Page 141 of His Tesoro

She moaned and pushed her hips back, taking more of my cock.

“You like that idea, tesoro? Do you ache when I’m not inside you?”

“Yes. It’s too empty.”

“Mmm, maybe I need to get you a pussy plug to keep you full whenever I can’t. Remind you who this cunt belongs to.”

She breathed in sharply, and I grinned. “Oh, my little wife likes that idea.”

I fucked her slowly as she shuddered, each thrust a reminder of my ownership, my love. Our breathing synced and I pressed my hand to her breast, feeling her heartbeat against the palm of my hand.

When she came, her orgasm was soft, washing over her like a wave. I followed, groaning as I spilled inside her. But instead of pulling out, I kept my cock firmly inside her, making sure none of my seed leaked out.

I dozed off and when I woke, Sofiya was still asleep and I was still inside her. I shifted my hips, keeping my thrusts as gentle as possible so I didn’t wake her. It wasn’t long before I grew hard again and she let out a little whimper.

“Shh, that’s a good girl. Don’t wake up. Just let me fuck you back asleep.” I pressed my hand to the front of her throat, lightly collaring it as I kept thrusting. I dragged out my orgasm, never wanting this moment to end.

“Fiji? We’re in Fiji?” Sofiya’s eyes were bright as the car drove us to our villa. “There’s the ocean!”

“Fuck, you’re cute.”

She threw her arms around me, holding tight. “I can’t believe we’re in Fiji. I would have been happy with Los Angeles.”

“You have things to cross off your list.”

She pulled back. “Yes, I’m sure all of this is in service of my Dream List.” She shook her head and laced her fingers through mine.

Angelo and Enzo stayed with her as I checked us in at the resort lobby. When I headed back out, I saw her sitting in a golf cart. On the driver’s side.

“Tesoro?”

“Can you believe we get two golf carts for our stay?” Her eyes were bright and filled with mischief. She was so much trouble.

“Thrilling. Now, why are you sitting there?”

“Oh, I thought it was obvious. I’m driving us to our villa.”

I looked over at Angelo and Enzo, who were in the second golf cart wearing shit-eating grins.

I shook my head.

I was the Don. I would take control of this situation.

“Hop on, miliy.” She patted the seat next to her.

Somehow, I found myself sliding into the passenger side. Sofiya gave a little whoop and pressed the gas pedal to the floor, following a staff member who was guiding us to our villa with our luggage piled on the back of their golf cart.

“Slow down!” I shouted. “Have you ever driven before?”

“I drive my wheelchair all the time. There’s no one with as much motorized vehicle driving expertise as me!” She took a sharp turn towards the water, and I threw my arm across her body as visions of us ending up in the ocean flashed before my eyes.

“Relax, husband. I’ve got this.”

My heart did not stop pounding.

We rounded another bend and our villa came into view. It was a large wooden house with a thatched roof and wrap-around porch.

“It’s over the water! Oh my God!” Sofiya shrieked. “I’m definitely going to get to touch the ocean.” She let out a gasp and then faced me. I made a terrified noise in the back of my throat and grabbed the steering wheel. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

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