Page 114 of Venomous Vows

“Tell them I’m pregnant again and tired.”

I smirk and roll my eyes. “Play the asshole husband like I normally do. Smart move.”

“It’s believable,” she sasses back. “So it helps me get out of things since you’re so unbearable.”

“I didn’t know I had to bear and spew your little lies too, just to get me in your bed, Mrs. Bernardi. I don’t remember that in the vows.”

Elena smiles at me as she teases my dick through the material and, if she moves, everyone is going to see the tent popping in my pants. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice, wife. I’ll do whatever it is you need.”

“Well…” She brushes her body up against mine. “I’m not that tired.”

“I caught on to that.”

“But I am pregnant.”

What the fuck?

This woman and her damn pregnancy announcements.

“You’re what now?” I ask, leaning in to make sure I hear everything perfectly clear.

“I’m pregnant again, Adrian,” Elena whispers softly with her blue eyes glowing in excitement. “You’re gonna be a daddy again.”

“Everybody out,” I holler then, straightening my spine and overlooking the dining room full of people. “Elena needs to rest.”

I get a bunch of confused expressions, but no one moves an inch.

Elena laughs, reaching for my hand and lacing our fingers together. “Thank you so much, everyone, for the lovely evening. Adrian and I are going to say good night.”

Mutters stir in the space, but Elena doesn’t wait to say goodbye to anyone, guiding me up to the second floor and slamming my spine up against the nearest wall where, if you peered over, you could see the foyer by the front door.

“Couldn’t wait, eh, wife?”

“I’m so fucking horny, Adrian,” she moans, ripping my dress shirt out from my waistband. “And this suit looks so damn good on you.”

Elena was a beast in bed while pregnant with our daughter. She always wanted to fuck, and it was almost to the point where she wore my ass out.

Yet I cannot say I hate when my wife is pregnant.

“Get on your knees, Elena,” I order. “I want to see how much you want my cock.”

She immediately haunches down, stretching the material of her dress as she releases my dick from my boxers and takes my tip between her lips.

Elena sucks mercilessly as I hear our guests leave our house. My balls tighten, wanting to spill all my cum down her throat, but I drag her up on shaky legs and switch positions. Hooking one leg around my forearm, I peel her panties aside and drive myself into her.

With her heels, she’s the perfect height, and, with the wall, I can get the best stability I need.

“Oh, fuck, Adrian,” Elena stammers, gripping the sleeves of my suit jacket. “Harder.”

I follow what she needs and feel her cunt squeeze me tighter. “Fuck,piccola diavola, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Please…do it.” Her grip hardens. “You feel so good. I love being yours.”

“And you’re always gonna be mine, aren’t you, wife?”

She bobs her head. “Always. I love you.”

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