Page 53 of Forgive Me, Father

“Orecchio,” I kissed the shell.I moved to her earlobe and sucked.

She loved it.Squirmed and purred under my touch.

“Lobo dell'orecchio.”

She repeated the word and I nodded at her perfect pronunciation.

I was still hard for her and it drove me crazy, a frustration I couldn’t shake, because I had never felt this way with anyone before.

I had no idea what she was doing to me, and I struggled to understand it.

She repeated every word I taught her, absorbing it all.Slowly, she learned about all her body parts in Italian.

“How do you say,‘Fuck me’in Italian?”

“Fuck me?There are different ways to say that word.Depending on which way you mean it.The infliction.Like when you bump your toe, and you say fuck me.”

She laughed and shook her head.“You know exactly which fuck me I meant.”

“Scopami,” I whispered and the beast in me woke up.I kissed her lips and grabbed her leg, pulled it up toward her chest.She was so wet, and I absolutely loved every second of it.

“Your pussy is always wet and ready just for me, little runaway,” I groaned, rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness.

I pressed my cock inside of her and started to pump hard.The pace was slow, but the action was hard.I wanted to be deep inside her, to drown in who she was.Who she was becoming to me.

“So tight,” I groaned.“I didn’t know perfect pussy like this existed before I ripped through your innocence.”

She gasped at my dirty words, blushing as I filled her over and over with my thick cock.Her full, natural breasts bounced on her chest with each thrust and I couldn’t tear my gaze away even if I tried, the motion mesmerizing me.

It was excruciatingly delicious and I knew I was going to devour her.

“Sei Mio,” I spoke in Italian.

She gasped as I pushed hard into her again.

“Say it,” I grunted.“Sei Mio.”

“Sei Mio,” she replied.“What does it mean?”

“It means you are mine.”I fucked her faster, thrusting harder, and didn’t stop.Her complaints grew and curses slipped through her lips as she became wetter.The friction was heaven.I never experienced a pussy like hers before and I was proud that she was my wife.That she was mine and I was her first and only.

“Faster, don’t stop,” she begged.

I pulled her legs wider and rammed into her again and again and again.Our bodies slapped against each other as her screams filled up the room.

“Say my name!”I growled.

“Alfonso!Don’t fucking stop.Please!”she screamed.

“Good girl,” I praised her for taking direction like a master.

“I’m going to come,” she mewled.Sweat glistening all over her body as I took her deep.

“Come for me, baby, come hard.I want to feel your pussy pulsing around my cock.”

“English.Fuck, speak English.”

I chuckled as I kept fucking her brains out.She was crying with her euphoria.I was moving inside of her like a madman.