Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Don’t say that, Joey,” Zio Gabriele entered the room with his wife on his arm.
“It’s so good to see you back in town,” Joey said, shaking his hand.
“Love comes at you hard and fast. You never know when the right woman will knock you on your ass. Am I right or what, Elio?”
“Damn right.”
“Ooh, I want to read that one,” Leonora squealed.
“You can borrow it. I have a feeling I’m not going to finish it for a couple of days.”
“That’s for sure,” Elio growled, picking me up from the sofa and carrying me right out of the room.
Elio
Where the hell is that woman?
Six years and I still can’t trust her in a changing room. I rushed into the place, hating that I got paranoid like she’d disappear again. As I threw open the curtain, she sat at the edge of the seat in tears.
“Cara, tell me what’s wrong? Why the fuck are you crying?”
“It doesn’t fit.” She was half dressed, the black gown at her waist and her expensive, well fit bra that covered her massive tits was showing.
“So pick out a larger size,” I suggested. She looked up at me and more tears erupted. Lately she’d been extremely emotional, a little too emotional at the slightest things.
“I’ve gotten fat,” she sobbed, slapping my chest. “You’re still handsome and virile and I’m a cow.”
“Enough,” I snarled. I stepped out of the curtain and walked up to the sales associate. “I need the store for an hour. Everyone out. Now.”
“Sir, I can’t do that,” a twenty-two-year-old punk who definitely eyed my wife when she walked in.
“I booked the store for my wife today.”
“But that still means an employee has to be here to help Miss Ana with her fittings.”
“It’s Mrs. DeSalvo, and I assure you the only one that is going to help my wife is me. So beat it or you’ll be crawling out of here. Go to lunch.” I handed the young man a hundred and sent him packing. Although I shouldn’t have given him shit, but I didn’t the cops called and fuck up my plans.
I walked to Peter. “Make sure everyone is out and no one enters until I say so.”
I went back inside and found my wife putting her clothes back on. She had her sweater over her head and only her midriff was still showing. “Well, that was a waste of time.”
“What do you mean?” she asked as she fixed it into place.
“Take those off now.”
“I’m not trying anything else on. I’m just not going to the gala.”
“I said take those fucking clothes off now.”
I spun her around to face the mirrors and lifted up the sweater she wore into the place. Her massive tits always turned me on. With each of our three boys they were even bigger to my delight. “Put you’re fucking hands on the wall, Cara. Do as I tell you or I’m going to get even more pissed than I am right now.”
“This needs to go too.” I grabbed the hem of the leggings she wore and tugged them down to her feet. “Step out of them before I rip them off.”
“Why are you?”
“Shush. What is my number one rule for everyone when it comes to you?”
“I don’t know.”
I grabbed her around the throat as I stared at her through our reflection, and asked, “Do you want to repeat that same answer?”
“I…” I swatted her ass.
“No one disrespects me.”
“Yes, amore. You’re right. You, my loving bride, my queen, my world, my obsession, you have broken that rule. Now what am I going to do about it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m going to teach you some respect.” I swatted her sexy, thick ass that I wanted to bite, so I did. I dropped to my knees and bit down on that soft flesh. She gasped and then moaned as I massaged it.
“You drive me crazy, Miss Ana,” I growled, thinking how sexy she was that young man wanted my woman. The jealous husband in me wanted him here to listen to her cries and she came on my tongue. I parted her pussy lips and swiped my tongue all across her wet slit.
I pulled my mouth away to say, “Damn baby, you’re so juicy for me. It’s all for me, right?”
“Always.” My face returned to her delicious pussy, devouring it while she fought back the urge to scream.
“Hands on the fucking wall, Ana Maria,” I ordered.
“Someone could hear us.”
“Let them. Then they’ll know you’re mine. If you don’t listen I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t stop.” She did as I demanded.
“Good girl.” I plunged two fingers into her sloppy wet cunt that loved to be disrespected by me in the middle of a dressing room. She cried out, coming on my tongue and soaking my face. With my other hand I used that useless dress to dry off some of the stick mess on my scruff.