Page 128 of Luca

Pulling her up, I say, “Mettiti a pecorina.” As I help her over, I repeat in English, “Put yourself in doggie.”

She positions herself in the center of the sofa, holding onto the cushions, her scrumptious ass swaying back and forth in front of my hungry dick. The sight of her perfect backside and those damn shoes is going to cause an embarrassing end to ourfirst fuck as husband and wife. I choke the end of my cock, hoping I can hold back long enough to get inside her.

My mind conjures up the most disgusting things I can think of to last a little longer.

The cornbread and milk concoction George was eating at work.

Going to the bathroom after George has just finished.

The onions in his socks.

Nope. Nothing’s working. Might as well hold on for the ride. This is going to be quick.

I grab ahold of her hips, slamming into her. Her moans and the feel of my balls slapping against her swollen pussy are going to be my undoing.

“I need you to come, baby.” I watch as she squeezes the cushions harder and slap her luscious ass.

“Oh god.”

“Come all over your husband’s fat cock, Cucciolotta.” I growl.

She cries out once more, and I can feel her body tightening like a coil.

I pound into her so hard, shocked I haven’t pushed her into the wall. “Fuck. Fuck. Sto venendo.”

“Luca!” she screams as her body starts to quake. The feel of her shuddering around me snaps through the last of my restraint. With one more thrust, I empty inside her. Pulse, after pulse, I push as deep as I can, giving her every drop.

Moving her hair over her shoulder, I kiss the back of her neck. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

“What?” she pants.

“I didn’t think married sex could possibly beat what we already had.”

She collapses underneath me. “Every day gets better and better with you, Mr. King.”

“And now, it’s official.” I chuckle. “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive, Mrs. King.”

“I’ll thank you again later if you can help me to the bathroom. I’m going to have to do some serious repair work if I don’t want to spend the rest of our reception fending off comments about where we’ve been.”

Pulling her up to a standing position, I give her a chaste kiss.

“Can I please take these off now?”

“Yes. But save them for later.” I wink.

Twenty minutes later, we walk back to the reception hand in hand, grinning like two teenagers who just made out under the bleachers. She’s swinging a more comfortable pair of sandals in her hands, hoping the excuse that her shoes were hurting will suffice once questions arise.

We’ve barely made it back to our seats when everyone is clinking their glasses and whistling.

Busted.

I pull my wife into me and plant a huge kiss on her sweet lips as our loved ones clap louder. She smiles a wide, toothy grin beneath my mouth, causing me to laugh.

Looking down at her, it’s clear. I may have been born into a nightmare, but now… I’m living a fairytale life.

The End.

Matteo is the next Bianchi Brother to release.

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