Page 187 of Sins of the Orchid

He swerved to the side of the road, then his hands dug into my hips and lifted me onto his lap.

“Fuck it,” he rasped. “I can’t wait till we get home.”

Yes!I thought victoriously.

My fingers fumbled with his pants, then reached for his cock. He was smooth and hard. Our mouths collided in messy, sloppy kisses, both of us grunting. My heart thundered.

He ripped my panties, the shredding sound echoed through the car.

“Some things never change, husband?” I breathed out, my mouth against his.

His hand pulled my dress straps down, and he cupped my breasts through my bra. Then as if that wasn’t good enough, he pulled the cups and bent his head, latching his mouth to my nipple. He sucked on my breasts as his hand lowered and gripped my ass.

“Fuck,” I panted, my whole body on fire.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. His fingers dug into my ass. “So pretty when you pant for my cock.”

I slid down his length, and we both shuddered the moment he filled me to the hilt. He was so big and hard, his length felt better than ever.

“Santi,” I moaned and started rocking my hips.

His hand came up and grasped my throat. My eyes locked on his whiskey gaze and like so many times before, I pushed my neck into his strong grip, knowing he could snap my neck with one move and trusting he wouldn’t.

“Do you like this, wife?” he demanded, his voice hoarse with that hand banded around my throat. His other hand tugged my head back with my hair fisted in his grip; my neck was exposed to him.

“Yes,” I cried out. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”

Self-control around my husband was non-existent.Hewas my vice.

He slammed into me, his hips working like pistons underneath me, pulling my head so I could see where our bodies connected.

“Mine.” His claim was harsh and needy. “Watch me fuck you, wife.”

Lowering my eyes to where our bodies connected, my forehead against his, I watched his cock slide in and out of me. The sight was erotic, making my muscles clench with need as his thrusts became harder. Faster. Deeper. My body welcomed it, craving the man that owned me.

“Yes,” I moaned out. Each thrust into me, ripped another throaty moan from me. “Yes, please.”

His lips smashed into mine, his tongue fucked my mouth at the same time his cock fucked my pussy. White-hot pleasure burst through me, my veins on fire with need as my inner muscles squeezed around him.

“Come for me!” he roared, tearing his mouth away. As if under his command, my body tensed and the orgasm shot through me, spiraling me into a blissful void where nothing existed but us. His thrusts shallowed, his body tensed, and then he spilled into me with a loud groan, calling out my name.

Bum-bum. Bum-bum. My heart beat for him.

We stayed locked together, our breathing the only noise in the Jeep. His big hand roamed my back, his mouth showering my neck with kisses and my heart swelled. This felt like the love that songs were written about. That kept people going. He loved me.

CHAPTER73

Santino

Amore fell asleep in my arms, exhausted and naked. We’d stopped twice and fucked hard before we made it home. Then we did it in the kitchen. Hallway. The living room. On the balcony.

I took her hard in every possible way and every imaginable position. I was like a starved man after years of fasting. Her long legs were wrapped around me, her inner thighs wet with my cum. Her hair was sprawled across my chest, sweat still lingered on her pale skin.

Mine, I thought possessively.

If I was honest with myself, there was never an ounce of possibility that I would have let her walk down the aisle and marry my brother. I had never been the giving type. But the knowledge that she was now forever tied to me settled me. Soothed me. Putting me at peace.

Amore Russo. It sounded so fucking right.