𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮í𝘰

Bonus chapter 15.

Her.

"Leo."-  I moaned wantonly, squeezing the sheets firmly, as his rock-hard, thick, throbbing, veiny 10 inched rammed into me from behind. 

I am flat on my chest, arms extended forward, bum and hips up in the air as my legs are apart. His large, veiny, inked hand is pulling my hair, arching me into his hard, vigorous, rugged, tattooed body.

"Oh, fuck."- I whimpered, gripping the sheets in death grip, feeling him rub my core. 

"Not yet, baby."- spoke tantalisingly, huskily Leo, roughly fucking me from behind, making me moan softly. 

"I cannot."- I murmured, unable to hold it in. 

"You can and you will, bambina."- stated smokily Leo, slamming into my wet core, hitting delirious spot again. 

I bit my lip, desperately holding back from climaxing, moaning and whimpering as his monstrous 10 inches pounded into me. He gripped my bum firmly with his other hand, squeezing and groping it as he pleased. 

"Fuck."- muttered coarsely Leonardo, harshly squeezing my bum as he pulled out and spilled on my bum, as I hit mind-blowing orgasm, moaning softly in ecstasy. 

He let go of my hair and kissed my back tenderly, rubbing my sore and red bum gently, soothing down the slight tingle of pain, which is result of spanking, squeezing and groping. I smiled tiredly as he lightly turned me around, hoovering over my small frame. 

"Happy birthday, handsome."- I said genuinely, capturing his plump, full lips with ideal cupid-bow in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. 

Leo smiled softly and held my waist lovingly, deepening the kiss more, his velvety tongue roaming around every corner of my mouth. 

Nearly 2 weeks passed by peacefully: no drama, no danger, no intrusions, no frustration. Everything is perfect. 

Today is August 24th - birthday of my sexy, dreamy, exceedingly handsome husband, who is turning 34. The older he gets, the hotter and the more delicious he gets. But quiet frankly, Leo looks doesn't like he is nearly in his mid-thirties, not at all. 

Alas, we cannot go on a trip, just like we always do, since the we both have very crucial meetings and projects to work on. Kids also have trainings for matches and competitions going on, so they shouldn't skip practises. 

But that a bit unpleasant part didn't stop us from having marvellous celebrations: kids made daddy festive breakfast and gifted him the cutest, the most beautiful cards, as well as a few things we got together. My gift is brand-new Ferrari, which came out mere 2 days ago, and new Cartier hand watch with custom-made details. 

And as to what went down mere minutes ago, that is like a one more part of his surprises from me. My new, lavish, sheer, black lingerie is now nothing more than shreds and the sheets, which were changed only yesterday, are a complete mess because we spend heaven knows how long in bed, fucking and kissing as if we didn't do it last night or the night before it. 

Bambinos are already in school as we dropped them off after breakfast. Once we came home - we locked up in the bedroom and spend who knows how long here.

"Mhm, this is definitely happy birthday."- he spoke devilishly, kissing and caressing my bare chest lushly, making me bite my lip as I smiled at his cute self. 

It is so sexy and heartwarming how he can go from the man, who fucks me raw, spanks me until my bum is red and aching, kissed me carnally until I am panting for air, gives me hickeys, pulls my hair, chokes me, dirty talks  so scandalously and lewdly, eats me out like he has never ate before, makes me come in mere minutes to the man, who kisses me dotingly, confesses sincere I love yous to me, cuddles like a cute puppy, peppers my face with fond kisses, nuzzled his dreamy face in my neck and hair.