Page 11 of Nicco

When I reached the master bedroom, I jostled her inside. I swiftly locked the door behind us. My wife was asleep in our California King bed. Lala was petrified at the sight of my sleeping wife.

I pressed one finger to my lips to signal that she’d better be quiet. I lead her over to the vacant side of the bed. The side I slept on just last night. I pulled the sheets back and watched as Lala tried to back away. I yanked the belt and scolded her with my eyes and gritted teeth.

I palmed her fat ass cheek and leaned into the side of her face. “You’d better shut the fuck up.”

Lala knew I would never truly hurt her more than just a few threats. There was a spanking here or there and some rough sex with a little BDSM. Lala was down for the kink.

My wife Gloria was a different beast. Her sex was very vanilla. She was jealous and vengeful. She was also from a mafia family, just like me. Gloria could literally hire a hitman to kill Lala. She probably would if she knew I had been fucking the hired help for longer than we were married.

Gloria trusted Lala and she would feel really betrayed if she found out about us. My wife couldn’t kill me, but she could kill my mistress. I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head, so I would try to prevent it, but it could happen. This was a particular threat I never used, but today was a different day and my father was dead. All cards were on the table and I was the boss now. I had the power to do whatever I wanted to do, wherever, whenever and to whomever.

I leaned back in Lala’s ear. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No.” she whispered, and it was barely audible.

“Good, you know what happened the last time you had on panties?”

She shook her head yes.

The last time I caught her wearing panties, I beat her ass with a belt. I made her brown cheeks the brightest rosy red. I spanked her until she pissed herself. She knew the rules. I’m supposed to have access to her juicy ass pussy twenty-four seven, at my leisure, and on my command. No fucking panties! It was a rule. She better be glad I let her juicy tits hang in a bra.

I reached under her skirt and pinch her pussy lips together. I was addicted to her pussy. Nothing had changed since I was sixteen years old. She was the wettest, tightest and warmest pussy I’d ever sank my cock in. If only she were Italian.

I leaned back toward her ear. “Keep your trap shut and open your pussy.”

She let out a faint gasp as I gripped her lower lips and gave them a twist.

I looked her square in the eyes. “I’m going to remove the belt.” I did as I said and slowly removed the belt from her neck. I tossed the belt on a nearby chair and lifted her skirt above her waist. I pushed one finger into her slippery cunt and let her honey pineapple juice coat my entire index finger.

Shit! I glanced over my shoulder at my sleeping wife, facedown on a pillow with her eye mask on her forehead instead over her eyes. I turned back to Lala and unbuttoned, unzipped, and stepped out of the pants I wore yesterday. My cock was a huge, solid mass. It would be worth the least of a risk if I just pushed her to her knees and let her suck my cock. It would be quieter too. But I was a risk taker, thrill seeker, and a lawbreaker. I wanted to push my cock balls deep inside of Lala’s warm cherry pie.

I lifted her shirt above her tits and tugged her bra down so I could see her melons. The sunlight was shining behind her body and making her skin glow. She tried to go down to her knees, but I vetoed that by grabbing her ponytail and pulling her back up to standing tall. I twisted her hair and smashed my mouth into hers. I tasted her succulent lips and licked the watermelon chapstick from those plump lips.

Oh yes! Lala placed her hand on my bare chest. Her gentle touch sent me over the edge. I removed my mouth from hers and bent to take one of her smoothed tits deep into my throat. I clawed at her ass cheeks and pushed her body close to my body.

I moaned on her mounds as I traded places, hungrily sucking on one, and then the other. I had to remove her polo shirt, the bra and the fucking skirt. All that shit was in my way. Her body was something to treasure, and I needed to feast my eyes on her brown skin.

When she was completely naked, I couldn’t help but admire how gracefully she aged. Her body was hot as fuck for a fifty-four-year-old woman. Black really didn’t crack. That wasn’t a bullshit stereotype. That shit was true.

“Get in the bed and lie on your stomach.” I muttered.

She frantically shook her head no. No, wasn’t an option, so I grabbed her nipple and twisted it.

“Ugh!” She let out a cry that was loud but not loud enough to wake sleeping beauty on the other side of the bed.

“Lala, get yo’ black ass in the bed.” I ordered through gritted teeth. “On your stomach.” I felt my forehead crease. My cock was about to break off if I didn’t get inside her as soon as five minutes ago.

Lala took the necessary steps to the bed. I watched as she carefully slipped onto the bed. I already knew my wife’s side of the bed wasn’t going to move. We had one of those expensive mattresses with some special foam or something. Basically, the entire bed didn’t shift or move when one of us tossed and turned throughout the night.

Lala didn’t know Gloria, and I shared two bottles of Chardonnay the night before. I personally give Gloria an Ambien just a few hours ago, late night, early morning. She should be out for a few more hours if my calculations were right. My calculations weren’t anything to place a bet on. I wasn’t a fucking doctor. I just hoped Gloria didn’t wake up. If she did, maybe she would forget about the loaded handgun in the nightstand drawer on her side of the bed. If not, with any luck, Lala knows how to run fast.

I watched Lala lay flat on her stomach. She was mortified and her naked body was trembling with fear. I had a remedy for that. I crawled on top of her and distributed my weight so I wouldn’t crush her. I smelled her hair and kissed her cheek. Her face was turned in the direction of Gloria. I’m glad she took on the job of watching Gloria. I only wanted to focus on getting my cock wet.

I used only one hand as I opened her legs just enough to guide my cock into her creamy cunt. She was wet. She was always wet for me. I pressed my cock inside her.

“Huhhh!” she hummed as I dug in as far as I could. I placed my legs on the outside of hers. I rocked my pelvis back and forth and cuddled her underneath my body. Her pussy was always so tight. It was like she saved her pussy all for me. I reached one hand under her body and squeezed her tit.

I looked at Lala’s face. Her eyes were closed. She was enjoying my cock a little too much.

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