Samantha.
I have no idea how much time passes while we kiss, and I don’t care.
If I had any doubts about Franco and me, they’re all gone.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. It feels like he’s worshiping me. Just as the thought crosses my mind, he ends the kiss and lifts his head.
When he looks at me as if I’m his entire world, it makes me feel emotional.
My eyes start to shine with unshed tears, and my voice trembles as I say, “No one has ever looked at me the way you do.”
Franco keeps his left forearm braced beside my head while his right hand brushes down my side.
“That’s because no one has loved you as much as I do.”
When he reaches my butt, he caresses my skin before moving down to my thigh and hiking my leg higher over his ass. I feel his cock rub over my clit, and it has heat spreading through me.
“You ready, baby?”
I nod, but when I see worry in his eyes, I say, “I’m ready for you.” I bring my hand to his jaw and whisper, “Only for you.”
Instead of entering me, he continues to rub his cock up and down my slit, creating one hell of a need for more between my legs.
“You said you were going to fuck me senseless,” I complain. “Not torture me.”
A chuckle rumbles from him as his hand slips between us, and he positions his cock at my entrance.
The anticipation builds, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
I feel my opening stretch as he pushes against it, and I hold my breath.
Our eyes lock, then he thrusts inside me. We shudder in unison, and he stills for a moment before he pushes another couple of inches into me.
The air wooshes from my lungs, and I grab hold of the covers because he feels too big.
Franco leans over me and braces his forearm beside my head while his other hand grips my outer thigh.
He pulls out then thrusts inside me again, only to be stopped by my body.
Lowering his head, he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth before whispering, “I know you can take all of me.”
“I’m trying,” I breathe.
His hand moves to my butt, and as he pulls out of me, he only enters me with short strokes.
“Shit,” I moan. “That feels good.” “I know,” he chuckles arrogantly.
I let go of the covers and place my hand behind his neck. It feels like my heartbeat matches every short stroke from his cock.
Suddenly, he slams into me, and a cry bursts over my lips as he buries himself to the hilt inside me.
I feel stretched to the limits and too full.
“I knew you could take every inch of me,” he praises, his voice hoarse. “Barely,” I croak. “I need you to move.”
He only pulls out halfway before he fills me with every inch of his hard cock again.
“Jesus,” I gasp, my nails digging into his skin.
“You’re so fucking tight,” the words rumble from him like thunder.
My eyes are still locked on his face that looks like it’s carved from stone with the self-control it’s taking him to go slow.
He pulls out again and enters me with one hell of a hard thrust that pushes my body higher up the bed.
When he groans, it sounds like it’s coming from the deepest part of his soul.
“Fuck me, Franco,” I moan. “Fuck me hard, so I’ll only remember the feel of you inside me.”
I watch as his eyes turn black, then the tension drains from his face, and a predatory expression takes its place.
Jesus.
He pulls all the way out, and when he buries himself deep inside me once more, my back arches from the bed.
I expect him to set a relentless pace, but instead, the thrusts are hard and deep.
By some miracle, I start to grow accustomed to his size, and when I swivel my hips with the next hard stroke of his cock, he lets out a groan.
“That’s it, baby. Rub your pussy against me while I fuck you.”
My lashes are half-mast over my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip as I look at him. When his pelvis rocks against mine, I rub myself against him and let out a throaty moan.
Pulling my hand away from his neck, I cup my breast, Franco lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I move my hand down my body until my fingers brush against the base of his cock, and feeling where our bodies are connected, fills me with intense satisfaction.
Franco pushes himself up again so he’s kneeling between my thighs, and when he pulls out of me, my fingers brush over the length of his hardness.
The moment feels downright erotic and hot, and my abdomen clenches hard.
I move my fingers to my clit, and it has Franco moving my body an inch up with the force of him thrusting inside me.
“Christ, baby,” he groans right before his pace speeds up, and he fucks the living hell out of me.
I pull my hand out from between us and claw at his back as he keeps filling me with his cock. My body tenses beneath his, and I tilt my head back and dig my nails into his skin.
The impending pleasure is so intense I can only part my lips, and when the orgasm rips through me, I convulse beneath Franco.
He changes the pace, and every time he trusts deep inside me, he grinds his pelvis against my clit, and it makes another orgasm spasm through me, the pleasure robbing me of my senses.
As I regain my bearings, Franco buries himself to the hilt, and I watch as ecstasy tightens his features.
He falls over me but manages to brace himself on his right forearm, then his mouth claims mine in a forceful kiss, and he slowly continues to plunge into me.
I bring my hand to his jaw and feel how it moves while he devours my mouth.
When he breaks the kiss and lifts his head, our eyes lock, and he fills me one last time before keeping still.
We stare at each other, and caught in a bubble created by our intense connection, I whisper, “I love you.”
Franco Hearing Samantha tell me she loves me fills me with unbelievable happiness.
Staying buried inside her, I stare down at the woman who owns my heart and soul.
She brushes her fingers through my mussed hair, then asks, “What are you thinking about?”
“You.” The corner of my mouth lifts. “What about me?”
I let out a chuckle. “All the hell you gave me.” She pretends to glare at me. “You deserved it.” “I did,” I admit.
I don’t want to pull out of her, but I have business to take care of. I press a quick kiss to her mouth before pushing myself up and climbing off the bed.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the faucets in the tub before I clean myself.
When I head back into the bedroom, I say, “While you soak in the tub, I’ll get you something to eat.”
Samantha stretches her body and covers her mouth as she yawns. “I’m not hungry. I’ll just take a bath and get some sleep if that’s okay?”
“Of course.” I go into the walk-in closet and start to get dressed so I can deal with the fucker who tried to kill my woman.
The rage pours into me so fucking fast, I feel lightheaded for a moment. “Are you okay?” Samantha asks from where she’s standing between the bed and the bathroom door.
“Yes.” I pull on a dress shirt and fasten the buttons, my eyes roaming over her naked body. “Baby, I really have to take care of work, and you standing there looking sexy as fuck isn’t helping.”
She walks closer to me, and wrapping her arms around my neck, she scrunches her nose. “Who needs money? We can survive on love and orgasms.”
The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. “I like the sound of that, but you need rest.” I press a kiss to her mouth. “Get your fuck able ass in the tub.”
She steals another kiss before I watch her sexy ass as she heads to the bathroom.
I pull on a vest, and after buttoning it, I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt. When I’ve put on my shoes, I walk into the bathroom and grab my gun from the counter.
“I won’t be long. There are guards downstairs. If you need something, just text me, and I’ll have Milo leave it outside the door for you.”
Samantha tilts her head, her eyes filled with love as she stares at me. “Thank you for understanding me so well. Once I’ve gotten to know your guards, I think I’ll be fine with them around me.”
I move closer and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. My eyes lower to the aggressive bruises covering her skin.
“You’re safe with Milo and Marcello. They will never hurt you.” She nods. “I’ll try to get to know them.”
“I’d appreciate it.” I press a kiss to her forehead, then turn around and leave the room.