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I’ll also admit that I love the idea of making it clear to everyone that she’s mine, that I’m the only one who gets to use that sweet young body of hers, that I’m the only one who gets to make her scream with pleasure.

For her part, she’s told me before that she loves it when I feel her up in public, because it makes her feel so depraved and wanton and sexy, and because it turns her on when other people realise she’s mine to play with as I please.

Sometimes, when we’re in public, all I have to do is address her as “Signora Moretti” while looking at her meaningfully, and before I know it we’ll either be going at it in the nearest semi-private space we can find, or we’ll make a dash for home, where typically we won’t even make it upstairs to our room.

Because her availability never fails to excite me. It’s funny, we’ve been together three months now, and I haven’t lost my desire to continually leave my mark on her, not one bit.

I especially love it when she falls asleep in my arms, smelling of sex and me, though there’s definitely also a part of me that
really
likes it when she smells of me when we go out.

Because not only do I love the fact that she’s mine, I rather enjoy the look of disappointment on the faces of younger men (and older men, for that matter!) when they realise that she’s very much taken,
and
by an alpha they would be hard pressed to go up against …

Fuck, it’s making me hard all over again, just thinking about having her, claiming her for my own.

Of course, it definitely doesn’t hurt that we’re both naked in bed at the moment, and I’m spooning her as she lies in my arms, so that her gorgeous ass is temptingly pressed against my cock …

I adjust myself and she stirs slightly - I wonder if she’s awake. She’s a light sleeper, and sometimes she’ll wake up and just continue to lie quietly in my arms, so it’s not always easy to tell.

“Mmm,” I hear her say, slightly sleepily.

She’s told me before in no uncertain terms that she’d like to be woken up should I ever find myself in need of sexual relief in the middle of the night. “I don’t want to waste any of your magnificent erections,” she’s purred seductively in my ear more than once.

But it’s starting to look as though I won’t even have to do that, largely because she’s starting to grind her ass against my crotch, the insatiable little minx!

“Fuck, Evie, you really like cock, don’t you,” I murmur into her ear as I feel my erection expand even further.

She turns to look at me and smiles with the sort of sensual indolence that never fails to send a thrill through me.

“You know I’m a complete slave to your cock, Renzo,” she purrs. “I’m addicted to it, can’t do without it. It always feels so good to have you inside me … And you know what, I’m already wet just thinking about it.”

As if to prove her point, she brazenly lifts her leg, hooking her foot behind my knee, opening herself up to me.

I slide my fingers down to her pussy.

She isn’t lying - she’s already dripping, and as I feel her up she gives me a doe-eyed look, as though inviting me to fuck her there and then.

And as hot as foreplay can be, there’s something really special about those moments when one’s woman is so horny that she’s all wet and ready to go, just like that ….

I grin roguishly at her and guide my straining cock into those sweet folds. It’s easy to slide in - she’s wet, and before we fell asleep I’d already given her a good reaming, so her body’s definitely prepared for me and my size.

Unsurprisingly, the very thought of how I’ve trained that tight little pussy to accommodate me is making my cock twitch inside her …

“Oh, Renzo,” she moans, and I feel her slender hand caress the back of my head as she turns to kiss me.

Before long, I’m thrusting into her as we make out. “My sweet dirty girl,” I growl in between kisses. “I love you so much. My fucking dream girl. You like this, don’t you?”

“You know how much I love being your little whore,” she gasps, and begins playing with her clit as I grab her tits and start seriously going at it, banging that sweet pussy hard and deep, just the way she’s always liked it. “Oh, fuck me, Renzo, yeah, I’m a dirty girl who needs to be used hard and often …”

She starts moaning again as I pound hard into her, filling her tight canal completely with each stroke. In the night and darkness all that can be heard are her cries and my groans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sound of my cock driving into her wet, sloppy pussy.

It’s like a strange, beautiful nocturnal duet, one that soon winds up to its inevitable, sublime climax as she screams with ecstasy and I feel her gorgeous pussy contract around my cock, milking it for the cum that she loves so much, that little bit of me that she’s going to be holding inside herself for the rest of the night …

With a grunt I come, in multiple violent spurts. I’m always surprised at how much I produce given how often we fuck, but I suppose that’s just the sort of effect she has on me, the darling girl …

She turns and kisses me as my cock slides out of her; for my part, I stroke her cheek tenderly as she gazes into my eyes, still breathless from her orgasm.

It’s odd, I adore her madly as it is but for some reason it always feels like I’m even more in love with her after we fuck, assuming that’s actually possible. It’s a wonderful feeling, mingled as it is with utter happiness and contentment.

Silently I thank heaven for Alfieri’s intervention, for the dodgy landlord, even for Victoria running off with Courtenay and unwittingly leaving me this beautiful gift …

Funny how it all worked out!

“Oh, Evie, I love you so much, I don’t think you have any idea how much,” I growl as she nuzzles against me.

She looks up at me, smiling, radiant. Fuck, it’s so good to see her happy …

“I love you too, Renzo,” she murmurs, in that infinitely sweet voice of hers, and nestles against me, as though she’d like nothing better than to be even closer.

I squeeze her tightly in my arms and kiss her lovely, luxuriant hair.

“Good night, beautiful.”

 

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