as he pounded into her from behind.
Yes, yes, yes.
She could only sob the words out. It still didn't feel real, just didn't feel real at all to have Massimo love her like this andknowthat this was no longer forbidden. Instead, this was right. This was fated. This was her and Massimo loving each other, andoh, oh, oh Mas!
They came at the same time, with Ysabel crying his name out one last time while he groaned out hers. She clung to him as a massive tidal wave of pleasure washed over her shuddering body, and she could only sob as Massimo didn't stop thrusting hard and fast into her even as his cock filled her pussy with his cum.
IT WAS A LONG-STANDINGtradition for every Marchetti bride to join the entirefamigliafor breakfast the morning after her wedding, but what wasnotcustomary at all was for an outsider to join them on such an occasion.
A crafty smile flashed overLa Strega'slips when she saw how everyone was struggling to hide their surprise at seeing Cattleya seated on her right.
"I have an announcement to make, and now seems a good time as any to make it."
Giancarlo's expression turned impassive at the way his ownfidanzatastiffened at his grandmother's words.
"But before anything else, I would like to welcome the newest member of ourfamigliaonce again." Potenziana smiled warmly at her newest granddaughter-in-law. "Thank you for making do with my grandson,bambina."
"I love you, Ysabel."
The tenderness underscoring his words was just too much, and she could only choke out a reply. "I love you, Massimo.So, so much."
And then there was nothing else for her to say, with his lips raining her face with kisses before slowly moving down to the side of her neck.
Her arms went around his neck as her body arched up against his, and a moan slipped past her lips as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
"You're so gloriously beautiful, Ysabel..."
He saw the way she teared up at the words, and he knew it was because a part of her was still unused to hearing such things from him. How could she, when for five long years he had treated her with aloof contempt and disapproval?
All he could do now was worship her with his mouth, his lips closing around one nipple as his fingers carefully kneaded one pale globe. He suckled her nipple gently at first, and then more deeply and passionately, until she was gripping his head and whimpering his name.
Ysabel was out of her mind with desire by the time he slowly parted her legs open, and all she could do was shudder and moan when he tore her panties off her body with one quick yank. The savage gesture thrilled and frightened her, but as he positioned himself between her legs and loomed over her, his dark gaze filled with love and need—-
"I love you, Mas. I love you. I love you."
She just couldn't help it. After so many years of having to deny her feelings even to herself, there were times when she justwanted to savor the freedom she now enjoyed. She wanted to tell him again and again and again, and oh, the way he always looked at her with such fierce possessiveness every time she told him she loved him—-
"You are my life, Ysabel,"Massimo said roughly. "My love. My everything."
Not even Ysabel could have imagined Massimo being able to say such words, and all she could do was cry as she heard them...and cry some more when she finally felt the head of his manhood slowly rub against her swollen folds.
He was so, so big.Toobig, really, that she ended up digging her nails into the muscular panes of his back as he slowly penetrated her virginal pussy, inch by careful inch. She couldn't stop herself from clawing his back as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive length and girth, andaaaaaaah...
She had known losing her virginity could hurt, but oh, this pain...it was as excruciating as it was beautiful, knowing that the only man she had ever loved would also be the only man who would possess every inch of her body.
Finally, finally, finally, she was his...
A growl ripped out of his throat as soon as he started thrusting hard and fast inside of his wife's body.This, dammit.This was how he had imagined it from the moment he first saw her.Thiswas how it should be and would always be, when two people loved each other, andfuuuuuuuck...
He tried, dammit.
He tried so damn hard to be gentle, but when he saw her look up at him, her eyes subconsciously begging him to fuck her as hard as hewanted—-
Ysabel could only gasp and shudder as Massimo suddenly pulled out...just before flipping her around and pulling her up on all fours.
"Massimo!"
She couldn't stop herself from crying his name out as he pounded into her from behind.
Yes, yes, yes.
She could only sob the words out. It still didn't feel real, just didn't feel real at all to have Massimo love her like this andknowthat this was no longer forbidden. Instead, this was right. This was fated. This was her and Massimo loving each other, andoh, oh, oh Mas!
They came at the same time, with Ysabel crying his name out one last time while he groaned out hers. She clung to him as a massive tidal wave of pleasure washed over her shuddering body, and she could only sob as Massimo didn't stop thrusting hard and fast into her even as his cock filled her pussy with his cum.
IT WAS A LONG-STANDINGtradition for every Marchetti bride to join the entirefamigliafor breakfast the morning after her wedding, but what wasnotcustomary at all was for an outsider to join them on such an occasion.
A crafty smile flashed overLa Strega'slips when she saw how everyone was struggling to hide their surprise at seeing Cattleya seated on her right.
"I have an announcement to make, and now seems a good time as any to make it."
Giancarlo's expression turned impassive at the way his ownfidanzatastiffened at his grandmother's words.
"But before anything else, I would like to welcome the newest member of ourfamigliaonce again." Potenziana smiled warmly at her newest granddaughter-in-law. "Thank you for making do with my grandson,bambina."
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