Page 117 of My Dark Ever After

I waited until she started to roll her hips, shimmying the tight fabric down them and then turning to show me the way it caught under her ass, plumping the cheeks beautifully above the fabric.

“Sei la creatura più sensuale che abbia mai visto,” I praised. You are the most sensual creature I have ever seen. “Bend over and show me your sweet pussy.”

She let the collected fabric drop to the marble floor in a pool of white like fallen moonbeams. Left only in her gold high heels and a tiny strip of white lace bisecting her cheeks and covering her mound, she looked like an angel fallen into the dark underworld, a morsel for me to devour.

“Take them off,” I grunted, my civility sloughing off under the heat of the fire building between us.

She toyed with me, looking over her shoulder with her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she played a finger along the edge of the underwear. When she removed it, I could see how it glistened with her juices, and I groaned as she lifted it to her mouth to suck hard at the taste of herself.

“Sei deliziosa, vero?” I asked.

Delicious, isn’t it?

She hummed her agreement.

But I was done with the anticipation.

“Come here,” I said. I waited as she straightened and walked, slow as could be, between my legs.

Instead of pulling her into my lap, I snapped the side of her thong so the fabric fluttered to the floor and then lay back on the bench to tug her over my face. She gasped as I forced her to swing a leg over the bench so she was straddling me and then brought her pussy down to my mouth to feast.

She writhed on my tongue as I ate her ravenously. Already wet from the show of exhibitionism, Guinevere was swollen and ready to come in minutes. I kept her on the edge, thrumming her clit with my tongue and then fucking into her heat until her hands pulled my shirt out of my trousers and she carved her fingers into my abs.

“Raffa, please,” she cried out, grinding into my tongue.

“Come for me and Venus,” I told her before sucking her sweet clit into my mouth and humming around it.

She shattered so violently I had to clamp my hands over her thighs to keep her seated on my mouth. Her juices ran onto my tongue, nectar sweet.

She was still orgasming when I pushed her down my torso into my lap and sat up, swinging my legs over the bench so that we both faced Botticelli’s famous painting, Guinevere’s favorite artist and favorite work.

“You are more beautiful than the goddess of love could ever be,” I said as I slid my cock through her drenched folds and then shuttled her down my shaft.

She threw her head back onto my shoulder, arms going behind her head to grab at my hair.

“Spread them wider,” I demanded, and waited until she hooked her thighs over the outsides of mine, exposing herself to the room as if the painted audience was a real one. “Let them watch how well you take my cock in your little cunt.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, eyes squeezed shut as she started to shiver apart with pleasure.

I moved one hand from her breasts down her flat belly to her wet, throbbing clit and rolled it under my thumb.

That was all it took for her to crest like a wave over my dick. I held her still with my other hand as I fucked up into her spasming grasp, her cum flooding my shaft and dripping down my balls.

“That’s it,” I gritted out through my teeth. “That’s my good girl.”

Moments later, I found my own release, grunting as I filled her up with cum, unable to stop the fantasy of one day breeding her, stuffing her full of cum again and again until she was pregnant with our child. Even knowing she was on the birth control shot, the idea of doing so now was incendiary.

The climax tore me apart, an atom-by-atom explosion that robbed me of sight, breath, and thought for a pure moment of ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” Guinevere murmured, her voice a tether I followed back to earth.

She was slumped against my chest, head resting on my shoulder, nose tucked under my jaw, legs limp where they were splayed over mine.

I slid my hand over her belly and pressed there as I kissed her forehead.

“One day,” I muttered, still half drunk on my orgasm. “I am going to fuck you without protection or birth control, fill you to leaking every single day until you get pregnant with our child.”

A full-body shiver racked Guinevere’s body, and a breathy little gasp followed her pussy spasming around my softening length.