by Ingrid Walsh
- Mike ... - whimper in his mouth and he gets into me, stretching me to the bottom. Arfo, curling, my whole body shuddering with pleasure. - Oh, Dio ... Si, Si, average amato conductor. - My delicious and beloved girl ... - roars all jammed, strong pulsing through my walls. - ahhh, what a delight, doll ... Damn ... - hoarse groans, pulling almost everything and get back to background. The hug with his legs and he growls, sliding up the balls inside. We're kissing your eyes open, our hot looks in each other. Mike starts to eat me with firm and long pulses. It's slow, measured as if it had no hurry. We are firmly stuck on each other's shoulders, while puts more and more. Connected. Fused into one. Eats me up leave me panting, hanging to come again. He is controlling, you can see the vein jumping on his forehead and intensity of black eyes. Suck my tongue hard and then to kiss. However, it remains near, looking at me, his mouth gasping in my while going up the pace gradually. Arfo punches and rave when abruptly to the stem. I tremble from head to toe, hallucinated and firmer grasp by muscular shoulders, baring me all to receive his hard, deep thrusts. The sound of skin popping each other rivals the chorus of Sia music. So Mike does what just me, his mouth travels down my face and bite the apple, while fuck me mercilessly. Our sweaty skin sliding against each other every rammed deep. - My owner ... - whimper, leaving him eating me with its intensity and raw passion. - My Lord ... - My life ... My love ... - his voice is rough, urgent, his cock swelling inside me. His mouth goes to my ear and sucks, bites the lobe down to the neck, which sucks hard without fear of marking me. It's too much. Curl, gasping choppy, the repressed emotions overflowing with delicious hot and I cry, enjoying strong. Mike snarls and gets firmer, thrusting deep, punishing my vulva. doll, will enjoy! I will enjoy so hot, damn it! So damn good ... - howls and hot jets begin to flood my vagina. I pulse, throb and enjoyment over and over along with it. Crying, gasping, sobbing. Greedy and cling desperately, consummating, reaffirming our love. We remain stuck for what seem like hours, just breathing heavy, bound in each other. I have been dozing when he finally comes out of me and pulls me into his chest. I climb on top of him, our faces are very close. Mike laughs, holding my chin and wraps his other arm around my waist. - What do you think I take a couple days off to take care of my princess? - his deep voice travels in my body, making me throb even being satisfied and needing rest. - Mmm, I vote in three days, my sexy brunette. - purr next to his sensual mouth. - if it were for me I would not leave that bed so early. The wicked smile that both missed slowly spreads across his face. - Done. All my good girl wants, she will get. - whispers in the condescending tone that makes me wet and throbbing forever. Then his face turns serious and he adds softly: there are only three weeks. My heart leaps with the mention of our marriage. I learned from my mother and Aunt Cassie that so distress they have not contacted the company in charge of planning to delay things. Everything went as planned and within two weeks I and the man of my life are getting married. - Three weeks? Still? - I whisper back, laughing provocative. He laughs evilly and bites my chin. - Are you sure you still want to marry me, princess? - its tone is playful means. - I'm just a jealous ogre ... I bottleneck, light my chest for being so despite the tornado that swept through our lives. - If you are a jealous ogre. But is my jealous ogre. - respond with the voice embargando a bit. - be his wife's all I want most in life, mio Principi. He looks at me for a moment in silence, their eyes just talking to me. - I myself unfold day after day so that you never regret being my, doll. - your finger traces my face gently. - I'll do the same thing, mio bello dominatore. - I whisper back and we kissed, sealing our promises. A sigh leaves my mouth. Si, it is time to be happy. CHAPTER TWENTY
Antonella
Two weeks later ... Ardócia Island, southern Italy.
