I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/003- The Best Part Of The Plan/

**Victoria’s Point Of View**

I expected Massimo to be heavily skeptical about me proposing he choose me to marry when we hardly knew each other. I expected to work for it but he ... he made it easy. Something about that makes me wonder if I should reevaluate my plan, but the thought was quickly shoved away.

Not by the goal, seeing my ex and best friend’s shock as I marry Massimo. But instead, the thought was shoved away by his tongue. Most lusted after man of the year, he won that twelve times in a row. I never bothered myself with checking out why. I knew he was handsome, but he was nothing more than a client to me.

And now, now I get it. His hands grip my ass, causing me to gasp and moan into his mouth. He pushed his hips between my legs and hoisted me up. Forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. We groaned as his erection pushed against the crotch of my panties.

My fingers slid into his hair, scraping his scalp with my nails and gripping a fistful of his hair. The pain didn’t bother him, and from what I felt... god, it was like he got harder. He wasn’t even naked yet.

The cold surface against my back and the heat coming from his body were two mixes I f*****g loved. Kissing with my mask on wasn’t easy, but I plan on taking it off soon.

Massimo brought one of his hands up, cupping the back of my neck and using it to switch the angle. We didn’t hear the elevator open, just the thud of something made me pull back. His eyes parted slowly, those blues eyes were too damn sharp. They made my body hotter.

He twisted his head and looked at the waiter there. Surely this was going to get out to the public. We’re famous people. They’ll talk for sure. But that’s part of what I want. It’s time the mask came off. The public will know who I am if I’m with Massimo, and I don’t think I give a f**k right now.

Revenge has a way of blinding one's senses.

Massimo moved, taking me with him. He walked past the man, and down the hall.

“What number is your room?” My brain was working on trying to process his words. He chuckled, dipping his head so he brushed his mouth against my throat. “Room number.”

“Oh right, um..” I turned a little and pointed. While he walked, I peeled open my purse so I could hand him my keycard. Once we were inside, Massimo dropped the card onto the basket left by the door. I threw my purse in there as well.

He finally placed me down on my feet, and I wobbled. My knees were struggling to stay still. I watched him roll his jacket off his shoulders, this man was s*x on legs. So f*****g hot. I reached up, my fingers shook as I brought them up to unclasp the buckle holding the mask. I let it fall to the ground.

Massimo scanned my face, his eyes lit up. “Why would you cover up your face? You’re so f*****g beautiful.” my cheeks went red. I wanted a chance to have a bit of normalcy, that’s why I did it. But he was cupping my cheek, and leaning down to press his lips back against mine.

This time he kissed me harder, with much fevor. There was something primal in the way he worked our mouths together, it made me breathless within seconds. I whimper as the back of my knees hit the edge of something.

I tripped back, taking Massimo with me. Thankfully, it was the couch. Or else that would have been painful.

My legs spread wide and we continued kissing as Massimo situated himself between my legs. My hands moved to the center of his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt so I could get my hands on his bare skin.

Massimo threw the shirt off his shoulders once I got to the last button. My fingers felt every crevice of his skin. Every muscle, f**k he was fit as hell.

Massimo pushed his body down, using it to pin me to the couch. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. This time when he pulled back, I could see the way his eyes had darkened. So dangerous, that was my thought.

It made me wetter. What if he was? Something about that was turning me on. He was a man at the top of the world. The one the rich tried to impress. Here I was pinned under him.

My intention had not been to sleep with him tonight. A lot of what I expected didn’t happen.

“You can change your mind now, you know? But if you stay, then we’re really doing this. Not just the s*x, it means you’ll marry me.” he whispered, keeping our eyes locked as he kissed between my breasts. His free hand creeping down to the right slit of the dress. I wanted to be naked. I wanted both of us naked, and f*****g like we were unhinged.

My time spent in the wheelchair had left some aspects of my life unsatisfied. He could give me that satisfaction. Soothe the aches.

His fingers slide over the hem of my panties but he does nothing more.

I pushed my hips up.

“I need your words.”

My words? Did he say something? Right. he... umm...

oh!

“Yes. I know what I want. And you’re not giving it to me, Massimo. I’m a little bit offended.”

He smiled with his teeth showing, there was that primal look again. Like I was prey and he was the predator.

“Allow me to fix that.” Massimo moved his hand from under my dress, dragging it up so he could yank rip through the top half.

I blinked, and cold air hit my bare erect n*****s.

He continued, increasing the torn part until he’d completely destroyed the dress. Being naked, I don’t even count the lace white panties, in front of him was something else. His eyes gathered everything. I must have been a sight. Torn pieces of my dress were still on my skin, my underwear on and my heels still hooked around my ankles.

I couldn’t fit the puzzles together. How could he be Enzo’s father? He was a different kind of lover. They were in two different leagues. f**k, it’s like getting to drink water for the first time in months.

