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“He gave her husband the golden orange tree as her dowry. And that is why our family always celebrates new marriages with oranges. One day, my sweet girl,” she says as she brushes the white strands of hair out of my face. “One day, a king will come calling for you.”
Odd-looking? How could anyone call her odd-looking? She’s positively fucking ethereal. Her long, pin-straight hair is whiter than the dress she’s wearing, and even from here, I can see that her eyes are so blue they’re almost violet. Her skin is translucent and shimmering in the sunlight.
It makes me irrationally jealous. I want to rip the umbrella from her grip. I should be the one to protect her.
“È un piacere conoscerti, mia piccola luna.” It’s nice to meet you, my little moon.
“Why do you call me that?” she asks as she takes a bite of chicken. “Little moon,” she mocks. “Because I am pale?”
“Because you glow, Aurora.” Her eyes widen slightly, giving me just enough of a reaction to know that she’s pleased. “You radiate. You take my breath away.”
“I want to lay you down on this bed and taste every inch of your body. I want to eat you until you scream my name loud enough that the guests hear you on the other side of the house.” I kiss the side of her mouth and move to whisper in her ear. “I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours stretch for the first time as I sink my cock inside of you.”
“I wanted to take ahold of this pretty hair and push my dick so deep into your throat that your eyes water and you struggle to breathe.” Her lips slip further down my shaft. “I’m torn between coming down that tight throat or saving it all to fill up that sweet pussy.”
“You’ll swallow every drop, sì?” She tries to nod. “You will swallow everything I have to give you, and it will make me so proud, mia piccola luna.”
“Is this important to you?” I gesture to the fabric, and she shakes her head. “No, I only got it for—” Her words are cut off with a gasp as I rip it clean from her body, right down the middle.
“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth. Say it again.”
“Going to rip those, too, husband?”
“I am going to fill this pretty pink pussy up with so much cum, you’ll feel me dripping between your thighs for days. And this belly,” I growl like a man possessed as I run the palm of my
hand across the soft curve. “This belly is going to grow round with our baby.”
“I am happy that you are mine,” she sighs. “And I am lucky that you are mine.”
“You don’t need it,” I tell her. “You are beautiful with and without your makeup. But on the days you want to wear it, I’ll learn how to apply it and do it for you if you like. That way, you don’t have to strain your eyes or worry that it’s coming out crooked.”
“Is this what it’s like for everyone?” she asks. “What do you mean, Principessa?” “Does everyone get this lucky? To be so happy with who they’ve been paired with?” She pulls back and looks me in my eyes. “No, baby,” I tell her, running my fingers through the soft strands of her hair. “No one is as lucky as I am.”
Fuck, I love stretch marks. There is nothing sexier than a woman’s body. I love the curves, the stretch marks, the hair…
“Do I need to get off your lap, husband?” she asks, her voice filled with mischief as she looks back at me over her shoulder. “Careful, little tease,” I tell her, kissing her shoulder as she takes another bite. “Or I’ll bend you over the balcony when we get back to our room and fuck you until you can’t stand any longer.”
