Page 95 of Forgotten Deal

“Sure. Whose wedding this time?”

Fabio brings my left hand to his mouth, placing a kiss over my ring. “Mine.”

“By the power vested in me by the State of New Jersey, I now pronounce you man and wife,” the clerk announces.

I shift my bundle of purple chrysanthemums as Fabio pulls me close, cupping my cheeks. “All in, Kitty Kat.”

“All in, Mr. Psycho.”

He narrows his eyes. “That’s not my pet name.”

“Yes it is.” I throw my arms around him and hop into his arms, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him in a wildly inappropriate manner.

The clerk nervously clears her throat as we ignore her, attacking each other with our tongues and teeth. He carries me out of her office with his hands on my ass, down the hallway of a stuffy government building, past shocked employees.

He staggers to the parking lot with me still wrapped around him. Making his SUV chirp with his key fob, he opens the back door and tosses me inside, crawling in beside me and closing the door. Reclining the seat, he pulls me on top of his lap as he struggles to get his belt undone.

I knock his hands away, removing his belt for him and unbuttoning his pants as we continue to attack each other with our tongues and teeth. I get his dick free, hiking my dress up and moving my panties to the side as I rise up on my knees. “Close your eyes, I need to take out my?—”

He’s already reached down and gently pulled out my tampon, giving it a toss before slamming my hips down on his dick before I can finish my sentence.

“Fuck,” we both cry in unison, me throwing my head back. A knock on the window has me startled; to my utter mortification, Fabio begins to roll the window down. I try to climb off him, but he digs his hands into my hips—keeping me firmly planted on his dick. I quickly straighten my dress to hide us as best I can.

“Can’t you see I’m fucking my new wife?” Fabio barks at the security guard, and I nearly fall off his dick.

“Sorry, Mr. Mazza.” The man’s cheeks heat.

“Make sure we’re not disturbed again,” Fabio orders, rolling up his window.

“You are so fucking crazy!”

He smirks. “And you love it.”

“I do.” I moan, rolling my hips as I grab onto his shoulders.

He leans in and sucks a patch of my skin below my ear, and I give up on trying to stop this man and his hickey fetish, running my nails through his hair. “Everyone’s going to know who you belong to,” he threatens violently when he releases my skin with a pop. “I’m going to mark you. Collar you. Breed you. You’ll be mine in every fucking way.”

“Yes,” I moan, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck as I move my hips faster, his words causing my pussy to strangle his dick.

“Oh no you don't.” He grips me by the hair, jerking my head up; his other hand snakes down, finding my clit. He begins rubbing back and forth. “Eyes on me. I’ve dreamed of this moment my entire life. I want to watch my new wife come undone for me.”

“So make me come undone,” I goad him, working my hips faster.

“Such a bad girl,” he grits, rubbing my clit faster and faster. “Fucking me right here where anyone could see how wet I make this pussy. Sliding all over my dick, about to squirt for her husband. Maybe I should’ve let the guard watch. Maybe I should carry you to the front steps of the city hall right now and fuck you so everyone can see who you belong to,” he threatens.

“Oh my God, yes!” I throw my head back as my orgasm nearly knocks me off his lap.

“Fuck, Katerina!” Fabio grits, thrusting up into me fast and hard until warm jets of cum fill me.

I collapse, laying my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around me. He holds me for a few minutes, us just basking in the insane perfection of it all.

Fabio tugs gently on a strand of curls, and I lift my chin to look at him. “While I’d love to drive with you on my dick, for both of our safety, I need you to climb off me.”

I stick my tongue out at him, and he chuckles. “Where are we going?”

“First, the bakery to tell your mother; on to Newark to meet my nonna; and then I’m gonna come clean to the boss about us and let the chips fall where they may. But you’re out of the game.”

“Fabio, I don’t want you getting in trouble with your boss. I’ll go to the party?—”

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