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I cover her lips with mine, kissing her deeply. When we finally break apart, she's gulping in breaths, and I'm running my hands over her face adoringly, and then I kiss her again because I can't help it. One taste of her will never be enough. Mytesoro, my Gracie, my everything.
Epilogue
Three Years Later
Massimo
As it turns out,marrying Grace is all we needed to get Doyle under our thumb. Now he listens to us and is in the process of making restitution for all the chaos he caused my family. He's frequently reminded that the only reason he isn't dead is by the grace of Grace. She wanted to get to know her father, and surprisingly enough, the man truly does seem to have a soft spot for her, despite the fact that he was never there for her growing up.
I suppose I get it, though. He did what he thought he had to do to keep her safe, though he could have kept her safe anyway and still been a part of her life had he not been hell-bent on wreaking havoc on my father. But that’s neither here nor there.
I look at my Gracie now. Her belly is swollen with our second child. She’s the perfect mafia queen. My father stepped down and retired from his position, handing the reins over to me after my show of strength when I refused to give him Grace. He claims that's how he knew I was ready—when I had something to believe in and to stand up against him for. He'd have done the same thing for my mother.
Although I'm not sure my father is entirely supportive of my decision to keep Doyle alive and paying restitution, he follows my lead and bows to my power now. Just because he used to be the previous mafia king doesn't mean that he doesn't know his place in the new order. He defers to me in all matters, setting a good example for the rest of our organization. He knows the men are watching and that it’s important for him to lead by example in our world. I am grateful to him for that.
I walk up behind Grace and wrap my arms around her, pushing her hair to the side to drop a kiss along the nape of her neck.
She places her hands atop mine where they're spread across her pregnant belly and leans back into my embrace. Her sweet berry scent envelops me, and I can't help it. I inhale deeply. “I should make a perfume of you. We could bottle your scent and sell it. We’d make a killing,” I tell her in between laving kisses along the creamy column of her throat. “But no,” I growl as realization hits me. “I'd be too jealous of other men getting to smell your sweetness.”
“Massimo,” Grace moans my name, and I already know what she wants. I smile as I guide her hands to hold onto the rail of the white picket fence of our luxury country cottage. Once my wife told me that she’d dreamed of having her own little cottage out in the country, I made it happen.
Of course, there are some compromises involved in it. We are outside the city yet still close enough where I can get to work as needed, and our cottage isn't a tiny little one-bedroom affair like she had originally planned. In fact, “cottage” is probably a stretch for what it is. I made sure it was designed in classic cottage architectural style, but we've got several rooms within our estate and plenty of land to make sure no one can ever come build next to us. I got the white picket fence she never thought she’d have just to complete her dream.
Our two-year-old is down for nap time with her nanny watching her. At first, Grace balked at the idea of bringing in a nanny. She wants to spend every moment she can with our children. It's important to her since she grew up without parents for us to be very present in our children's lives, and that's okay with me because my wife and baby girl are my everything. Jade has her mother's green eyes and my dark hair—and a sassy little attitude to boot. She's going to be a heartbreaker when she gets older, and I’ll probably go to jail for murdering any boy that looks at her.
I finally talked my stubborn wife into hiring a nanny so we could still have a bit of alone time.
I place my hand on my wife's rounded belly again. “How is our son doing?”
He hears me apparently and answers himself as I feel a kick in my wife's belly.
“As impatient as his father,” she laughs.
“Impatient?” I say in mock outrage. “I don’t think you give me enough credit. I held myself back from tasting your lips for weeks,tesoro. I stayed away from this beautiful little virgin cunt with more control than a better man. I think I'm a very patient man.”
She snorts. “But once you did kiss me, it was like bam! We're getting married.”
I tilt her head back to meet her eyes as I grin down at her. “What can I say? That pussy locked me down after one lick.”
Her face colors, and my grin only widens. I love I can still make my wife blush like an innocent young virgin. “Now spread your pretty little legs and remind me of why I married you.”
Grace immediately obeys, gasping whenever she feels my tongue licking her folds from behind. I spread her ass cheeks and grab a handful of her ass in both my hands, massaging her gently as I continue to drink from the nectar between her legs. I eat her out until her legs are shaking and my cock is dripping like a faucet that's been left on. She’s so wet all it takes is one thrust to have me seated inside her.
She’s still so tight it’s all she can do to take the entire length and girth of me. She does beautifully, though, as always.
The muscles of her sweet cunt are gripping and sucking on me greedily as I saw myself in and out of her. I'm not ten pumps in before I feel my balls churning.
As always, our bodies are in tune, and my wife is right there with me. She splays her hand on top of mine that's gripping her hip and screams out my name as her pussy falls open all around me.
“Yes,tesoro.” I feel my cock swell as I begin to pump my load deep into her.
“I love you, Massimo.”
Grace’s sweet voice telling me she loves me warms my heart. I cradle her in my arms with her back against my chest, my cock still inside her as we ride out the afterglow of our coupling.
“I love you too, Gracie, my treasure.”
THE END
