Carlo
Emily was straddling me, her back to me, moving with a rhythm that was faster and bolder than ever. Every bounce and every roll of her hips drove me insane. This position allowed the deepest penetration possible, and I loved it.
My hands gripped her ass, kneading those firm, perfect cheeks. I couldn’t help myself. I slipped a finger between them, gently circling her tight hole. I hadn’t claimed that spot yet. I was waiting for the right moment. But fuck, the way she moaned when I touched her there...
Her pace grew frantic, her moans turned to cries. The way she clenched around me, the shiver in her thighs, the desperation in her movements, I knew she was close. So I let go too, slamming into her until we came together, loud and messy and fucking perfect.
That’s one of the things I loved most about her—the way she came. Her whole body shook like she was being electrocuted, wild and helpless. I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her down to lie on top of me, her skin slick and trembling against mine.
One hand drifted over her stomach, the other cupped her tits. As her breathing slowed, I slid my fingers lower, to that dripping slit. My cum was leaking out of her, slow and steady. Fuck, I loved that sight. I rubbed it over her belly, then up to her chest, spreading it across her skin. Mine. All mine.
She laughed. “Marking your territory, huh, my big bear?”
I gently bit her earlobe, catching it softly between my teeth. “I want you like this twenty-four seven. Covered in my cum. Inside and out.”
Her laugh turned into giggles. “Pretty sure that’s not medically possible.”
Then she rolled onto her stomach, draped over my body, her lips brushing against mine. I grabbed her ass with both hands and kissed her back. She was going to kill me. The more I had her, the more I needed her. Letting her out of my sight felt impossible now.
“My lawyer called today. Divorce’s final,” I said.
Her head popped up, and I added, “That means we can get married.”
She sat straight up, eyes wide, face glowing. Then she punched my shoulder with a laugh. “You sneaky bastard! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Well, as far as I remember, the second I walked in, you pounced on me. And baby, you know what happens when those pretty lips of yours touch my cock, brain function goes straight out the window.”
She chuckled and leaned down to kiss me, all warmth and sweetness. Then suddenly, she bounced off the bed like a kid on Christmas morning, her tits jiggling with every step. My cock twitched instantly. Fuck me, I was hard again.
She jumped back on the bed, eyes sparkling. “Can I go into town tomorrow to pick a wedding dress with Giorgio?”
“I’ll take you myself.”
She instantly pouted. “No, you won’t. You’re not allowed to see the dress before the wedding.”
Her expression shifted, lips pursed, brows scrunched a little like she was already planning a dozen details in her head. Then she tilted her head and asked, “By the way... what kind of wedding are we having?”
I reached out and ran my knuckles along her jaw. “What kind do you want?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I don’t have family here. Just becoming your wife is more than enough. But…” She smiled a little. “I won’t lie, I do want to wear a white dress. I want you to see me in it.”
I propped myself up on one elbow and brushed my thumb across her cheek. “Besides being Capo, I’m a businessman. We’ll need a big wedding, partners, city officials, the works. Anything less would look weak. But I should tell you... I won’t be able to give you much attention during the wedding. Or stand there saying some poetic vow. In our world, loving a woman openly is a weakness.”
She squeezed my hand, her eyes soft and understanding. “That’s okay. You can tell me your vows after the wedding. It’ll stay between us.”
The way she always got it, that calm, quiet grace of hers, it fucking undid me. I held her hand tighter.
“Actually,” I said, “I’ve got a better idea.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Pack for two nights,” I murmured. “We’re going on a trip tomorrow.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
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