Page 34 of Alessio

“So would I.”

Epilogue

Alessio

It’s cute when she’s being difficult, but right now it’s a little fucking dangerous. “Get your butt down from that step,” I bark out. I made sure my footsteps were loud enough that she wouldn’t be startled like she normally would, but that doesn’t mean she still can’t fall.

She huffs, and although I can’t see her face from behind, I can already picture it. She has her hands on her hips that have widened just a bit with our little one inside her. “I’m trying to clean. There’s no way I’m letting you hire another maid,” she says, wiping down the bookshelves.

I have to chuckle because the farther along she’s gotten, the more irrationally jealous she’s become. That shit is insanely sexy, and it gets me hard until I’m either bending her over to eat her, fuck her, or she’s on her knees, gagging on my cock with a reminder that she’s the only one that gets this dick.

I roll my eyes and help her down before she jumps down and gives me a slight heart attack. “I’ve never had a maid before. As you recall, I only brought you here to seduce you.”

“Who cleaned your home before?” she challenges, pressing her finger against my chest.

“I never made much of a mess and when I did, I cleaned it up. Since I practically lived at Dario’s before you came along and I dragged you away, I didn’t have a reason to be here. Now, stop giving me shit and give me some sugar.”

She pouts and tilts her head, giving me her mouth. I slide my hands around her expanding waist and pull her tight to me. God, I’m getting hard by the growth of her midsection. My son grows larger and larger every day. Two more months, and we’ll have our first child.

She tilts her head and raises her brow suspicion in her eyes. “You’re staring at me again.”

“What’s new, my sweet rose?” I answer, continuing my lecherous stare at my pregnant wife. She knows damn well that I’ll never get enough of her.

“Nothing. That just means no cleaning is getting done today.” Her smile tells me she doesn’t give a shit about cleaning and knows damn well what she is doing by wearing that short dress.

Nodding, I say, “You’ve got that right. Well, maybe I’ll help you in the shower afterward.” I wag my eyebrows, grinning from ear to ear before I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to our bedroom.

“You could have just taken me right where we were.”

“Yes, but I want you to rest, my sweet wife, because I plan to wear you out until you’re too boneless to argue with me.” My hands slide up and down her sides, slipping my hands under her skirt and lifting it over her waist.

Her white panties are wet, showing me her slit, so I tear them off. “So fucking sexy.” Parting her thighs, I move between them and breathe in my wife’s scent. Goodness, I love the taste of her pussy, and it’s different now that June’s pregnant. I’ve only gotten more addicted to her, and I have to eat her out daily. “You look and smell delicious. I’m hungry.”

“Thank you, Mr. D’Amato. Please help yourself.” She parts her thighs herself and then rubs her hand in my hair, pushing my face down into her mound. I growl and feast on her hole, licking and munching on her sweetness until she comes on my tongue and chin.

“Mm…I love when you leave a sloppy mess on my face.” I kiss my way up her stomach. “These clothes need to come off, though.” I tug off my shirt, grateful that I’m only wearing a plain black tee and slacks instead of a full suit.

“Yes, they do.” She sits up and lifts her dress over her head, causing her large tits to bounce in her tiny lace bra that barely hides her enlarged nipples. Fuck, since last month, they’ve grown bigger and I’m salivating like a damn wolf ready to devour his prey. “See something else you like?”

“I love everything about your changing body, my lovely wife, but those saucy nipples are peeking through that material.”

“These?” She tugs the material down and her huge breasts are in my face, tempting. Growling, I bend down and latch onto one of them like the greedy bastard that I am. “Damn it, Alessio, I’m so, so…”

“So what, amore?”

“Horny.”

“Good. I need to be inside you.” I move to the other nipple before I kneel in front of her and nestle in between her legs. Her stomach is too large for me to lie on top of her, but I can still fuck my wife deep with just a different angle. Lifting her ass off the mattress, I push my length into her tight hole.

“Alessio, yes.”

“That’s right, baby girl. I’m going to give it to you.” I pump hard and fast, knowing she doesn’t want me to play nice.

“Fuck me, husband.”

“Yes, my love.” Hooking her legs right under the knee, I drill into her wet cunt until the bed rocks hard against the wall and my wife falls apart, coming again. Watching her fall apart sends me over the edge, and I fill her creamy hole.

“You got me fast on that one,” I grunt, coming faster than I want, but we’re only just getting started. We have a lifetime to reach heaven.

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