by Posey Parks
“Um, fuck! I love your big fat cock,” I purred.
He chuckled. “I know.”
I circled my tongue around each nipple. Sucking as I moaned.
“Fuck, me Dominic.”
He spread my legs wider and his fingers slipped around my clit.
“I want it now.”
“Baby, it’s coming.” He kissed my shoulder.
No more waiting. I pressed my pussy against the head of his cock, until he filled me. “Ah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
His eyebrow arched and he gripped my thigh, pulling me into him. Causing me to fucking lose it. I gripped his hair and bit his lip as he plowed in to me again and again. The only sounds was his body slapping against mine.
“Fuck, your pussy is so good,” he groaned into my ear as he bit into my flesh.
“Don’t stop.” I tried meeting his rhythm, but he controlled my movements, still clutching my thigh.
“Shit, baby.” The emotions that swept his face were raw. Tears formed in his eyes as our lips hung in the air together.
“I can’t be without you, Carmen.”
A single tear slid down his cheek. The big strong, mafia man came undone for only me. Little old me. The research girl held his heart in the palm of her hand. I’d never take it for granted again.
I caressed his face. “I belong to only you, Dom. Come for me, baby.”
He quickened his pace. My pussy clenched around his cock as my orgasm washed over me. My fingernails dug into his back. His eyes turned a dark forest green as he stilled inside me. “Carmen,” he growled. His knees buckled and he gripped the counter.
Dominic collected himself, then kicked his jeans and boxers aside.
He scooped me off the counter and lowered me into the large white tub. Dominic climbed inside and pulled me into his arms.
The ends of my hair curled in the water. “You are all I need, Dominic.”
“Are you sure?”
I pondered on his question. “Oh, you and my research.”
“Now that sounds like the right answer.” He slid the sponge over my skin. “Are you nervous about our families meeting?”
“A little. But it’s overdue.”
“True. When we renew our vows in a few years, we’re inviting everyone.”
I peeked up at him. Oh really?”
“Yup.” His fingers melted into my shoulders working out the kinks.
I closed my eyes. “That feels so good.” I moaned.
“Soon our children will fill the bedrooms down the hall.”
“Wait, a minute. I thought we agreed on spacing out the two children?” I glanced over my shoulder.
“No, we agreed to have our first child in a year. Then we agreed to have another and another and another.” He snickered, kissing my temple.
“I’m not even going to argue.”
“Good, because it would be an uphill battle for you.”
I chuckled.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
DOMINIC
Wrapped in her plush robe she laid in my arms on the sofa in the theater room. My bare chest rose and fell under her finger tips. I stared at the romance movie on the screen. Carmen’s hand dipped inside my black basketball shorts.
“Baby, you do realize we still have tomorrow night after the wedding reception to make love?”
Her lips grazed my neck. “Um, huh.”
She ignored me.
“I don’t work tomorrow. So, I’m sleeping in with you.”
“Who said I wasn’t going into the office tomorrow?”
She peered at me. “Your wife.”
“Oh, yeah!” I scooped her up, tossing her against the soft cushions. Her robe fell open revealing her breasts and pussy.
Hovering over her, my tongue slid around her nipple as my fingers dove into her wet pussy.
“Still, wet for me?”
“Fuck, yeah,” she moaned.
Her moans vibrated through her chest against my lips. Fuck, she drove me insane. Carmen slipped out of her robe and flung her legs open. Her fingers massaged my scalp. “Eat my pussy,” she purred like a fucking cat.
Her hands pushed my head toward her mound. There was no need for her to push me. Willingly and hungerly, I was ready to suck her pussy lips into my mouth.
My fingers toyed in the hair on her mound as I licked her clit.
“Oh, shit, Dom.”
“Oh, shit is right. You taste so fucking good.” I sucked on her pussy lips. Carmen bucked her hips shoving her pussy deeper into my mouth.
“Lick right there, Dominic.”
She’s never told me what to do during sex. But I knew who the culprits were. And I wasn’t mad. If my woman was going to linger in her orgasm, then keep bucking. I want to please her. Gripping her thighs with one hand, I swirled my tongue around her clit and slid two fingers in and out of her soaked hole. Her hands dropped over her head. Her body relaxed in my grip. My tongue slid up and down her slit. I sucked her clit and her body convulsed in my arms.
Tears spilled from her eyes. “That was fucking amazing.” I drank up her juices. Sitting up, I watched her legs shiver. I smiled inside.
“Come here.” Carmen sat up.
I dropped my shorts, kicking them aside.
“Carmen, I want you on your hands and knees on the sofa. Ass facing me.”
“Ok.”
I grabbed her legs. “Lower your face to the sofa. Bend your legs behind my back.” She did as she was told.
I thrust into her pussy and massaged her clit with one hand. I clutched her waist with the other arm. Slowly, I rocked her pussy. Not sure how long she could handle this position, so I increased my speed. “Are you ok?”
