Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,96
I’m here for us.
Unable to hold back, my movements speed up, my fingers gripping the back of her hair and her waist. She lets out a moan as her hips begin to jerk beneath me. I can feel her climbing, straddling the edge of coherency and pure bliss.
“Come for me, dolcezza. You’re so tight, so wet, I know you’re close. Let me feel you, my beautiful girl,” I murmur against her throat.
She bucks against me, her cunt fluttering around me. I lose all control. My fingers grip her waist and hair tighter, so fucking tight that I’m worried I may hurt her and also, not giving a shit if I do.
Slamming my hips against her body, I fuck her hard. I let out a growl through gritted teeth as I fuck my wife. She cries out, her hand flying out from between us, her fingers curling around my shoulder as I lose the last ounce of control that I was holding on to.
Burying myself deep inside of her, I lift my head, my face lifting to the ceiling and I roar with my release. My entire body trembles, it fucking shakes as I come inside of my wife for the first time in five goddamn years.
When my body has finally calmed down, when I come back to my senses, I tilt my head down to look into Pippa’s eyes. Her head is lifted to look up at me, those dull blue eyes, they’re a little brighter than they were only moments ago.
Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers. “The best I ever had, dolcezza. Been thinking of you, of this cunt for five years,” I rasp against her lips.
Her body stiffens and she tries to push away from me at my words, but I don’t allow her to. Lifting my face, I frown as I look down into her eyes.
“What’s this, then?”
“You’ve been thinking of just my cunt? I waited for you for five years and all you thought about was my cunt?”
I blink. Then I start to laugh, my cock slipping from that delicious cunt. Rolling onto my back, I grab her as she attempts to struggle away from me. Wrapping my arms around her, pulling her against my side, I don’t allow her to stomp off.
“You’re an asshole,” she snaps.
Tilting my chin down at her, I smirk. “I am. But I wasn’t being one just now.”
“Oh no?”
Shaking my head, I touch my mouth to the center of her furrowed brows. “I wasn’t. I missed all of you, Pippa. Granted, we don’t truly know one another that well still. Which is mostly my fault, not yours. But what we knew about one another on our wedding night, was how well our bodies liked each other’s. So, yes, I missed this part of you—of us.”
Her hand slides up the center of my torso, stopping just in the middle of my chest as she pushes up slightly. “I missed your body, too,” she admits as her cheeks turn pink. “Especially your tongue.”
Pressing my lips together, I try not to burst out laughing. It’s sweet. So fucking sweet. Cupping her cheek with one of my hands, I dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers. I taste the wine and the sweetness that is just Pippa.
“I was a fool, dolcezza. A complete fucking fool. I’m here now, for you and with you.”
She licks her lips, her tongue touching my own lips as she lets out a short exhale. “You were right.”
“About?”
“Moving on. We need to,” she breathes, then pulls her head away from mine to look down into my face. “I’m not perfect. I’m not the girl that I was five years ago. But I want you to get to know the woman that I am now. I want this to work between us. I want a family and I want a husband who falls madly in love with me.”
“Love,” I mutter.
She didn’t hear me or maybe she doesn’t remember. I confessed my love to her. I still love her, it hasn’t changed, but maybe I’m just too fucking proud to say it again?
She smirks, shrugging her shoulder as her blue eyes search mine. “It may take me a while, but Massimo, you will fall in love with me. I will make your eyes smile. It has always been a goal of mine.”
“Yeah?”
Pippa nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Wanna know what my goal was when we married?”