Page 82 of DeLucas After Dark

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I pushed the covers away and surrounded myself with our mountains of pillows. I may have grown up in luxury, but even I know I upgraded when I moved in with Joey. My worthless, low-life crook of a father might have amassed tens of millions of dollars - partly stolen from the DeLucas - but my husband and his family are rich by hundreds of millions. And I even suspect their wealth amounts to billions on a global scale.

I’m laying on my back, propped up on fluffy pillows, wearing one of my husband’s powder-blue Oxford shirts, basking in the scent of him, rubbing my wool covered legs together, feeding the fire burning between my thighs. Eyes closed, my bottom lip held between my teeth, my hands slide under the soft cotton fabric, running over my warm skin. One hand palms my full breasts, feeling the fullness of the large, round globes, the tips of my fingers gliding over my erect nipples. The other one sneaks down my torso, over my throbbing mound. The skin there is incredibly hot. I push one finger through my folds and find them swollen, drenched, and vibrating with need. Behind my shut eyelids I see him, my nostrils filled with the smell of my Joey. I can almost taste him on my tongue. That delicious flavor that’s all his. A hint of musk, the incredible aroma of his clean sweat, just a pinch of salty, and that surprisingly sweet undertone. I moan loudly, pushing two fingers inside my clenching pussy and pumping, at the same time rubbing the heel of my hand on my pulsating clit.Fuck, I miss my guy.My hips writhe and shake with want and pleasure. My tongue runs over my lips, chasing the ghost of his ravaging kisses. I wish it was his big hands on my body. His cock inside me. The weight of his tall, muscular body on mine.

“Joey…” I moan loudly.

My fingers move faster, deeper. My palm presses harder on my small bundle of nerves. I pinch, roll, and pull on my taut nipples. The sensations growing sharper, stronger, until the powerful wave of a mighty orgasm crashes over me. Leaving me jerking, gasping, moaning loudly. My hands rubbing frantically, chasing every single drop of pleasure. I can’t see, hear, or smell anymore. My entire body is reduced to being the recipient of this devastating orgasm. I slow down my movements through the last tremors. My eyes slowly opening into hooded slits. My lips parting into heavy breaths. The muted ringing in my ears receding. My nostrils filling with the scent of sex. That was good. Nothing compared to the real thing. To him. Us. But a well-deserved release. And now at least I can fall asleep. I snuggle into Joey’s pillow, burying my nose in the small of him, and let myself drift off. Body wrecked by my orgasm, mind at ease after my release.

GIUSEPPE

Iwalk into my house tired, still irritated, and fucking starved for my girl. The sound of the heavy thump my bags make when they hit the marble floor resonates through the vast foyer. Then it’s the clap of my shiny leather loafers as I take the stairs two at a time, calling her name. The cling of my belt being undone by trembling fingers, the sound of my zipper getting lowered. Before I even reach our bedroom door, I pull on and throw aside my tie, shrug off my suit jacket, impatiently remove my shirt, buttons popping in the process. And by the time I’m standing bare feet on the plush carpet, my slacks are pooling at my feet. Stark naked in the dimly lit room. Sunshine barely poking through the space between the heavy drapes of our floor-to-ceiling windows.

I’m beat after almost an entire day spent in the private jet terminal of the Boston Logan Airport. I was pissed and snappy the entire fucking time. This is my first Christmas with my fucking wife. My parents were killed when I was a teenager. And although my extended family was always warm and welcoming, it was never the same again. Christmas became meaningless after my folks’ passing. It was just a reminder of what I didn’t have anymore. No one to come home to. No one to love me unconditionally. Lay down their life for me. Be there no matter what. Comfort and care for me. Until Maddie. She fucking changed everything. Turned my life around. Brought love, warmth, and light into my dark existence. She’s my fucking sunshine. And this was supposed to be the perfect first holiday together for us. Until that fucking snow storm descended over Boston. All the flights got canceled, and I was stuck. I felt like a fucking wild beast in a cage. All my money, all my power, my connections, my mighty will. None of it mattered. There was not one fucking damn thing I could do to be with my girl on Christmas Eve. I growled and barked orders all fucking day. Tried bribing and intimidating my way through it. No dice. It was fate fucking reminding me I’m just a man. I may be a fucking DeLuca, but at the end of the day, she decides. So my anger was tainted by something deeper, darker, more feral. Terrifying. A reality check. Ultimately, I have no control. Madeleine is mine, but I could lose her in a heartbeat. She could lose me. All the shit we went through, and the fucking weather could fucking tear us apart.

I take in a ragged breath, dragging my fingers through my disheveled hair.Fucking calm down, Joey. It’s all good. You’re home. You’re fine. She’s fine. As always, when I’m rattled, I hear my father’s calming voice in my head. Hasn’t happened very often in the past year, though. There’s been so much more love, happiness, and peace than heaviness and sorrow.

