Page 110 of Of Murder and Matrimony

Two weeks. Two glorious fucking weeks since my father’s stain on humanity had been eliminated. And I’d spent most of it celebrating with my family.

Sure, part of my role as Don dealt with the power shift, but I’d been acting in my father’s stead for months already. And those who may have been loyal to him had been relatively quiet after I turned a couple of them over to Cosimo as a warning for the rest.

The funeral was simple, and most people attended out of obligation. They spoke far fewer words for my father’s passing than my mother’s, and I refused to toss flowers on his grave. Hell, I’d dance on it when the dirt settled.

September started just as warm as August, and I stood outside the pool gate, watching my wife swim in a tiny lilac bikini. I was roasting in my suit, loosening my tie and unbuttoning the top button of my dress shirt to get a small modicum of relief. Diego sat off to the side, staying as cool as possible in the shade. Perhaps I would allow the men to remove their suit jackets when it was so hot.

I slid behind the towering arborvitae, pulled my phone out of my pocket, and called the security office to tell them to shut all the cameras around the pool off for the following hour. I wanted some privacy with my wife. A quick wave at the gate caught Diego’s attention, and he gratefully took my offered break to retreat to the cool house for some of Martina’s sweets.

Olesya was so caught up in her laps that she didn’t notice my approach. I glanced at the cameras, noting that the blinking red lights had gone dark. Perfect. I removed my clothing and tossed it on a nearby lounge, slipping naked into the pool and waiting for my prey.

When she swam by, I attacked, wrapping my hand around her ankle and tugging her back. Bubbles plumed from Olesya’s mouth and nose as she screamed underwater and kicked free. In a flash, she’d twisted away and made a break for the side of the pool. I swam after her, my arm snaking around her waist before she could climb out.

“Dante!” she screeched when we surfaced together, spitting water from her mouth and ripping her goggles from her head. “What the hell?”

“I felt like fishing today,” I laughed, pulling her body close to mine. “And look at this great catch.”

Olesya’s lilting laughter tittered between us, and I felt her nipples harden beneath her bikini top. Her big blue eyes twinkled. “I’m too tired to fight you off.”

“Good,” I purred, leaning in for a kiss. “I need you to save your strength to ride my cock.”

I gripped her hips and lifted her out of the pool, setting her down on the edge. Little strings held the tiny bikini on her body, and I used my teeth to pull at them until the center of the purple fabric fell away, baring my wife’s pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I breathed, constantly in awe of her beauty. “Spread your legs for me, piccola fantasma. I want to taste you.”

“Right here?” Olesya glanced around, realizing Diego had left.

“The cameras are off,” I assured her, brushing my fingers down her mound and scissoring them to part her labia, revealing the bud of her clit peeking out from its hood. It beckoned me, and I leaned in, flicking my tongue over it.

“Shit.” Her leg twitched, and she slammed her palms down to brace herself. “Do that again.”

I obliged, making her clit swell as I laved it with my tongue, alternating long laps with the flat of my tongue and quick strokes with the tip. My finger circled her entrance before slowly pushing inside her tight heat. I wanted to feel her around my cock; the head of my dick wept with desire for her, but I needed her to come on my face first so I could drink her down. I pressed another finger in with the first and pumped my hand, focusing on her front wall and how her abs tightened with the building tension in her pussy.

“Look how wet you are for me, Olesya.” I withdrew my fingers and spread them apart, clear strands of her juices stretching between them. I sucked them into my mouth, groaning at her flavor. “Be a good wife and soak my face, hm?”

I shoved my fingers roughly into her channel, feeling the muscles flex in response. I wouldn’t give her a slow build. No, I found myself ravenous for her, obsessed with making her come until she was weak from so many orgasms.

Setting a relentless pace, I curled my fingers inside Olesya’s pussy and attacked her clit, licking and sucking it into my mouth. My movements got rougher as her whimpers became moans and pleas for release. I would never get enough of her pleasure.

When I could feel her body tense on the precipice, I pressed my free hand against her lower belly, pinning her down so she couldn’t escape my sensual assault. I bit down lightly on her hardened clit, and she went off like a rocket, coming apart around my fingers. I replaced them with my tongue, darting it inside her and sucking up her release as I massaged her clit with my thumb.

“Dante,” she whined, squirming against my mouth. “Fuck. Stop.”

I pulled back, licking my lips and grinning triumphantly. “Too much?”

“Yes.” Olesya pulled her legs up, hiding her treasure from me. I made a show of licking my fingers, then climbed the pool steps. Her eyes locked on my cock, bobbing angrily from being denied her sweet pussy.

I stalked toward her, but she didn’t try to escape, squealing and giggling as I swept her into my arms and spread her over my hips as I plopped down into a chaise. She wanted to tease me, hovering just over the head of my cock, but I wasn’t having any of that.

“Ride me, piccola fantasma,” I ordered, unable to tear my eyes away as she fisted my shaft and slowly took me inside her, our moans combining as I hit the back of her.

“Like this?” Olesya rolled her hips, and I saw stars, my eyes rolling back in my head at the feel of her slick pussy grinding against me.

“You’re a dream, wife,” I whispered reverently, tweaking and pulling her nipples, then drawing her down for a kiss to taste her again. “Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll wake up, and you’ll vanish.”

She licked my lips and bit me hard enough to sting, reminding me everything we shared was real. “I’m not going anywhere, Dante.”

“I’d never let you leave,” I vowed, settling my hands on her ass and lifting until only the head of my cock penetrated her sweet center. Then I dropped her down, swearing as she took over, bouncing on my dick with renewed energy. “Fuck, Olesya, slow down.”

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