Alceu

Chapter Thirteen

Giulia

My ears are ringing when my scream finally dies out. Perhaps I shouldn’t have baited him. I felt his size and know he is bigger than either of the cocks I have taken before. That’s fucking laughable. He’s huge compared to them.

But this is what I wanted. If I can’t have love, at least I can have passion. And Alceu is clearly a passionate man. The muscles in his back and shoulders strain as he powers into me again and again, and although the initial entry was uncomfortable, all I feel now is pleasure.

His hands and lips are everywhere as he keeps thrusting into me. He nips and bites and sucks at my neck, skin, and breasts. I can feel him leaving marks all over my body, and I can’t give enough of a fuck to stop him. Let him mark me, let anyone who looks see that I belong to him.

Where the hell did that thought come from? I don’t belong to anyone, least of all Alceu Cammareri. My body locks up as I realize where my thoughts were headed, and Alceu stops moving immediately.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned, scanning my face.

I need to get my head in the game and keep my heart out of this. If he knew what I was thinking, he would send me right back into Salvador’s arms. He doesn’t need some stupid woman falling over herself to keep him happy. He doesn’t need love. He wants a fuck friend, and that’s exactly what I’m going to be.

In a move he wasn’t expecting, I thrust my hips up and roll over so that I’m straddling him, impaled on his solid cock.

“No.” I smile at him seductively. “I just want the chance to fuck all the other women from your memory as well.”

The lie slips easily from my lips as I start to ride his cock. The problem is the moment I say the words, I realize they aren’t a lie. Instead of thinking too hard about that, I close my eyes and throw my head back as I use my body to give my husband pleasure. I can’t look at him, too scared he will be able to see the truth written all over my face.

I cup my breasts, toying with my nipples as I continue to fuck myself on him. Alceu grabs my hips and holds me still as he pistons his hips, shoving his length even deeper into me.

“I can promise you I’m not thinking of any other woman with you riding me like a fucking goddess,” he says.

Goosebumps break out across my body at his words, his voice stealing over me. I fuck him harder, my muscles straining and wanting to send him over the edge. Alceu grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. He grins devilishly before turning my head to the left.

“Look at you.”

I didn’t even think about the mirror against the wall, but it is perfectly positioned to show us on the bed. His hands tighten on my hips, and I know I will be carrying his mark for days to come. He thrusts into me while holding me in place, a moan falling from my lips.

“Watch me fuck you, wife,” he says. “You are a fucking siren. Warping my mind with your beauty.”

“Alceu,” I gasp. His words push me closer to the edge.

“My cock hasn’t been manageable since I kissed you on our wedding day, and now that I know what this pussy feels like, it probably won’t ever go down again.”

Swiftly, he shifts us again, pinning me beneath him and throwing my legs over his shoulders. His thrusts are deeper as he continues to pump into me. An orgasm rips through me unexpectedly.

“Fuck yes,” Alceu gasps. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

He continues to thrust through my orgasm before he finds his release, the muscles in his neck straining as he pumps me full of cum. My muscles are jelly, my throat raw from screaming as I sink deeper into the bed, lost in a post-orgasmic haze. Alceu moves us around until I’m lying on my side with him spooning me from behind. He gently caresses my body until I start to fall asleep.

I’m not sure if my mind is playing tricks on me or whether I actually heard him, but I could have sworn he whispered in my ear before the darkness overtook me.

“My wife. My queen. My love.”