His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 79

I laughed as my husband carried me into our villa, unable to take my eyes off my ring. It was perfect. There was a large marquise-cut diamond surrounded by circular diamonds, making it look almost like a flower.

“You like it?”

“I love it. You did such a good job.”

“I had help.”

“Sienna?”

“Mila.”

“Really?” That made a lump rise in my throat. We had spent so many hours as girls talking about rings and weddings, and this made it feel like she was part of my new life. “How did she sound?”

Matteo laid me down on the bed. The large French doors were open to the outside, the warm ocean breeze washing over us. “Good. She had strong opinions on the ring.”

“I bet she did.” I ran the tip of my finger over it. “It’s so pretty.”

“I’ll buy you a million of them.”

I grinned. “Not sure how I’d wear that many.”

“Hope you’re up for the challenge.”

We lay facing each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, and then we both broke, our lips crashing together. Matteo gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head back so he had perfect access to my lips, but I wanted more. I wanted to make him lose control the same way he did me.

I tugged against his hold and he released me, confusion in his eyes. It didn’t last long as I unbuttoned his shirt and pants, kissing my way down his body.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” He breathed in sharply. “Are you going to suck my cock into that pretty little mouth?”

“Yes,” I said, letting out a little moan as his hard cock sprang out of the confines of his boxers. A bead of precum spurted from the tip, and I knelt between his legs and licked it, but the position strained my knees and hips. I tried to rearrange myself, but I was an uncoordinated mess of limbs.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said as my knee knocked into his leg.

“Shh, don’t apologize.”

“I just want to be sexy and not mess this up.” I felt strangely emotional, waves of embarrassment washing through me. Matteo had been taking such good care of me. Between the rest he forced on me, my wheelchair, new medication, and starting physical therapy, I’d been in a lot less pain. But pregnancy was also increasing the number of subluxations, and I needed to be careful. “I could try going on my knees on the floor.”

Matteo let out a sound that could only be described as a growl before he pulled me into his arms.

“Or we can do this in our bed, where my queen will be comfortable.” He scowled as I opened my mouth. “Nothing is more important than your comfort, tesoro. But don’t worry, we’ll replace a position that lets you suck my cock.”

I snorted a little giggle, feeling much better. We would figure this out together. I hadn’t ruined anything.

He gently stripped me of my clothes before removing his own and lying down beside me. He pulled me into his arms. “There’s never any pressure for you to give me a blowjob. And I forbid you from doing anything if it causes you pain.”

“I know,” I murmured. “But I really want to. I want you to take control. I just wish my body would cooperate more.”

“Well, if I’m in charge, your body will be forced to obey me and cooperate.”

“So arrogant.”

He smirked and wrapped my hair around his hand, tugging my head back so I was forced to meet his gaze. “You have work to do.” He raised a cocky eyebrow.

A thrill went through me at his dominance as he guided me down his body until I was lying on my side, my lips level with his cock. He placed a pillow between my legs and one behind my back, giving me the support I needed. I ran my hand down his hip and squeezed his butt.

“Stop teasing,” he growled. “Take me into your mouth. I want to hear you gag.”

Oh fuck. That shouldn’t be so hot.

I did what he commanded, not that I had much choice with the firm way he gripped my hair. I opened wide, my tongue sliding over his slit before he thrust into my mouth. My eyes immediately started to water, and I panicked for a moment as I felt a lack of oxygen.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. You’re taking me so well.” There was a softness to his voice, even as he maintained a grip of iron on my hair and neck. His words felt like a warm bath, comforting and perfect as I relaxed my throat and took him deeper. We had practiced deep throating, and I struggled with it but loved making him lose his mind.

He maintained our rapid rhythm, keeping me completely at his mercy. My pussy grew wet at his control, causing me to move my fingers down to touch my clit. But then his fingers surrounded my wrist.

“Mine,” he said. “No one touches this cunt besides me. Do you understand?”

He thrust inside my mouth again, cutting off any possibility of answering.

“Look at you, getting turned on sucking my cock like the slutty little girl you are. So perfect for me. Such a perfect little mess.”

Drool dripped down my chin and I moaned around him. He cursed, thrusting further into my throat. I choked, but he kept going, forcing me to take him deeper. He thrust inside me twice more before coming with a roar. I did my best to swallow him down, but some cum leaked down my chin.

I tried to move my head back, but his hold tightened.

“No. Tap my leg twice if you need to stop, but I’m not ready to leave the warm heat of your mouth.”

I whimpered, loving his complete control over me as I continued sucking on his cock. I was a mess—drool dripping down my chin, tears streaming down my cheeks, throat and jaw sore, but I also felt a strange contentment down in my very soul. Matteo’s grip on my hair turned gentle, his fingers lightly running through my strands, massaging my scalp. My eyes felt heavy, drooping until they closed completely, and I was left in the quiet darkness, gently sucking his cock.

I was in a foggy trance and had no idea how much time had passed. Eventually, he hardened again. He cupped the back of my head and thrust lightly into my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, and he stroked my hair in apology, but kept going. I’d never felt so used or cherished. This was what I wanted—my dominant, controlling husband who still somehow put me first, even as he fucked my face. He came down my throat again, and this time I stayed calm and breathed through it.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” He gently pulled me up so our faces were level. He grabbed tissues off the nightstand and cleaned my face. Then he propped me up so I could drink from a water bottle.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” The slight edge of panic in his gaze made me feel like my chest would burst from happiness.

“No, it was perfect.” I snuggled into his chest. My jaw was sore enough that I knew I wouldn’t be able to repeat that experience for a while, but it had been worth it.

His hands skated down my skin, and he kissed my forehead. “You did so well for me.” His fingers continued down my skin until they reached the juncture of my thighs. “You’re soaked. Did you like being used as my personal fucktoy?”

I bit my lip as he thrust two fingers deep inside me.

“Answer me.” His stern voice was back, demanding my submission.

“Yes, I liked it.” My voice came out in a hoarse whisper and my cheeks burned.

“That’s right, you did. Because you’re perfect for me.”

And with that, he moved his way down my body to repay the favor.