Massimo brought his mouth back to mine as his fingers rubbed me through the underwear. I groaned and he swallowed it. Responding with a sound of his own. This kiss was harder, and he owned me through it. The desire made my body lax. I let him do what he wanted.

With the way he kissed, f**k I would let him do anything at any time. That should have worried me, but it didn’t. Hell, it’s fading away, right? The thought, the worry. Gone.

His erection rested on the side of my hip. My fingers clenched, I forgot he had them in a tight grip. I wanted to touch him too. My body shuddered as pleasure rocked through it. He finally pushed my panties to the side. His fingers dipped into my wetness, and Massimo made a noise that my brain couldn’t register.

He strokes softly, teasing me. Letting me know what he could do without actually giving me what I wanted. He had me feeling like a virgin.

“Ahh~”

He released my hands and gripped my thighs hard. I was moving from one level of pleasure to the other when his face went between my legs. He took his fingers out, and his tongue-

“f**k, Massimo.” my hands shot out to cup his head. My back arched, and my vision was blinded by the desire he was pulling out of me. Enzo didn’t like to do this. I never pushed. But I didn’t have to ask Massimo, he went for it.

Like I was the best dessert. I couldn’t think. Why bother when he could short-circuit my brain through my p***y?

He brought his hands into the mix, sliding one up to play with my t**s while the other accompanied his tongue. Two fingers pushing whenever his tongue came out drove me closer to the edge so fast. I needed more of him.

This would come with being married to it. A bonus. And people thought revenge was unrewarding. I ground back against his appendages.

The edge of a delightful orgasm.

Massimo is a f*****g shark. Like he knew it was c*m- coming, so he removed his fingers and tongue. I panted, ready to complain when a sight just as good as that orgasm would have been, hit me. We hadn’t turned on the lights but the curtains were open so his skin was basking in the glow of the moonlight.

He looked powerful as he sat up and unbuckled his trousers. His face glistened with my juices, and he maneuvered his tongue around to lick his lips.

“Do you have lube here?”

I tried to remember what was in the complementary basket. Yeah. There was lube and condoms.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Go and get it, then position yourself at the edge of the bed.” he wanted me to walk. I grunted, something about the command did this to my willpower. I rolled off the couch and crawled since I knew walking was out of the way.

The basket was on the dresser next to the bed. I knocked it to the ground and grabbed the condom and lube before managing to get myself on the bed. Thankfully he’d said the edge because I was knackered out.

I turned my head, catching a view of Massimo as he made his way towards me. His thick hard c**k between his legs. Had he left nothing for Enzo?

My jaw dropped, I stared and boy did I continue to stare until I couldn’t see him anymore. That monster pressed between my ass cheeks as he leaned against the curve of my spine. He gathered the items from my hand, and his mouth paused at my neck.

“You’re going to get me your test results by the end of the week.”

What was he implying?

“f**k, you said-”

“Oh don’t worry, I meant it. I don’t want children, but I do love to breed my woman.”

Yeah, try to tell me that isn’t a primal command right there. This is s**t I can’t get from Google. Why would his wife divorce him? s*x is enough.

It feels so good.

I heard the sound of the condom wrapper being torn off. Massimo made swift work of putting on the condom and lubing up his c**k. I’d love to see that. Perhaps I can get him to-

I lost track of where that sentence was going once I felt the push of his c**k head. He took his time, slowly making me feel the girth and allowing me to adjust to it. He didn't pause until his hips touched my ass.

He rolled his hips, and I parted my lips. I couldn’t even moan. I’d been so close before. The slow rotation felt so good. So f*****g good. My lashes fluttered. I fought to keep them open.

After a few minutes he pulled back, leaving just the tip inside, then he slammed back.

“f**k, massimo~”

“Sì, pronuncia il mio nome.” I groaned, he was asking me to say his name more. And I did. It was probably the only syllable that could come out of my mouth right now. That and fuuckkk.

I took several language lessons as a hobby. Speaking to an Italian was easy. Even with my head spinning dizzy with pleasure.

He picked up the pace, taking me harder and harder. My fingers clutched the sheets. I moaned louder. I couldn’t help it. My brain was going numb. Everything felt too good, the sound of our hips smacking, the feel of his c**k stretching out my p***y, his mouth biting hickies onto my skin... everything added up and I was cumming before my mind could register it.

I heard someone scream, and god I hope that waist me. The whole hotel probably heard me. They likely knew I was getting f****d silly.

“Questa è la mia brava ragazza.”

I was his good girl. That’s a pretty possessive thing to say to a girl you’d barely known. But he was still working my body with that beautiful c**k and I would agree to anything in this moment.

Massimo is not what I expected. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It feels f*****g great!