Page 121 of Dark Breaker

He buries his head between my legs and I gasp all over again. His tongue is concentrating on my clit now, sucking, licking. He shoves two fingers inside me and I feel the pleasure triple. He moves his fingers in and out, curling them inside me at the same time.

The sensations are almost too much… I arch my back against the window behind me, and spread out my arms, pressing my palms flat against the cold glass.

And then I’m shuddering, my pussy vibrating against his hand and face. My shoulder blades knock repeatedly against the window behind me.

When I’m finished, I glance adoringly at Fabio in the dim light. I’m about to ask him if I can suck his beautiful cock when he lifts me up again. He carries me off the couch and turns me around. He shoves me forward so that I have to brace myself with my arms, my hands pressing against the floor-to-ceiling window in front of me.

I can see the city skyline extending before me, the buildings lit up against the night. I doubt anyone can see us, considering how dim the room lights are. Not that I care: let the world watch as my husband pleasures me.

Fabio enters me from behind and I tremble. My hands slip against the glass ever so slightly. He begins pounding me, and I hear the rhythmic slapping of his balls and lower abs against my ass.

“Fuuuuck,” I say.

While dim, there’s still enough light coming from the room that I can see our reflections in the glass. I look at his face. His jaw is clenched, his eyes consumed with need.

“Rosa Rosa Rosa,” he says.

I let out a long moan in reply. That moan shifts in pitch with each of his thrusts. It’s turning me the fuck on. I can already feel myself halfway there.

Fabio stops, then turns me around so that my back is pressed up against the glass now. He lifts me into the air and pins me in place. I curl my legs around his muscular butt and wrap my arms around his thick lats, and squeeze tight.

Fabio hammers me from the front now. He gazes down at me with such desire in his eyes. Such sheer want.

He leans forward, presses his lips against mine. He tastes salty and sweet. His musky smell envelopes me.

He pulls back, nibbling at my upper lip, causing me to groan between gasps. He kisses my chin, but gets a little too close to my swollen cheek and I feel a stab of pain.

“Ow,” I say.

He immediately shifts his mouth lower, realizing his mistake, but I’ve already forgotten the pain. It only makes the pleasure seem all the more intense.

I’m bobbing my hips up and down in time to his thrusts, getting close to cumming.

His thrusts become sporadic. He moves in, then out, slowly, powerfully. In. Out. I realize he’s cumming but trying to keep going.

He moans in ecstasy and that sends me over the edge. My pussy seizes, clamping around his thick cock, and we both ride over the edge together.

Afterward, I release Fabio and he lowers me back to the floor, then leads me by the hand to the kitchen. He turns on the lights, dimming them low, and let’s go of me to grab a cloth. His muscular body glides toward the fridge, and I watch as his back muscles flex when he presses the ice button. He fills the cloth with three ice cubes and gives them to me. I touch it to my swollen cheek.

I continue to admire his hot, inked body as he makes another cold compress for himself and similarly holds it to his bruised face. I’m just staring at that chest of his, eating it up with my eyes, hardly able to believe I have such a beautiful specimen of a man as my husband. I try not to look at his cock for too long, because it will only make me want to fuck him all over again. My cunt is already getting sore from all the sessions we’ve had. Not that I’m complaining.

I remember my brothers and feel a stab of guilt for fucking my brains out while they’re spending the night suffering in the Jackal’s den. Oh well, all I can hope is that they’ll be released tomorrow, like Fabio promised. And if not, there will be hell to pay.

Fabio goes into the hall to fetch his phone from his suit jacket, which lies discarded on the floor. He comes back in, and from his finger gestures it looks like he’s browsing the web or something.

“New model?” I ask.

He nods. “Jackal smashed my old phone.” He abruptly frowns.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I was going to book our honeymoon. But I can’t. Not while your brothers are still prisoners. And my brother, too.”

I nod. “I agree. Let’s hold off until tomorrow, when we have them back.”

“Sorry again for not telling you they were missing,” he says. “It slipped my mind. I was so happy to have you back, I forgot about everything. And then when I did remember, after Angela called, I didn’t want to spoil your mood. You were so happy to be back. I didn’t want to crush your feelings again, send you back down the rollercoaster.”

I nod, and he sets his phone aside. He stands behind the counter so I can’t see his lower body anymore. That’s kinda good. It was a bit distracting.