“Yes.” Her ass shook each time I slammed into her G-Spot.
“This is fucking perfect, Dominic.” Each time I hit her G-Spot she lost it. Another orgasm. My hands were mounted on her hips, pulling her into me again and again.
“Carmen, I’m cumming!” I growled.
Her last orgasm ripped through her as I plummeted into her the final time.
“Shit!” she screamed in pleasure.
I lowered her shaky legs. Sitting beside her, I pulled Carmen into my lap. Slowly, she eased down my cock.
“You don’t know how often I think about coming to the lab and fucking you all over your station.”
She smiled kissing my lips. “After hours, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Good to know.”
∞
Carmen looped her arm around mine and we strolled into the grand reception at a humongous estate in Belleville, NJ.
“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Sergio Magarelli!” The DJ announced.
Our guests stood to their feet and we waved. I wore a custom white tuxedo. Carmen wore the same wedding dress from our wedding day. I told her she could’ve bought a new dress. She said she wanted to take pictures with her mother in that dress. I thought that was special.
We posed for pictures with our families for two hours before the reception begin. As pain staking as it was, it was worth it. I loved that my brother was able to partake in our special moment. Everything worked out. I married a beautiful, intelligent woman who will become a millionaire after she releases her product for sale. Her hard work paid off. I could never say enough how proud I was of Dr. Carmen Magarelli.
Carmen and I greeted guests at every table. The last table was right off the dance floor. I pulled Carmen into my arms.
“Is the reception everything you ever dreamed of?”
“Everything and more. It’s perfect.”
She was right. It was perfect. My brother could discuss business in one of the rooms upstairs. My grandfather was satisfied. This was all he wanted to see us happy and enjoying one another.
Later, that night, I stepped out of the main room into the lobby.
“Dom, are you ok?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, I’m headed to the restroom.”
“All right.” I’ll wait right
here.
I nodded.
I’d search for Dillon in a moment. He’d been in a meeting for an hour now.
After leaving the restroom, I walked up the stairs to the second level. Peeking over the banister, I noticed Brian and Hugo were deep in a conversation.
I continued down the hall.
“Hello, Dominic.”
Halting my steps, I turned to the voice. “Angelita, how are you?”
“I’m well thanks for asking. Have a seat.”
“Why? There’s nothing to talk about.”
She grinned. “Oh, I beg to differ.”
I sighed and sat beside her on the couch. She whipped out her cell. A man stood in the bushes outside the window in the courtyard, glaring through a sniper rifle scope.
“Don’t make a move or a sound.”
The next image was Carmen standing in the line of fire.
My heart sank and rage engulfed my body.
I clenched my fists. “What do you want, Angelita?”
She tossed her blonde locks over her shoulder. “You. If you choose to run to her defense, I’ll give the order to take her out,” she stated through clenched teeth.
“But if you come with me, she lives.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“I don’t want to kill her. I want to kill you. I want to watch her live her life without you.”
“I’m sure it will crush the little damsel in distress. You have ten seconds to make up your mind or she’s dead.” A sneaky laugh released from her throat. “Order your guards to watch her. Then you’ll climb into a storage bin in the kitchen. We’ll roll you right out the back door.
“Ok. I’ll do what you want as long as you don’t hurt her.”
“Let’s move.”
I held my composure and stepped to the white banister.
“Brian and Hugo, I need you guys to check on Carmen.”
“Boss, are you sure?” Hugo asked, eyebrow raised.
“Yes. I’ll be down in a moment. One of Dillon’s guards are with me.”
They stood for a moment. “On it, boss,” Brian stated.
Angelita stood in the shadows of the dim sitting area waiting. I walked freely toward the kitchen. She knew holding a gun on me wasn’t necessary. I’d go willingly to protect my wife.
My brother’s boisterous laughter filled the halls. Angelita ducked around the corner.
“Dominic, great reception.”
“Thanks,” I smirked.
“Hey are you ok?”
“Yeah. You know. I remember how you always taught me to be the best. It’s good having you here at my wedding reception.
And as the head of our family. Grandfather chose the right man. I’ll see you in a moment. I need a little fresh air.”
His eyebrows rustled together. “Yeah, see you in a moment.
Oh, wait you know what else I remembered?” He pointed toward me.
“Those fucking Kennedy boys beating the shit out of you.”
I sighed. “You would remember that.”
He stepped closer staring me square in the eyes. “What did I do to those boys?”
“Beat the shit out of them. And told them you will never fuck with my brother again!”
“And what did I say to you?”
I imagined us in that moment, two young boys on the street, standing over the boys.
“Dom, get up…” My voice broke. “…And kick the shit out of their asses.”
I puffed my cheeks shoving my fists into my pockets. “See you in a moment, Dillon.”
