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“That’s right, you’re a good slut for me, baby,” I say as I stroke faster. “Look at you, touching yourself in front of me. I want to fuck you in every hole right now until you’re a dripping, drooling mess. I’ll fuck your mouth first then I’ll take your ass. And I’ll finish in your lovely little cunt when you’re sore and begging for release. Keep going, baby. Go faster. I want to hear the wet sound your messy cunt makes as you fill yourself with your fingers.”
She moans and I spank her ass hard, making her squeal. She goes faster, pleasuring herself as I tell her how beautiful she is obeying my every command and how badly I needed her tonight.
“I’m going to make you my filthy slut,” I growl in her ear then move back and lick her ass, bite it hard, then spit on her cheek. “Clean that off with your fingers and shove it deep into your pussy.”
Her whole body shakes as she rubs my spit deep into her pussy, driving in and out. My tip’s engorged and throbbing, and I’m fucking close just watching her drive her fingers in deep.
“Do you want to come, baby?” I ask and reach forward to pull the panties out of her mouth.
She gasps for air. “God, please, let me come,” she begs, her entire body flushed, a bit of sweat glistening on her back. “Please, Davide.”
“Beg, you filthy girl.”
“Oh, god, let me come, I’m so desperate for it, I need you, Davide. I need you so fucking badly. You leave me all alone and I need you.”
That kills me. I feel my chest crack open and my heart get skewered on her words. With a growl of rage and self-loathing, I pin her down and wrench her arms above her head, and fill her with my cock. I fuck her like a beast, because if she needs me, I should be here for her, should be giving her what she wants. I fuck her rough because I can’t hold back any longer, and I feel her clench down as her entire body comes, her legs kicking and toes curling. I lose myself in her and fill her to the brim as I come seconds after she finishes, the orgasm like a hammer tearing through my body.
I collapse onto the bed with her. She whimpers as I pull her against me. I hold her tight, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she is and how much I needed and missed her and how good she feels.
I brush her lips with mine, making sure she knows that she may be my dirty slut while I’m fucking her, but she’s my dolcezza and my wife when she’s in my arms.
Chapter 22
Davide
In my blissful dream, I’m lying beside a beautiful woman, her body pressed close to mine, and all we’re doing is listening to each other breathe. Nothing more, only the deep, increased peace that comes with being completely at ease with another person. I’ve never experienced it before in my life, but in my dream it’s like heaven, feeling the weight of her body and the warmth of her skin, and knowing that I could kiss her and she would kiss me back, and basking in the strange, foreign safety of that knowledge.
Except my phone starts ringing, and it won’t shut the fuck up.
“What?” I grunt as I roll over and answer. Stefania’s still asleep, the lower half of her body nestled into mine, and I realize I wasn’t dreaming.
I’m in bed with my fucking wife, and I feel incredibly comfortable.
When I should be out stalking the warehouse, barking orders, smoking cigars, and drinking too much whiskey just to keep my nerves calm.
This is so unlike me I almost jump out of bed.
“We’ve got a problem.” It’s Emilio on the other end of the line. He sounds like I should feel: absolute fucking shit. Instead, I got a decent night’s rest, and I’m still totally relaxed from the weird calm I felt while holding Stefania in bed.
I don’t even recognize myself.
“The shipment just showed up,” Emilio’s saying as I stumble into the bathroom. I have to get my shit together because I can’t be lying around in bed with my damn wife like I actually care about her, not when I have Famiglia problems barking at my face.
“And how’s that an issue?” I piss with one hand, not caring if Emilio can hear.
“Well, the truck’s okay, but?—”
“Stop fucking delaying.” I shake my cock and start getting dressed. “What the fuck is wrong?”
“Some of the crates are open and half the weapons are missing.”
I nearly drop the phone. His words hit me like steel-toed boots to my skull, and I have to stand there and stare at the mirror for a few seconds as the implications race along my spinal cord.
“Say that again, and this time, give me every fucking detail you have.”
Emilio fills me in as I finish racing out the door. My truck’s parked out front and I jump behind the wheel, firing it up and switching his call over to Bluetooth.
“Shit seemed totally fine, everything according to schedule, but when we popped open the back half the crates were empty. It didn’t look like anyone broke in, you know what I mean, like all the stuff was packed nice and stacked the way it should’ve been, but there aren’t any fucking guns.”
