Page 44 of The Almost One

We groan in unison, accepting the beauty of this moment. Her hands are fisting the sheets, her eyes closed with a serene look blessing her gorgeous face. She’s completely open to me. Her mind, her soul, her pussy, and her ass.

Slowly, deliberately, I thrust in and out in long, languorous strides while I lean down and cover her upper body with my chest.

My mouth is at her ear as I hold myself steady on one arm and snake my other around her waist to her clit.

“The next time you disobey my orders…” I can practically hear her eye roll and it only turns me on more. “Take your security detail with you.”

In a slow, smooth rhythm, I drive in and out of her hole, playing with her clit and rubbing my entire pelvis on her heated ass cheeks every time I bottom out.

“Promise me, you will never.” I thrust in. “Leave.” I pull out, agonizingly slow. “Alone.” I drive right back inside her hot ass. “Again.” I recede quickly before plunging back inside her and grinding against her sore ass as my dick tries to get as deep as fucking possible.

My fingers pinch her clit before flicking it again and again, driving her to insanity because she knows that if she comes before I tell her to, it’ll all be for nothing.

“That’s my good girl.” I pull right out of her and turn her around until she’s sprawled out on her back with her legs shaking from the need to come.

Her tits are bouncing as I grip her by the ass cheeks and bring her pussy up to my lips without touching her.

“Now, seal your promise with your cum all over my fucking tongue.”

The roar that comes from her is wild and unabashed as my finger rubs intense circles around her clit, and my mouth eats her pussy like I’m starved and she’s the only meal on the menu.

She comes and I swallow, I lick, and I search out for more. She can barely breathe as I lap her up for every drop she has to give me. When her body finally gives out, I align her ass back up with my dick and push right back inside her.

I fuck her steadily, in and out, until my own orgasm starts a tingle at the base of my spine.

I fuck her hard until I feel her squeezing my cock with her need for me.

Then I look her straight in the eyes and give her the most important part of me as my orgasm takes me over the fucking edge.

“Ti amo, Tesoro.”

I come inside her ass with a roar that I swear shakes the foundation of the entire house.

When I’m done, River scrambles up and wraps her arms around my neck, her mouth on mine as she tastes herself on my tongue. My hands fist her hair, my teeth mark her lips, her neck, her tits, before I go back and devour her mouth all over again.

“I promise.”

That’s all I need to feel better.

I spend the next hour caring for my wife. A warm towel to clean her up and a hot bath to relax her muscles, I even remember to add the bath salts Lina suggested I buy in bulk. I’ll have to make sure I thank her for that. Mostly, as we lie together in the comfort of the hot water, I feel whole with River safe in my arms.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

RIVER

It’s been nearly four weeks since the last red envelope, two weeks since Marco showed up covered in blood, and one week since we returned from the Hamptons—on my insistence. I understand Marco’s need to keep us all safe, and that’s easier when we’re all in one place, but being away from my new businesses is detrimental to my employees.

He left a security detail in the Hamptons with his mom, Lina, and Bruce—man, I miss that cute little fluffball. I have my own security detail too, although it’s not as bad as I’d imagined. Justin and Aly are like ghosts, stealthier than Enzo or Stefano have ever been, and I forget they’re around half the time.

Today, I think they’re about to experience something new, and I can’t help smirking to myself when I imagine not just them, but Marco as well, camping with my family and me. It’s the Summer Equinox, something we’ve always celebrated with a camping trip, and we do enjoy our little traditions.

The morning sun is shining bright through the open window of the bedroom as I contort my body into an amazing stretch before rolling out of bed.

“Signora Mancini, are you awake?” Stefano’s voice is followed by a gentle knocking at the door.

“I am, come in, Stefano.” I quickly wrap my fluffy red robe around my otherwise naked body—I don’t want him to die after accidentally seeing me naked.

He enters with all the grace of a thousand swans, a tray of pastries and coffee in one hand and a rolling travel suitcase in the other. I raise a brow at the case, curious as to why it’s here. Stefano must notice my confusion, clearing his throat as he places the tray down on my bedside table.

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