Page 117 of Captured Fantasy

When the receiving line was done and we had been pelted with birdseed, I helped her into the back of the limousine and pulled the privacy screen shut. She sat on the far end, her fingers tangled together, spinning her wedding band. Her mouth, stained pink with her signature color of lipstick, parted. Her violet eyes burned as I drew near, sliding into the seat beside her. Trapping her against my body.

“I suppose you should call me Mrs. Barone now,” she whispered.

I took her throat in my hand, gently turning her head so I could kiss her silky skin. My cock strained against my pants, begging to get inside her. In a swift movement, I pulled her onto my lap and shoved her skirt out of the way. Baring her thighs and giving me access to that place between her legs that had been on my mind for months.

“You’re a fucking tease,” I said. “Mrs. Barone.”

She liked the way I said it, I could tell. A little flush crept up her throat. I traced up to her jaw and took her face between my fingers.

“When we get to the Esposito mansion for the reception, I’m taking you upstairs,” I said. “I’m going to make you so wet it’ll be running down the inside of your leg while you sit up there in front of everyone.”

Her eyes widened. “Cosimo, I don’t think—”

“Did I ask you, Enza?”

She shut up, shaking her head. I lifted all the frothy layers of her skirt out of the way and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. Her skin was so silky, so soft and perfect to the touch. When I got to the edge of her panties, I trailed a finger over the lace and found it soaked. She bit her lip as I peeled it aside and touched her soft folds, slippery wetness coating my hand.

We both gasped as I slid two fingers inside her tight, slick heat.

I closed my hand around her throat, the tattoos across my knuckles stark against her perfect skin.

“Have you got a desperate, little cunt, Mrs. Barone?”

“Yes,” she moaned, working her hips. Fucking herself on my fingers.

“When we get to the reception, you’re going upstairs to the guestroom, baby,” I told her. “I’m going to plug your ass so you’re a needy, wet slut when it’s time for me to fuck you. Understood?”

She swallowed, looking up at me with trusting eyes. “Yes, sir.”

“You know what I like, Enza,” I murmured, kissing the base of her throat.

“Yes, daddy,” she gasped as I bit down on her shoulder.

I lifted her off my lap and shifted my legs apart, pointing at the ground. Then I leaned back, resting my arms across the back of the seat, to watch her work. Her lashes fluttered as she glanced down at the hard ridge of my cock, begging to be freed. She pushed all those fucking frills and lace out of the way and knelt between my knees. Her fingers slid up my thighs and began unfastening the front of my pants.

The black fabric fell away and my cock sprang free.

Hot, pulsing, hard.

I clenched my jaw. “That’s what you did to me. Now fucking fix it.”

She bent, her veil falling over her face. I took the delicate fabric in my right hand, wrapping it around and around my fist, and holding it out of the way. As her mouth brushed the tip of my cock, it jerked. So sensitive, so eager for her touch.

“We only have a few minutes, so make it count,” I said.

Then her hot mouth was on me, sucking me into the back of her throat and swallowing my length. Her tongue flicked the underside and her soft lips pressed up against my groin. I felt the car slide to a halt and I leaned forward, keeping her face pressed into my lap, and took hold of the door handle. Holding it shut.

She sucked me hard, her fingers working the base of my cock. Her dark head bobbed and little desperate sounds vibrated around my length. I felt resistance against the door handle and I knew someone was trying to open it, but I kept my grip firm.

“Finish me, baby,” I ordered.

She swallowed me, pushing my cock all the way into her throat, and began fucking herself with it. Hard and fast. I was over and done with, my balls tightening as I came hard. Spilling myself deep inside my wife.

She pulled back, hurriedly zipping my pants and smoothing my shirt back down. I waited until she’d fixed her veil and then I relented my hold on the handle. It wasn’t any use trying to pretend we hadn’t been doing something dirty because Enza flushed bright pink as we stepped out onto the driveway of the Esposito mansion to find everyone waiting.

Iris crossed the gravel, taking my wife’s hand and pulling her from me. “Do you want to freshen up?” she said. “Let’s let the men have a cigar and a drink and we’ll fix our makeup in the guest bedroom.”

Enza looked up at me and I nodded. “Go on.”

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