Page 94 of Queens and Monsters

Epilogue

Reinaldo

Three months later

“I’m not going to lie, having you naked in my arms in your childhood bedroom with the capo in the next room is a bit…unnerving.”

Jasmine wiggled under the blankets, her petite hand moving down my torso, finding my hard cock. As one hand moved up and down the shaft, she peppered my chest with kisses, her lips moving lower.

“You’re trying to get me killed. Is that it?”

She shook her head, her flowing long red hair tickling my skin as her kisses went lower still. All at once I rolled us, me landing on top as I lowered myself, my mouth landing right at the height of her perky round breasts. She shrieked when I sucked one nipple. As it hardened and she squirmed, I took a playful nip.

Jasmine’s laughter filled the room.

“I sure as fuck hope these walls are soundproof.”

My wife cupped my cheeks. “I never heard Dario through the wall.”

“Because he’s an old man.”

“We’re here to celebrate Ariadna Gia’s first birthday,” she reminded me. “I’d say he can still get it up.”

I sucked her other nipple, causing Jasmine to writhe. “He probably needs those pills they advertise on TikTok.”

She scrunched her nose. “I don’t want to think about that.” Jasmine’s finger came to my lips. “No more talking about anyone’s sex life but ours.” She fisted my cock. “You don’t need pills.”

“I do not.”

She ran her hands over my arms and shoulders as I took my time, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. It was as my hand found its way down to her silky, wet pussy that Jasmine gasped, her bright blue eyes intent on me.

I noticed the red patches on her porcelain flesh. “You’re so fucking beautiful with your skin reddened by my beard.”

Her lips curled. “I like the way your beard feels on my skin, especially in extra-sensitive areas.”

“You want me to eat your pussy?”

Pink flowed from her neck to her cheeks as she nodded. “I like it when you do that. It helps me relax so I can handle your giant cock.”

“I am giant, but you don’t know that. You don’t have any comparisons.”

“I don’t want any comparisons.” Her expression turned sultry. “I want you.”

“Oh,preciosa, you have me.” I kissed down the valley between her tits, over the swell of each one, lower to the flat planes of her stomach, and made my way down to her sweet, wet pussy. Her hips bucked as I lapped her essence and twirled her clit with my tongue. It was when Jasmine’s back arched and she clawed for the sheets that I moved my way over her and thrust deep inside her.

Jasmine reared up, hugging my neck as she stifled a scream on my shoulder. Her fingernails clung to my shoulders as I pistoned my hips, faster and faster. The friction of her tight cunt was on the edge of painful before morphing to ecstasy.

If she was trying to stay quiet, my wife was failing fantastically. I fucking loved the sounds she made when we were joined as one. There were high notes and bass notes. The moans and the whimpers. Each noise was the prelude and then the chorus. It was as the sounds grew higher and their speed of delivery increased that I knew my wife was almost there.

I watched her magical expression.

Her fingernails dug deeper into my skin seconds before her lips formed the perfect “o,” and she shuddered around me. The sensation sent me over the edge, her pussy milking my cock as I filled her to overflowing. Muscle by muscle, Jasmine relaxed, her satiated smile shone up at me as her blue eyes swirled with sated dark blue circles. Despite us both being fulfilled, I lingered where I was, content with our union.

Teasing strands of her fiery red hair awayfrom her face, I found myself mesmerized by the woman I called my wife. “I think about how close I was to losing you.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t.”

“I think that I love you with all my capability to love, and then the next day, the next smile” —I caressed her cheek— “the next time we’re together like this, I realize it’s more than I loved you yesterday. I don’t know if it will ever stop being more.”

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