And as I pulled the blanket down her body, I couldn’t help but admire her curves. I loved the fullness of her hips and her weighty tits that were more than a generous handful. I have no intention of fucking her today.
After last night, I knew she was going to be sore, so I’m going to take my time and allow her to come to her senses, even though all I want to do is pound inside her pussy and not stop. I want to fill her with my child.
Until my sister was taken, I had every intention of living a normal life—finding a woman, settling down, becoming a father. That was my life. Working with my dad, building our company, because my father had been working so long to give me something to build with my children. It was normal. It was safe.
Then it all changed, from the moment she was taken.
It was like a nightmare became my life, and that sense of family was replaced with a dark need for vengeance. I uncovered the dark seedy side of the world.
I loved my mom and adored my sister, and they meant the world to me. I get the whole equality thing, and I agree with it. But I also believed in taking care of what was yours. Especially when it came to family. My mom and sister were my family, and it was ingrained inside me to take care of them. I wanted to take care of every person in my world. Like Alba, she was my wife, and I would take care of her.
So, to discover that cops and high-end officials were paid to look the other way, and they did so because they loved their lifestyle, it became impossible for me to ignore. My sister being found and treated like nothing was the final straw. I couldn’t go back to my own little darkness knowing what I knew. I had to fight it, and that is exactly what I did. Most might have run away screaming.
They took everything from me, and in doing that, they didn’t fill me with fear, they filled me with the knowledge I had absolutely nothing to lose. I came to learn quickly that a man with nothing to lose was a dangerous thing. I would push myself into circumstances that most men feared. I didn’t care. Until Alba, death would have been a welcome relief from the pain that filled my every waking moment.
I wanted to kill. That thirst I once had for life was removed to destroy.
The Serra Mafia thought they were indestructible, but the moment you started to play in their world, like all civilizations built on a lie, they easily fell apart. They forgot about me and the girl they killed that started this. Taking my sister was the first mistake they made. Killing my family, the second. The third mistake, and their most fatal, was leaving me alive.
I pushed all those thoughts out of my mind as I leaned forward. I had taken the only thing good about the Serra Mafia, and she belonged to me now. I would keep her safe and protect her.
I took her nipple into my mouth, and I felt her start to wake. I didn’t bite down, but the temptation to do exactly that was strong. Holding off, I moved to her other nipple, then turned on the bed so I straddled her legs.
“Morning,” she said.
“Good morning.” I let go of her nipple and kissed down the valley of her tits. I couldn’t help pressing them together and kissing each nipple in turn.
Letting them go, I had a journey I needed to make, and it was one I was excited to get to. Kissing down her body, I took my time, enjoying every second with her as she moaned and writhed beneath me. This was my woman, my world.
When I got to her pussy, I had moved myself between her spread legs and ran my hands up her thighs. I stroked my fingers across that small patch of hair and spread open her pussy lips, to find her pretty little cunt. She let out a moan, and I loved the sounds she made as they echoed throughout the room.
My dick was rock-hard, and I just wanted to fuck her so hard and so fast, but I held myself back. For now, I was going to lick her pussy. She was going to be sore, because last night I hadn’t stopped and had made love to her a second time, because I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Today, I was going to give her that space.
She arched up against me, and I took that little nub between my teeth, biting down just a little bit, and she cried out. Soothing out that pain, I pressed the flat of my tongue to her clit, and then wriggled back and forth, working her up to a fever pitch.
Alba gasped and moaned as I focused all my attention on that sweet little nub, and my only intention was to taste her, to feel her come beneath my onslaught. I felt the change within her as her orgasm started to grip her, and it built. I didn’t want to let her go.
She went higher and higher, and I held her, loving every ounce of pleasure I created in her body.
My name spilled from her lips as I took her to that peak and didn’t let her go. When she finally came apart, I slid my hands under her ass, holding her up to me, and I kept licking at her clit. She shook beneath me, and I slowed down my ministrations so she could handle each touch. The moment it was done, I pressed a kiss to her clit and sat up.
My cock was rock-hard. It was so hard, it was painful.
Alba sat up and shocked me as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I gripped her hips. “What are you doing?”
“It’s your turn.”
“No, I’m not going to do that,” I said. “You’re sore.”
“But I want to.” She nibbled her lip. Did she even realize how sexy she looked doing that? “And I read a lot.”
I had no idea what her reading had to do with this.
She hesitated and then reached out, and her fingers wrapped around my length. “From all the books I’ve read, I know there is more I can do for you other than sex.”
Okay, I knew what she was getting at, and trust me, it’s not like I’d never had oral sex before, but coming from my wife, the glint in her eye and how she made it sound, it turned me on in more ways than I could imagine. I was already aching and it was painful.