I stalked off toward the kitchen never looking back. My fucking brother knew something was off. Being soft wasn’t in my nature. But the thought of someone killing my wife broke me down.
Angelita burst through the doors a few minutes later. “What was that?”
“My brother was dead and now he’s at my wedding. I was never supposed to see him again.”
She stared me up and down. “Touching. Turn around and climb into the black storage container. Hand over your weapons.”
I followed her orders. What choice did I have? What if she still killed my wife and me?
“Cup your hands together.”
Angelita zip tied my hands, then shut the doors. I was sweating bullets in the box. Not because I was hot, but because I was afraid for Carmen. Please don’t let Dillon do anything stupid.
How are we looking inside?
Good. Everyone’s laughing and dancing.
And her?
She’s dancing with the Magarelli sister.
Good. Blow it.
Yes, Angelita.
“No!” My eyes slammed shut and I wailed. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Angelita.”
I locked myself away in my mind. Nothing mattered anymore. My entire family died for the error of my ways. I kicked my feet against the box repeatedly. Killing a woman had never crossed my mind until now. I wanted to chop her pretty fucking head off. She cost me everything. All because she wanted to be mafia royalty.
The door opened. The bright light flashed in my eyes, burning my pupils. “Shit.” I pressed my face against the cold hard plastic.
“End of the line, Magarelli,” a man snickered.
They yanked me out of the box. The red glare of my eyelids were less intense.
Blinking several times, I scanned the storage warehouse. She brought me to her father’s business. It didn’t matter where I was. What did I have to live for anymore? She took everything from me. I stepped out of the box. Head first I rammed one of the men in his stomach. “I’m going to fucking kill you?” I promised through gritted teeth.
The other guy grabbed my arm and slammed his fist into my stomach.
A rumbling chuckle released from my throat. “Take your best shot,” I toyed.
His fist plunged into my jaw. I fell to the ground.
“Come on. Kill me. I have nothing to live for.”
“Get him in the chair,” Angelita ordered as she walked toward us.
She removed a baseball cap and sunglasses from her face. She wore a white blouse and black slacks. Angelita was dressed like the servers from the reception. She knew that was the only way she could make it out alive.
Angelita stalked toward me. “I finally get to end you.” She kneeled staring into my eyes. Sadness filled her eyes not hate.
“You have me all to yourself. Are you happy now?”
She sat at my feet, resting her head on my thigh. “This is not what I wanted. You should have never been with her. I was yours. Everything from the day we met went as planned until she fucking bumped into you.”
“What are you talking about, Angelita?”
“I asked daddy to arrange a meeting between you and I. Pity was what I had for you the first time I saw your green eyes. They were cold but sad at Dillon’s funeral. You were strong even in that moment. You wouldn’t shed a tear.
Dinner at your grandfather’s went better than I planned. We were into each other.”
“Ha, ha, ha! Is that what you thought?”
She peeked up at me.
“My grandfather asked that I take you out. His exact words were, “Make her feel special.”
I told him I had no plans of settling down. He said and I quote, “I didn’t ask you to marry her.”
“No,” she roared, jumping to her feet.
Confusion and hurt loomed her pretty face.
“I have to hand it to you. You were smart.” I smiled.
“You tried to use your daddy’s connections because of a stupid crush. My grandfather only cared about lining his pockets. Grandfather didn’t want any of the four families to have access to this storage facility. It was business, baby.”
“Hit him.”
The guy’s fist slid across my face. Pain quaked my body.
I turned to the side and spit blood onto the floor.
I cut my eyes up at her. “No one makes me do what I don’t want to. And before you get in your feelings again it was nothing
personal. I shouldn’t have allowed us to date as long as we did. You and I rarely saw each other. I didn’t think you’d hold on so tight to something that wasn’t even there. I told you several times to move on.”
She ran her fingers over her long blonde hair. “So many times, we made love.”
“Nope it was always just sex. I liked you Angelita. But making you my woman wasn’t going to happen. The only woman to become my woman also became my wife. You snuffed her out.” I dropped my head.
“She was sweet.” I glanced at her. “Not a sneaky conniving bitch like you. The day you and I talked at my brother’s welcome home party, you said she wasn’t cut out for this life. You were right to a certain extent. I trained her behind closed doors. Made her a fucking mafia princess.” I snickered.
Her face turned deep red. “What! Why would you do that?”
“I guess I was selfish like you. She had to be mine. And I wanted her to be able to handle her own against someone like you. But in the end, you won. You killed my wife and you’ll kill me too. Let’s get on with it. Because I don’t want to live without her.”
I tore my eyes away from hers, staring at the floor.”
What I had to live for was stolen from me.
DILLON
The look in my brother’s eyes was defeat. The same look in his eyes when we were kids. Those two little badass fucks slammed their fists into my brother. I attacked from behind. He needed to stand on his own and beat the shit out of those two. My brother needed to be strong. Stand and fight.