Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Fine. How about we watch some television together?”
“Works for me.” We turn it on, and it’s a news conference.
A local mob wife, Santana Moreno, was gunned down this afternoon outside a boutique after an attempted abduction. Rumors swirl that it was her own husband, Ernesto Moreno, who has suddenly gone missing and hasn’t been able to be reached regarding the death of his wife, although sources are not talking to reporters or police at the moment.
Two other members of the Moreno Crime Family have been found dead this evening after apparent suicides.
This comes after the loss of massive amounts of income, which sources claim wasn’t legally obtained. We are not aware if the FBI or the ATF had any hand in the matter with the seizure of their assets, however, we will keep you informed when we learn more on the Moreno family case.
“I guess our marriage is old news.”
“I guess so.”
“Maybe it’s time for a honeymoon.” He presses his hand to my core, teasing my pussy through my yoga pants.
“I’d like that a lot,” I moan.
“Me too.” All talking is forgotten.
Epilogue
Gio
This vacation spot is perfect: the shores of a sandy beach, a drink completely forgotten, and the most beautiful woman in the world riding my cock all damn day. What more could I ask for?
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
For this fucking phone not to be ringing.
“It might be important.”
“Nothing is as important as watching your tight little pussy being sliced apart by my monster cock.” My fingers dig into her hips as I hold tight, gripping her soft flesh, marking it with my prints. I rock her on my stick, working that fucking little nub against me and letting that friction drive her nuts. Her long black hair falls freely over her shoulders, blowing in the breeze while her tits sway with every glide of our bodies.
“Fuck, Gio. I’m going to come.”
“Not too soon, baby girl. I’m not ready for that tight little pussy to quit on me yet.” Her walls clench around my shaft, fluttering as her orgasm builds. “Cupcake, don’t you come yet, or I’m going to bend you over and spank that ass.”
“Why do you have to be so mean?”
“Because you love it when I’m mean.”
“I love you all the time, Gio.”
“I love you, Cupcake.” She cries out then, orgasm shuddering through her tanned body. “Fuck,” I grunt, flipping her over onto the lounger and drilling into my gorgeous wife until I have nothing left. Unable to move much more, I turn us to the side and cradle my beloved cupcake until I hear her snore so lightly.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
“Damn it.” I grab the fucking phone off the small table next to my lounger and answer it. “Barone.”
“Hey, just calling to say that your sister and Matteo were attacked today,” Marco said.
“What?” I nearly fall off the lounger.
“They’re cool, but we’re doubling the guards to join you two down there.”
“Who was it?” I ask with a whisper as I slide out my arm from under my wife and climb off the sofa. They had brass balls to pull that move on the family.
“Some chick that was into Matteo.”
I look for my trunks and slip them on before wrapping a towel on my wife. “That’s fucked, since we know he didn’t screw anyone but Viv.”
I don’t leave her unattended, but I don’t want to wake her so I sit in on the lounger beside her. “Yeah, well, she got it in her head that he liked her from one business call.”
“How did she find them?”
“Viv’s ring.”
“What?”
“Yeah. It’s fucked up. Luckily you didn’t get Patty a special ring like that and you don’t have any conquests to chase after your wife.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
“Well, we’re sending the guards by nightfall. Dad doesn’t want a repeat.”
“I’m fine, but they better keep their distance.”
“And Dad’s going to be one of them.”
“Okay. I’d rather have Dad by my side than anyone else.”
“Totally got it.”
“Take care of that beautiful wife.”
“I will.” I end the call and decide it’s best to take Patricia inside. As soon as I lay her down on our bed, she opens her eyes. “So is it true? Were you a virgin?”
I clamp my lips shut. How do I answer that without sounding like a pussy? “Yes.”
“Why?”
I purse my lips and try to sound like the badass man she married. “Well, remember I’m only twenty-two.”
She tilts her head and gives me a sexy smirk that’s full of disbelief. “That’s not that young when it comes to sex, and, well, look at you. You don’t look like you’re a nerdy guy. You look very mature.”
“You’re saying I look old?”
“It’s not that you look old so much as you seem older and sexy. You’re powerful, domineering, smart, and tough.”
“You forgot rash, stupid as fuck, with a jealous streak a mile wide when it comes to you. Wife, I have a lot to learn when it comes to being your husband, but I’m sure as fuck going to try more because I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how to breathe when you’re not around.”