The elevator slides down and I look sideways, watching my sexy dark all aligned in his black tuxedo. We are on the way to the Central Museum reopening party. Another event that was already marked and the strain experienced by my abduction, my assistant did not strove to reschedule with the organizers. It was good, because after the three days when Mike and I were locked on the roof, dating and getting only family visits, throw me in the supervision of this event allowed me to occupy the mind. I feel much better now renewed. His mouth curved in that wicked smile semblance of watering my panties. He was looking at me in the mirror and caught me giving it. In a fast moving and rotating handle me my waist, holding me gently against the wall. - Buy something you like, Doll? - lowers her mouth seductively near the mine, that beautiful and arrogant eyebrow mocking me. Dio, love. Moan softly, feeling the muscled body pressed against mine. - Oh, you. I like everything. - whisper to him and smiled boldly. - assolutamente tutto [14]. He growls, his nostrils expanding. Slide the nose on my face and go to my ear. Throb when shaving teeth in my ear. It is a shameless game, perverse to get close, his breathing heavy driving me crazy. Then steps back and smiles down when whimper in protest. - You can not talk that sexy language close to me this week, doll. - hoarse groaning, grinding the stick already wide awake in my belly. - fuck, who was vacated who created this fucked tradition? exhale. I let out a little laugh, teasing him. In Ardócia, the bride and groom are bound to get in sex abstinence a week before the wedding. Needless to say, it's making my frustrated dark, and looks that we are only the second day of celibacy. - It is the tradition, amore mio. We need to keep it. He laughs. That smile is more charming, smarmy and come face me, intense black eyes holding mine. - I bet the guy who created it had a bride as beautiful as my little doll. - his tone and look are evil when complete: - or so good ... Gemo. He is so wanton. The embrace by the neck and I get this tasty game provocation only ours. - By chance you are trying to bribe me to have sex with you? - whisper, licking my lips, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He grunts and down a hand to my ass, angling our pelvis. The wicked smile back to feel my body quivering with lust. - Come sleep in my room, love.
- asks quietly, his eyes telling me sacanagens. - just sleep. Bufo. His face bastard, predator does not fool anyone. River, remembering the time when I was exactly like that, begging to sleep with him. Just sleep. It is the wheel turned. - Stop it, love. - rebuke, but I'm panting, my heavy eyelids. - you know that if we are in the same bed will not just sleep. Also, Anna was assigned to sleep with me this week. Probably to watch me. Her nose wrinkles. Anna today arrived in the morning to keep me company in these last days of single. The rest of the family arrives in three days. - Cum. - grumbles. The elevator doors open and he shakes his head, laughing as a teenager. Dio, he's so, so beautiful. - I said how much is beautiful today? Si. Beautiful. Too beautiful. - A few minutes ago. - whisper, all melted, not moving my arms from his neck. - is still trying to make sex for flattery, dear mio? I raise my eyebrow haughty princess. He laughs, slow, all badass. - I'm counting on the indisputable fact that my girl loves to fuck. - whispers and I gasp, joining the thighs, needing friction. Holy shit. Your bad wolf smile increases finding my reaction to his depravity. The burning way you look at me and pronounces fuck, destroys me. Me gets destroyed. - I just have to wait, doll. You know you can not stay without enjoying the cock of its owner. - mocks and I moan, cornered, almost giving in. - Mike ... - Yes, Princess? - his smile is victorious. What is my life? Say what you need. - I need ... - whimper while covering my chin smooth and seductive kisses. - You need ... - he laughed, prompting me. - me, my love. You need your male. Come on, say it. - Ugh! You knock this little shame, please! Anna's voice is like a bucket of cold water. I laugh with relief and Mike growls. - We have not finished this conversation, doll. - grunts in my ear and bit the lobe wickedly. Then he releases me slowly and I can breathe again. Madonna mia. My beautiful dark depraved. - My uncle had every reason to instruct me to watch them. - Anna rolls her eyes and laughs mischievously when we go out into the hallway. - Do not make that face at me, cousin. I do not make the rules here. - It's a ridiculous tradition. - Mike grumbles Anna, who holds a smile. - I think so, cousin. - she agrees, probably not to upset him more. - but look on the bright side, the wedding
night has everything to be very busy, huh? - balance eyebrows with his irreverence. - after this dry, all the walls of this palace will tremble ... Uiiii! I do not hold a laugh and Mike shakes his head, laughing too, surrendering to our cousin. He extends his free arm to her and went down the hall toward one of the side exits the palace, where the limo is waiting for us. My parents should only go later. Dam may have gone along with Max. Minutes later, we are coming out of the vehicle on the red carpet. Mike helps me down, while Harry assists Anna. I'm wearing a long green water with a tight skirt that will open and the tail dragging on the ground. The model has bright wire around it. It's united front with a sexy neckline on the back, a black fur stole is on my shoulders. My hair is loose, just with a brilliant clip on the left side. Anna is wearing a long red. She hates events like these, but it's coming for me. The flashes go crazy on us. Mike snared my waist and posed for the press thirsty for something ours. We do not grant any of the numerous interviews that were requested in after my supposed death was denied by the Secret Service. The official spokesman of the Palace and Sandra Lorenzatti it upon themselves to deal with it. However, harassment of the press and also the general public, tripled over me and Mike. The thing took a dimension so great that fans pages were created for both of us. Believe me? We are like Hollywood celebrities. Speaking of celebrities, my favorite rockers sent me lovely messages of support along with a huge bouquet of roses! Can sigh, girls. How not to love those guys? - Bellos! Perfettos!
