Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“You could have just taken me right where we were.”
“Yes, but I want you to rest, my sweet wife, because I plan to wear you out until you’re too boneless to argue with me.” My hands slide up and down her sides, slipping my hands under her skirt and lifting it over her waist.
Her white panties are wet, showing me her slit, so I tear them off. “So fucking sexy.” Parting her thighs, I move between them and breathe in my wife’s scent. Goodness, I love the taste of her pussy, and it’s different now that June’s pregnant. I’ve only gotten more addicted to her, and I have to eat her out daily. “You look and smell delicious. I’m hungry.”
“Thank you, Mr. D’Amato. Please help yourself.” She parts her thighs herself and then rubs her hand in my hair, pushing my face down into her mound. I growl and feast on her hole, licking and munching on her sweetness until she comes on my tongue and chin.
“Mm…I love when you leave a sloppy mess on my face.” I kiss my way up her stomach. “These clothes need to come off, though.” I tug off my shirt, grateful that I’m only wearing a plain black tee and slacks instead of a full suit.
“Yes, they do.” She sits up and lifts her dress over her head, causing her large tits to bounce in her tiny lace bra that barely hides her enlarged nipples. Fuck, since last month, they’ve grown bigger and I’m salivating like a damn wolf ready to devour his prey. “See something else you like?”
“I love everything about your changing body, my lovely wife, but those saucy nipples are peeking through that material.”
“These?” She tugs the material down and her huge breasts are in my face, tempting. Growling, I bend down and latch onto one of them like the greedy bastard that I am. “Damn it, Alessio, I’m so, so…”
“So what, amore?”
“Horny.”
“Good. I need to be inside you.” I move to the other nipple before I kneel in front of her and nestle in between her legs. Her stomach is too large for me to lie on top of her, but I can still fuck my wife deep with just a different angle. Lifting her ass off the mattress, I push my length into her tight hole.
“Alessio, yes.”
“That’s right, baby girl. I’m going to give it to you.” I pump hard and fast, knowing she doesn’t want me to play nice.
“Fuck me, husband.”
“Yes, my love.” Hooking her legs right under the knee, I drill into her wet cunt until the bed rocks hard against the wall and my wife falls apart, coming again. Watching her fall apart sends me over the edge, and I fill her creamy hole.
“You got me fast on that one,” I grunt, coming faster than I want, but we’re only just getting started. We have a lifetime to reach heaven.
June
Five years later
I’m done. Tears well up in my eyes for the third time in two days and I can’t explain it to anyone because no one would understand that my husband doesn’t love me anymore. He hasn’t touched me in a week, hasn’t made love to me in as long, and has made every excuse to run off to Dario’s when he can.
I wonder if he’s having an affair. Last week he came home in different clothes and he’d been gone all night. Something I’d never seen him do before. We’ve never gone this long without sex except after I give birth, and even then, he can’t stop touching me, kissing, and telling me how much he loves me. This is painful. Turning on the shower, I undress and stand under the hot water, letting flow down my back soothing the ache from my workout, but nothing can sooth the broken heart.
He wants to ignore me and the kids, well two can play that game. We’ll just take a little trip and not tell daddy where we’re going. I quickly get out of the shower and dress. After the incident with Michael, I’ve learned to drive myself around and I have a female guard around the house. Maybe she… I gasped, “That bitch.”
“No, she’s more likely into me.” Anyway, I go and get out sons dressed and pack a few things I need. My phone suddenly rings.
“Do you mind telling me where the fuck you think you’re going?”
“What are you talking about, Mr. D’Amato?”
“Excuse me, wife. What did you just call me?”
“By your name.” I can hear the irritation in his voice, but I don’t care. Why is he all of a sudden interested in my activities.
“My sweet rose, we have a problem here. Get your ass in our room right now before I get home.”
“Why the fuck should I take orders from you?”
“Since when do you speak that way around our sons?”