Page 27 of Mafia Wedding

I know it's Stelios ordering me without words to cum, and my body hasn't any trouble obeying this all at once.

Orgasm pounds through my body in an instant, and the way he laps up every drop of my release only makes me cum even harder and longer.

I cum and cum and cum until my knees finally buckle, and my smirking husband comes to my rescue as he sweeps me up in his arms.

Stelios carries me to the dressing room and sets me down by the vanity. My husband has always enjoyed towel-drying my hair, but it's the first time he's doing this with both of us naked.

My throat dries as I stare at our reflection in the three-panel mirror of my vanity, and I find myself wetting my lips every time my husband moves to this side and that, and I catch a glimpse of his fully engorged cock.

Am I imagining things or has his erection somehow gotten longer?

"Something wrong, Mrs. Diamandis?"

My gaze flies up to him in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "Um...no, there's not...I mean, w-why would you think something's wrong?"

My heart skips a beat as he bends down, and I can only swallow hard as his breath caresses my ear just before whispering, "It's your nipples, wife."

Oh God!

"A woman's nipples can turn pointed because of either fear...or arousal." His gaze locks with mine through our shared reflection in the mirror. "Which is it for you?"

"F-Fear, of course!" I try to cover myself just to prove my point even though I know I'm lying through my teeth, but I've barely lifted my arms when I see my husband's gaze narrow.

"Don't even think of it."

My arms fall limply against my sides at the warning, and satisfaction flashes over my husband's gorgeous face.

"Good girl."

He takes my hand to guide me back up to my feet, and my breath catches anew as his lips tease and nibble over the wet parts of my body before they're towel-dried. He starts with the corner of my mouth before moving down to the side of my neck and all the way to the valley between my breasts.

There isn't an area of my body that his lips haven't crossed, from the sensitive flesh of my belly to my trembling thighs. It's like being seduced and played with at the same time, and I'm once again at my limit when he kneels down and lifts my foot to his mouth.

Oh God, there he goes again.

My husband's gaze demands for my attention as he lazily sucks on my toes, and it's just too, too much that I can no longer wait.

"Please, Stelios."

I never thought I'd be the kind of girl to beg for her husband's touch, but pride has ceased to matter at this point.

"Please..."

He finally releases my toe and gently lowers my foot back to the rug.

"Please..."

"Tell me what you want, wife."

"P-Please fuck me, husband."

Planting seeds

HIS WIFE DESTROYED his control with those four words, and Stelios heard her choke out a laugh as he tossed her over his shoulder.

"Stelios!"

She was laughing even as he dropped her on their king-sized bed, but the sound soon turned into a whimper as he pinned her down with his body.

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