- Highnesses, just a kiss for that photo, per favore!
- Anna Princess, it is true that is dating sportsperson, Bruce Clint?
The exclamations of the public and questions from journalists take me from my cloud of thoughts. Anna snorts but smiles, trying to act in accordance with the protocol. - By faith! The guy does not jump or a chair and this idiot is calling for radical sportsman? - whisper to myself. - The Press tired my beauty press. Rio quietly myself trying to comply with the protocol. More reporters ask the kiss. Some girls behind the cordon are carrying signs. Holy shit! Mike and Ella and heart are in most of them. Madonna mia! - It seems that a fan won private club. - Mike whispered right into my ear, his warm breath causing me delicious chills. - I think we should not disappoint them, princess. I laugh reading your game. I turn from the front and he holds my waist possessively. Espalmo his chest, panting softly as his mouth slowly down to mine. Black eyes dancing with humor and a certain amount of perversion. Our lips touch and moan softly in pure delight, my eyelids falling shut. He grunts down and pushes his tongue in my mouth. Not far from the arsonists kisses and bastards we usually change, but not so well behaved. It's delicious, slow, full of love. Holds my neck and my head angula. Sigh shakily, now ready to ensnare her neck, completely delivered, then he stops. Nibbling my lower lip gently and is gone, a smile semblance of playing in the mouth. Only now I hear echoing palms near us. Wow. Recompose myself, sliding behaved princess mask again and Mike starts to drive me and Anna the carpet, extending up the front steps of the museum, to the porch. The press allowed to cover the event are grouped at the entrance, interviewing newcomers, composed mostly by the nobility of the island, artists and some foreign celebrities list by Paloma, my assistant gave me and I approved. My father entrusted the organization under my care, and I dedicated myself to the fullest. I'm looking forward to see the approving smile on your face when you arrive. Mike and I are approached by a beautiful and sympathetic reporter. He talks about reform and I explano on the restoration works and how I took care of the reopening of exposure. The ceremonialist welcomes us with a respectful and let us go to the hall. My own smile opens wide when we reached the main hall. The immense space divided by tall and imposing Greek columns, is packed! The sense of accomplishment takes me. Congratulations, doll! - my love whispers, kissing my temple. - the event is already a success. - Grazie. - melt me back. - the reform was perfect. - I turn my face, looking him in the eye. - congratulations love. - Wow! Mike. - Anna whistles down. - the reform was amazing, cousin! - turns to me with a teasing grin. - as the restored works, you'll have to show me the change because I am totally ignorant in this matter. I laugh with the sincerity of my cousin. - I'll do it. But you like photography, Anna. - point out. It will start another graduation, this time in photography, something that is in love since childhood. - is a form of art too, do not forget that. She rolls her eyes. - I need to find Dam and Max before Ella starts to give me lessons in art history, cousin. - complains. I snort, ripping a smile and a naughty wink. She loves to be contrary. Webbing Mike's arm and move around the room, attention turning to us, as they realize who is coming. - Can you give me these lessons, princess. - a husky and lusty voice purrs into my ear. - know how to let my dick hard every time embodies the sexy curator. Not to mention that I'm remembering now the last show we visited. Rome ... remember what I did to you, doll? - holy shit. Gasping, shuddering with his attack in the middle of so many people. Of course I remember, caspita! The degenerated fucked me in front of an audience and I ... Well, I loved every second. Madonna mia, I'm so shameless, it is not? Clear my throat and force myself to nod politely to the reverence that we will receive, as people will quietly out of our way. - I know what you're doing, amore mio ... - river, shaking his head. A waiter comes to us. Mike picks up glasses of champagne for me and Anna and one for you. - What am I doing? - he wraps his free arm around my waist again. intense black eyes staring at me over the