Chapter 148 Why Did You Tell Me?

Chapter 148 Why Did You Tell Me?
Massimo didn’t wait another second.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Eloise cried out sharply, her back arching off the desk as her tight, soaked pussy stretched around his massive cock. 
The sudden, overwhelming fullness stole her breath. He was so thick, so deep, she felt him everywhere.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Massimo groaned, low and guttural, his forehead pressed against hers. “That’s it, baby. Take every inch of me.”
He pulled back slowly, almost torturously, until only the swollen head remained inside her, then slammed back in with a wet, obscene slap. 
Eloise’s loud cry echoed through the study as pleasure exploded through her body. He set a brutal rhythm, hips snapping forward again and again, fucking her hard on top of his desk.
His mouth found her breasts, sucking one sensitive nipple deep between his lips while his hand kneaded the other. 
He bit down gently, then soothed the sting with his tongue, driving her wild. Eloise’s head fell back, moans spilling uncontrollably from her throat as he devoured her.
“How does it feel, baby?” he growled against her wet skin, thrusting deeper, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
“Good—oh fuck, so good,” she sobbed, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Massimo… please—”
He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her cries as he pounded into her. The desk creaked beneath them, papers long forgotten on the floor. 
Every powerful thrust sent jolts of raw pleasure shooting up her spine. She could feel every thick vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against her inner walls.
“Look at us, Cara,” he commanded, his voice dark and rough. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look down between their bodies. “Look at how beautifully you’re taking my cock.”
Eloise’s eyes widened at the filthy sight. His thick, glistening shaft disappeared inside her again and again, coated in her creamy arousal. 
The wet, lewd sounds of him fucking her filled the room. 
She watched, mesmerized and mortified, as her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth.
“Oh my God…” she whimpered, the visual pushing her closer to the edge.
Massimo’s pace became punishing. He hooked one of her legs higher, changing the angle so he hit that devastating spot inside her with every thrust of his hip.  
Eloise’s cries grew louder, her nails raking down his back as pleasure bordered on pain.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, sucking hard on her neck. “This pussy was made for me. Only me.”
Eloise’s orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her whole body seized, back bowing violently off the desk as a raw, broken scream tore from her throat. 
Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripped through her. Her toes curled, thighs shaking uncontrollably. 
She squirted around his cock, soaking his abdomen and the desk beneath them.
Massimo cursed loudly, the sight and feel of her coming so hard pushing him over the edge. 
He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering as his own climax crashed over him. His powerful body convulsed against hers, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy.
He groaned her name, grinding deep as he emptied himself completely inside her, claiming her in the most primal way.
They stayed locked together, trembling and gasping, foreheads pressed against each other. 
Massimo’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close as aftershocks rippled through both of them. He kissed her slowly and deeply.
Eloise clung to him, fingers buried in his hair, her heart thundering against his chest. The intensity of what they had just shared left her feeling raw, exposed, and utterly, beautifully owned.
Massimo pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, his breathing still ragged. “My beautiful wife,” he whispered against her skin, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Mine.”
After a while, he pulled back just enough to look at her, his blue eyes soft with something dangerously close to wonder. “How was college today?” he asked, his voice still rough from passion.
Eloise held onto him tighter, her arms wrapped around his neck as a bright, genuine smile spread across her face. “I had my first real lecture today,” she said happily, still a little breathless.
“Yeah?” Massimo’s voice warmed with excitement, feeding off her joy like it was oxygen. “How was it?”
“It was so good!” Eloise gushed, her eyes lighting up as she recounted every detail. She told him about Professor Bateman’s class, the ethical dilemma he had posed to them, and how she had stood up and given her answer. 
“I told him firing people shouldn’t be the only option. That leadership means looking for better solutions first. He actually complimented me in front of everyone.”
Massimo listened greedily, his eyes consuming her with pure adoration as she spoke. He kissed her temple, then her forehead, murmuring against her skin, “You are so smart. So fucking smart, Cara.” His voice was thick with pride and something deeper, more possessive.
They shared another slow, lingering kiss, tongues brushing lazily. Then Eloise remembered. “Oh, yeah… I saw Rose on campus today.”
Massimo’s entire body tensed beneath her. His blue eyes narrowed instantly, the softness vanishing as sharp alertness took over. “She transferred this semester,” Eloise continued, tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Apparently she’s studying marketing.”
“Did she cause any trouble for you?” His voice had dropped into that dangerous register she knew so well.
Eloise shook her head softly. “Nah… Rose has always been a thorn in my side," Her fingers played absently with the buttons on his shirt. "But I can manage her."
Massimo patiently listened.
"Maybe I felt some type of way before when I was younger." She smiled faintly. "But not anymore."
Once upon a time, Rose had known exactly where to sink the knife. And when you were a lonely little girl whose father barely looked at her and whose mother carried grief in her eyes...
You believed those things. You started shrinking yourself. Started wondering if maybe you really weren't enough.
Maybe you really were plain. Maybe you really were forgettable. But she'd grown. She'd changed. She'd learned her worth. And Rose no longer intimidated her.
Massimo’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. “Anyone with eyes,” he said fiercely, “anyone with a fucking brain would know you are incomparable.”
Eloise melted against him, her body responding to the raw possession in his voice. “From the moment I set my eyes on you, Eloise, I was obsessed,” he growled, nipping at her shoulder. “It was either I had you for myself or I died trying.”
She moaned softly at the bite, heat stirring low in her belly again.
“If you don’t want her coming to this house again,” he continued, “she won’t be allowed.”
Eloise looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “I doubt she would ever come again. She left here angry and irate the last time. She swore I would regret crossing her.”
Massimo’s blue eyes became razor-sharp. “Damn it, Eloise. Why didn’t you tell me that?”