Page 81 of Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss
“Yes. I do. She’s mine. Where’s the ring?”
Gianni holds out the ugly engagement ring I’ve come to love.
Carmine slides it on my finger. “I still want to get you a nice one.”
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper.
“And do you take Carmine—”
“I do. Always.”
“You two are horrible to marry. May the power—screw it. You’re married.”
Carmine yanks me to him and dips me over his knee, kissing me senseless. “I do want to get you a better ring,” he says, so only I can hear. “It’s ugly.”
“Just like we were in the beginning.” I kiss him again, gasping for breath, my hormones raging and wanting him to take me inside. Why did I want this wedding again? “And I’ve come to love it just as I love you.”
Sometimes, it’s the diamond in the rough that is the most beautiful.
***
Carmine
I’ve waited hours for everyone to leave. Weddings. They are useless. I don’t like them but seeing the happiness on my wife’s face is worth it. I knew it was time to cut the evening short when I saw her grabbing her stomach, so I made everyone go home.
My wife’s health was more important than them getting free booze from me.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, kissing her neck as I unzip her dress.
“I’m fine. The baby was kicking so hard earlier.”
I slip her out of her dress and spin her around, her round tits swollen. I can’t wait until she leaks it. I hear a mother’s milk is so sweet it’s like sugar. And I want to try it.
“I couldn’t fit into a bra. It was too uncomfortable.”
“Good. It’s one less thing for me to take off.” I lie down on the bed and undress in front of her, loving her eyes as they glaze over to watch me. She’s so tiny and all baby belly. I love seeing her body change and adjust for me.
I rub my palms over her stomach, my cock aching and hard. I want nothing more than to slip inside her, but I’m feeling…
Soft.
“I love you,” I say to her, my hands getting a mind of their own as I explore her body. “I love you more than any man has ever loved another woman.”
“I know,” she replies. “Just as I love you.”
I bend down and kiss my wife, easing her lips apart and sliding my tongue into every corner. I’m not sure how long we kiss, but it turns heated and desperate. I lift her leg around my hip without breaking our lips apart and thrust into her. Both of us groan in unison.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “I’ve missed you.”
“It’s only been since this morning,” I chuckle, easing out before driving back in and causing her to cry out. “You’re so wet for me, Sweetling. Is this all for me? All for my cock? Your sweet little pussy can’t get enough, can it?”
Her fingers grip my shoulders as her teeth sink into her lower lip. “No. I always want you. Always.”
There aren’t many positions we can do now that her belly has gotten bigger. She gets winded, and her back hurts, and I’ll be damned if she’s in pain because she’s riding me. I’ll fuck her every day just like this, and it will be the best fucking sex of our lives because it’s us.
I hold onto her stomach, a feral force pulsating through me as I pick up the pace. My sack slaps against her with every hard drive, and her cries echo in the room. The bed begins to rock, and a hard kick hits my palm causing me to stop.
“No! No, Carmine, keep going. I’m so close.”
