Page 139 of Ruthless God

The afternoon light shone down to where I was lying on the bed, completely naked, and Massimo was between my legs.

Tremors moved through my middle when I felt his tongue against me once more.

He had been going at this for over thirty minutes now.

I had lost count of how many times I came, just that I was exhausted and delirious, and Massimo still wasn’t showing any sign of stopping soon. I pulled my arm away.

“Please,” I begged him.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, the teasing note in his voice driving me crazy.

“I…”

I shook my head. I didn’t know what I wanted. To come again? Or for him to stop?

I flexed my legs, trying to ease some of the sensation, but he hooked one of my knees around his forearm and pulled it up, spreading me out even further and spearing me with his tongue.

“Fuck!”

“Quiet,” Massimo shushed me. “You don’t want the boys to hear us and demand to be let in, do you?”

I shook my head. I loved my sons more than I had ever loved anything or anyone in this world, but sometimes… their presence could be so…intruding.

“Then be my good girl and keep quiet.”

I brought my arm back to my lips as Massimo continued his torture, building up the orgasm further and further and further and…

He added a finger inside me, fucking me with it slowly as his tongue swirled around my swollen clit, drawing out waves and waves of pleasure until I felt like I was being pulled under a strong current and held there. There wasn’t enough air around. My heart sped from the sensation alone, causing something that felt a lot like panic to crush at my chest.

I wiggled on the bed as Massimo doubled his effort, taking so much out of me that I didn’t know if there would be anything left at the end.

And then…

It felt like a bomb had gone off underwater, with me still in it. The sound was deafening with a destructive aftermath I wouldn’t have known how to repair, even if I wanted to.

Tears streamed down my face from the sensation as Massimo slowed the movement of his tongue but didn’t pull away.

A small orgasm followed, and by that point, I was just delirious.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“Look at you. Such a good girl for me, coming as much as you did,” Massimo praised, kissing his way up my body.

He rested his elbows on either side of me to keep his weight from crushing me. I closed my eyes and clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight. When I didn’t feel like I was still being held captive from my orgasms and could see him clearly, I opened my eyes to take him in.

The green of his eyes seemed more prominent from the sun then.

He had always been beautiful, but he had only gotten more refined with age. Forty-three looked good on him.

I cupped his cheek, letting my palm feel the softness of his full beard just as he turned his head and kissed my hand.

“I love you,” I said.

He opened his mouth but suddenly froze.

I frowned. “What?”

He pressed a finger against my lips. My ears strained for the noise Massimo obviously heard. It took me a moment to hear it too.