My eyes adapt to the almost darkness and my mouth tugs up on one side as I take in the form laying in our bed. I lick my bottom lip, my dick jumping with excitement at the sight of her big ass jutting under the covers. This time when I start walking, my pace is unhurried. I know I have all the fucking time in the world. I’m home. With my woman. Merry fucking Christmas to me.

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I slide under the sheet from the foot of the bed, running my big, rough hands over her soft, warm skin. With my head covered, the small space saturated by her scent, I feel almost dizzy. Fuck, I missed her. I lay soft kisses the length of her shaped calves, kiss her thick thighs, spreading them apart in the process. Fill my hands with her juicy ass and gently squeeze. She starts moaning and moving in her sleep. Good.Wake up for me, sleeping beauty. I press my nose at the apex of her thighs and push her legs apart wider, using my broad shoulders to keep her wide open for me. At this point, my cock is throbbing like crazy, my breath comes out in heavy pants, and I’m thrusting into the mattress like a teenager in rut. I feel myself leaking precum like a motherfucker. My lips press to the plump lips of her cunt and my tongue swipes through her folds. Taking my first hit in fucking days. Fuck, she tastes fucking heavenly! Not just delicious, clean pussy. No, my naughty girl made herself cum. I greedily lap the nectar from her pussy. Sucking and tonguing her with gusto. When Madeleine tries to move, I pin her hands at her side, pressing the weight of my large body into hers, holding her in place to feed at my leisure.

She lets out a loud moan, writhing in her constricted position.

“Shhh, baby,” I coo. “Your man is fucking starved. I need you to be a good girl and let me feed.”

When I dig back in, my thick fingers press into the crease of her big ass, keeping her wide open for my lips and tongue to kiss, suck, lick and fuck more slick out of her spasming pussy. Maddie is shaking, jerking, crying out loudly. She’s trying to kick me, turn around, get her hands and mouth on me, feel my body, get her own way with me. I know this is driving her fucking crazy, and I chuckle against her trembling flesh.

“Did you make yourself come thinking about me?” I growl into her spasming opening, adding the vibrations of my strained voice to my lusty caresses.

“Ooooh… Joey… Please, baby,” she fucking begs.

“Please, what, wife?” I demand, sucking her pussy lips into my hungry mouth.

“Fuck me, baby. Please,” she whines loudly.

I lap at her juices some more, resisting the siren call of her supplications, burying my mouth and nose deeper, tongue-fucking her pussy, bringing her to the edge. Driving myself crazy with need, want. Fucking dying to fuck my woman. Pushing us both to the brink. And when I know I’m about to fucking come all over the sheets like a fucking pimply kid, just from rubbing my dick against the mattress. When Maddie’s loud cries and trembling body tell me she’s ripe for the taking, at the door to her climax, I pull the covers away, straighten up, and flip her around.

I’m on my knees, eyes wild, fingers shaking, dick throbbing, finally staring into my wife’s eyes.

MADELEINE

He’s magnificent. Giuseppe DeLuca is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Huge, even in the dim light. Broad shoulders, wide chest, cut stomach. A smothering of dark hair travels from the space between his thick pectorals, through the line between his abs, and ends in a happy trail that ends in a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the base of his magnificent cock. His long, broad, heavily veined, fat cock that points at me like it’s choosing me in a crowd of eager women. His dick bobs up and down, glistening at the slit, fucking perfect. I lick and bite my lips. Up on my elbows, fascinated, frozen in place. Just seeing him, being this near, my pussy still throbbing from his ravaging kisses, my breath heaving, I’m beyond turned on.

“Baby,” I say softly. “I missed you.”

His small smile turns into a full-blown grin that squeezes my fucking heart.

“Fucking missed you, too, mia regina.” His queen. Fuck, I love my guy.

He leans in slowly, his gestures tender now. Large, warm hands sliding over my body, facing lowering to mine, eyes locked till our lips meet, and I sigh. It feels like relief, peace, content. He’s back. Safe. All mine. For as long as life will let me have him.

The life we lead is full of dangers. It may have been the bad weather this time, but the danger often comes from others. Enemies lurking in the dark. Rivals and fake friends. Despite all we’ve been through together, regardless of all the precautions Joey takes, despite how powerful and feared he and his family are, I know there are those lurking in the shadows. My father may have been taken care of, but there are always more. I push away my fears and desperately pour my soul into our kiss. This is all that matters. Here, now. Joey and I, together.

Our tongues slide and roll together in a frantic dance. Our lips crushing, teeth clashing. Hands touching wherever we can reach. I push up on my knees, facing him, our fronts molding. His fat cock sliding through my wet, swollen pussy lips. Joey detaches his mouth from mine with a wet sound, framing my face with his large hands, towering over me, his dark eyes filled with love and heat.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

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