rim of the cup, as he takes a sip of the drink. Anna is doing the same, watching the crowd, probably looking for my brothers. - I'm just saying how my girl excites me is when all professional about the arts. Maybe I should make a small museum in our new home, do you think, my love? - I take a welcome drink of chilled champagne to calm the heat he's urging with his wicked seduction. - you will tell me about the works ... - a smile naughty toys in his mouth and he whispers in my ear: - naked. Oh, Dio ... Gemo softly. - Oh, Dam and Max are coming here! - Anna's voice is full of relief. - God is father! It's not fun to stay close to you today. I roll my eyes at her. - You're too grumpy press. - tease. My brothers make their way to us. I reserve a moment to appreciate its imposing figures. They are so cute. I've always been licker with my brothers, but after the scare we take, I'm even closer to them. When we go through something so terrifying, we tend to hold on to each new day with tooth and nail. - Wow. Things are hot here. - Max smiles, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. - Mike, has seen the number of girls per square meter? Nor does it seem that we are in a boring museum. I look, narrowing his eyes and he smiles more. - Stop result, Max. - Dam pushes on the shoulder. - because our cousin is not allowed to look at the girls. It is much evil to him ... Mike growls to clear teasing. - I will not answer that, guys. - grumbles, keeping me it juntinho. - You do not need, amore mio. - run in his defense and looked at each other knowingly before his mouth off at me in a gentle kiss. - Please rescue me, cousins. - Anna sticks in the middle of my brothers, wrapping her arms. - I tried, but it's hard to get close to these two. They simply ignore the rest of the world. They laugh and just smiling too. Anna tilts her chin subtly at me and see the prime minister, wife and granddaughter puttana. Grrr. They greet us with ceremony, congratulating us officially by the impending marriage. Agna barely look me in the eyes when he greets me, nodding. I hold a triumphant smile. She should not have forgotten our last meeting. - Thank you, sir, ma'am. - Mike is grateful for the elderly and to their credit couple, do not look for the girl in no time. After his ball out of jealousy because we both talked at length and we are policing about it. We decided that our love should come first always and never give IBOPE for news, gossip, or malicious people who comment something about one of us. This sort of thing is always lurking for someone of royalty and the very famous. We live in the spotlight. My mother gave me wise counsel as well. She said there will always be people around us who will not truly hope to our happiness, but the secret to counteract all the bad vibes is trust. Acquiring reliable, third never get credit for any of us, she added. They start to walk away after the cordial greet
ings. - Take care to keep your hairstyle for the night, honey. Surprise makes me choke on the drink when Anna says quietly, but loud enough to hear Agna. Dio mio! Mike turns to me, giving light taps on my back. The puttana looks over his shoulder. If your looks could kill, my cousin would fall mortinha now. - What was this? What Anna is talking about, doll? - Mike asks when my cough is controlled. - No idea, love. - answer as sweet as you. He semicerra eyes, not buying my answer but leaves still. I lean Anna. - ceases to be a troublemaker, press. - whisper. She laughs, her eyes shining with mischief. - I? That slander ... I was not me who ruined hairstyle girl last time, principessa. Nod the head, laughing at the situation. - Looks like our old are coming. - Dam entry points and observe the commotion, which usually forms when our parents arrive at an event. Then they arise. My absolute sovereign father in his black tuxedo and my beautiful mother in a long cream long and bouffant skirt. A soft smile comes to my face, watching them. I remember that I asked this kind of love that my parents have. I wanted something that would last a lifetime. Eye side, for the man of my dreams. He turns his head, his intense gaze holding mine. Si, I was satisfied. Dio booked this beautiful man to me. We caught a silent conversation. - Only five days, amore mio. - whisper. Her face lights up and he rubs his nose on my a sweet gesture.
