Page 84 of Fatal Sloth

The house grows quiet as Cameron and Brad head out, leaving Nikolai peacefully in his crib. With the party plans sorted, we're just waiting for the big day.

Sebastiano's been busier than ever since taking over Elli Enterprises, but he always makes it home before Nikolai's bedtime. He can juggle business calls while being on diaper duty like a pro.

It's surprising how natural he is as a father. He's the one who jumps out of bed if Nikolai stirs at night, telling me to stay put and get some rest while he handles late-night baby duty. He has become the master of night-time soothing. Not that I'm complaining—having a mafia boss as a baby-whispering husband definitely has perks!

It's funny how life works out sometimes.

Sebastiano

I sit in boredom as the meeting at Elli Enterprises seems to be never-ending.

I should be home right now, tucking my Leoncino in bed and then jumping in bed with Mia. But instead, I’m stuck here discussing fiscal bullshit for the millionth time.

Zoning out, thoughts of fucking Mia on the barre last night flood my mind when my phone lights up with a message from her.

Mia: You’re late.

Me: I'm sorry, Piccolina. I’ll be a few more hours.

But her next message changes everything—a video.

Mia: Can’t wait.

I click on it, expecting some innocent video of Nikolai walking or saying Dada, but what I get is far from innocent. The video is filled with her moans and a collection of toys scattered around her in bed. My blood boils in a lustful rage. I fumble to turn down the volume, but in my panic, I accidentally crank it up instead. I'm ready to smash the phone so that nobody hears my wife pleasuring herself.

My heart races as I glance at Enzo, silently pleading for him to finish. "Gotta go," I announce abruptly.

Ignoring the dumb looks of my employees, I rush out of the building, texting Mia as I make my way towards my car.

Me: Finish without me, and you'll be punished.

Mia: Then you better hurry up.

Jumping in my car, I push down on the accelerator, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. Every red light feels like an eternity, and each obstacle between Mia and me is a cruel reminder of the distance separating us. I push the speed limit, ignoring the protests of other drivers honking at me, as I weave in and out of traffic. My mind is consumed with thoughts of her waiting for me, desperate and hungry.

When I finally burst through the front door, I'm greeted by the sound of silence, echoing through the house. My heart pounds with a savage rhythm as I march up the stairs to our bedroom.

The door is locked––a pathetic barrier between me and what I want most. "Open the fucking door, Mia," I snarl, my voice a primal roar. "Don't you dare finish without me."

But she doesn't respond, and with a single, powerful kick, I send the door crashing to the ground, revealing her sprawled out on the bed, her glistening pussy on full display as she plays with herself, using her vibrating toy, already on the brink of ecstasy. My patience is gone, and I'm not holding back on my Piccolina. I waste no time running over to the bed, grabbing the toy out of her hands, and throwing it against the wall. It smashes, sending the batteries scattering onto the floor.

I rip my clothes off, my cock already aching to be inside her. Lunging onto her, I bury myself deep inside her tight pussy. Our lips collide in a dominating kiss as I thrust into her with a possessive force. She moans beneath me, and her surrender only fuels my urge to dominate this pussy completely.

As she inches closer to her release, I pull out, flipping her over onto all fours. With a firm slap on her ass, she arches back, submitting to my control. Looking over her shoulder, the hunger in her eyes matches my own as I thrust into her, fucking her relentlessly.

My muscles tense, my breath quickens, and every nerve ending in my body ignites with pleasure. With one hand teasing her dripping pussy, I fuck her harder. "Be my good girl and come for me, Piccolina." And like my obedient piccola ballerina, she comes undone around me, her orgasm triggering mine as I pound into her, marking her as mine with every thrust and every drop of cum I release inside her.

After we catch our breath, I pull out of her, bringing her close to me in a possessive hold. She's mine.

"What's gotten into you today?" I ask, my voice breathless with desire. Her eyes widen, but before she can respond, the truth hits me like a ton of bricks.

"Last time you were this insatiable, you were pregnant," I growl, flipping her over and capturing her lips with mine. I press my hand against her flat belly. "I fucking love you, and I love knowing your belly will soon be swollen with another baby. I might have to keep you knocked up," I admit before thrusting back inside her tight cunt.

This, right here, is fucking heaven.

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