Page 32 of Mafia Wedding

Well, today is sorta like that, but better...since the first thing I realize when I open my eyes is that I'm naked and lying on top of the...world's hottest husband.

"Good morning, wife."

My toes curl hard at the purr in his voice, and I find myself following blindly as he guides me to sit up...before pulling me down to impale me with his mammoth-sized cock.

Oh, dear Lord.

"I've been waiting for almost an hour to do this," Stelios whispers.

"You s-should've just w-woken me up—-" It's so hard to be coherent when every forceful pump of his cock has the walls of my pussy stretching and throbbing at the same time.

"You needed sleep—-" He reaches up to cup my face. "And I was happy to watch you sleep."

I'm torn between laughing and swooning. Only Stelios can touch me so gently...while saying something crazy-obsessive—-aaaah!

My husband is suddenly fucking me harder and faster.

"I almost forgot."

"F-forgot what?" I manage to gasp out even as I find myself balancing my hands against his chest while I start riding his cock.

"We'll need to hurry—-"

"W-Why?"

"Because you have a funeral to attend to in about fifty minutes' time."

And that's how I end up coming, showering, and coming for the second time in the dressing room...before finally rushing out of the house and getting Eddie to drive like a madman so I don't show up late at the funeral of Papou's oldest enemy.

I know I should at least offer a prayer or two for Helene's soul, but my mind is still in a sinful mood. Most people might think it's beyond morbid for a girl to lose her virginity one day and attend a wake the morning after, but with a life like mine, it just feels weirdly appropriate, and it certainly doesn't stop my brain from replaying every dirty thing my husband and I have been up to in the last 24 hours.

It's basically part and parcel of Stelios' crazy-obsessive ways that you can count on him to always keep his word, and that's why when he promised we'd be having sex all around the house—-

Sex in the indoor pool? Check.

Doggie style while I hold on to one of the palm trees in the garden for balance? Check.

Me holding my legs up in the air while he gives my pussy a deliciously hard pounding at the top of the stairs? Check.

And many, many more...but of course I need to stop thinking about such filthy, filthy things, with the memorial chapel just up ahead.

Remember your resting bitch face, B!

I find Theia and Papou seated at the backmost pew when I enter the chapel, and I dip my fingers in holy water and quickly cross myself before joining them.

"You're late," the older girl says with a frown.

"And surprisingly bold," Papou remarks pointedly, and my cheeks heat up when I realize where he's looking.

"Can't you just pretend you can't see it?"

"Can't you just have come here wearing something appropriate?" my grandfather retorts.

"Blame your favorite grandson-in-law," I grouch. "The only way I could convince him to let me come alone is if I agreed to wear something that wouldn't hide you-know-what."

Theía's expression turns thoughtful. "That's very strategic of him. On one hand, it allows Stelios to keep his distance from anything related to the Familia...but on the other hand, it also effectively reminds everyone here who you belong to."

Argh.

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