by Posey Parks
“Gladly, Mrs. Esposito.”
I plunged into her. “Shit, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.”
She sat up and bounced up and down my cock. “Yes, right there, Marco. Fuck, I needed this. I know it’s selfish. But I needed to be fucked by you. My husband.”
I clutched her ass cheeks. “Slide all the way to the tip and back down,” I ordered, stroking faster.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Pleasure consumed her gorgeous features.
“Oh, my god. I am so happy you are here. I needed you,” Emoni cried.
“I love how your huge cock fills my pussy.”
I gripped her breasts. “Come here. I want to wrap my tongue around your nipples.”
The second she leaned over; I yanked the scrunchie from her dark locks. I stuck my fingers in her damp hair and sucked on her plump lips. “You are a man’s weakness.” I gazed into her eyes.
She braced herself on her hands, careful not to apply pressure to my chest.
“I couldn’t get enough of you, could I?”
“Sometimes we had sex a few times a day. We like having sex in a certain chair in the living room.”
“We’ll have to fuck in that chair on Christmas day.”
She chuckled. “Ok. Sounds good to me.”
I bit her neck, then slid my tongue along her collar bone. Gripping her breasts, I slithered my tongue around her brown nipple. “Em.”
She continued sliding up and down my cock as I licked and sucked her other breast.
“Marco, I’m coming.”
“Not yet. Sit on my face. I want to drink your cum.”
Her brows rose, but she didn’t argue. Emoni crawled over my body. She gripped the headboard as she lowered her wet pussy against my lips. Emoni’s eyes were glued to mine.
“Marco, Marco,” she panted.
“Relax, Emoni. It’s ok.”
I thumbed her clit and darted my tongue inside her.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah.” Her pussy bucked my face. With my free hand, I grabbed her thick thigh and held it in place as I assaulted her clit over and over and over again. Her body convulsed, and I drank every ounce of her sweet juices.
“So good, baby.”
“I love you, Marco.”
She was falling apart again. I could see it in her face. Emoni was a wreck. She needed to be alone with me. No one needed to see her like this. I understood that. I was her protector. I sucked her clit into my mouth and hummed.
Her head dropped back as her tears rained down upon us. “Shit,” she wailed.
I grabbed her small waist and laid her beside me. “Emoni, I told you to let it out.”
I hovered over her on my forearms. The pain ricocheted through my body. For her, I’d suffer through the excruciating pain a little longer. I slid deeper and deeper inside her convulsing pussy. Emoni gripped my face. I winced as the pain shot through my back and torso. Shit.
“I almost lost you. The guilt is eating away at me.”
Her soft hands stroked my face. “I’m so sorry.” This time her body wasn’t shaking from an orgasm, but from sorrow.
“Emoni, my duty is to protect my wife. That isn’t something that I learned. It’s a code I live by. I told you I’d protect you and that was exactly what I planned to do. No one could stop me.”
Her lips trembled. I grabbed the box of tissues off the night stand.
“I’m here.” I patted her beautiful face dry and wiped her nose.
“I’m staying right here with you. Kiss me. I’m telling you right now I can’t last much longer. The pain is like knives on my insides, but I’ll fight through it because I want to come inside you. You will have my little army.”
She threw her head back in laughter. “You said that I’d have all your babies.”
“See I meant that shit.” My cock rocked deeper inside her.
I crashed my lips into hers. Her pussy pulsated around my dick. “I’m coming again, Marco.”
“Good we’ll come together.” I slammed inside of her and stilled. My face contorted and my eyes rolled in the back of my head as I came.
“Emoni,” I roared through gritted teeth.
Our chests heaved against each other. My lips melted against hers before I fell at her side.
Emoni hopped out of the bed. “Lift up.” She yanked the soiled comforter off the bed. Emoni slipped the sheet over me.
“I need to change your bandages.” My eyes followed her nice ass into the bathroom.
CHAPTER SIX
MARCO
“My wife,” I whispered. I grabbed the remote off the nightstand, pressed the power button, then channel surfed.
“Emoni, are you all right?”
“Yes.” She emerged from the bathroom wearing an oversized navy robe.
“Is that mine?”
She smirked. “Yes. I love wearing your clothes. I need to grab your meds and bandages. I’ll be right back.”
“Ok.”
I didn’t mind because the robe hid her sexy shape. It hit me there would be heavy bets in the works on Christmas day. That meant a lot of money to be made. I better call Nadir.
Emoni walked in, supplies spilling over in her arms. She dumped the items on the bed.
“In a couple of days, you can take a bath. Sponge baths until then.” She lifted my neck, shoving pillows under my head.
“Emoni, my cell is in my pants pocket. Can you grab it for me?”
“Sure. Who do you have to call?”
“Nadir.”
She retrieved my phone and placed it in my hand.
“I need to check on the football bets.”
Emoni nodded, dipped into the bathroom, then returned.
I tapped his number and waited for him to answer.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Nadir, it’s Marco.”
“Hey, how you doing?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
It was also important for him to hear the strength in my tone. You never want your men to sense weakness. Especially when you’ve been hit. No doubt there was talk about me being shot and if I would recover. There would be no need to question if I’d survive my injuries. I’d make my rounds to show my face at my businesses soon with my wife by my side. During this time showing strength was important. They definitely couldn’t find out I had amnesia. They’d question if I’d be fit to remain on the throne. Like all of a sudden, I’d have diarrhea of the mouth and tell where all the bodies were buried. Get the fuck outta here. There was no fucking way.
“I’m doing well. Can’t complain. Listen. I just wanted to find out how we’re looking for tomorrow.”
“Better than last year. We’re up by twenty.”
My brows rose. “Sounds great. Remember we ain’t cutting corners or giving handouts.”
“Understood.”
“Good. I’ll talk to you after the holidays. Merry Christmas.”
“Same to you and your family, Marco.”
I ended the call and tossed the cell on the nightstand.
“You’ve never taken me to the gambling spots.”
She cleaned my wounds.
“After we handle this shit, I’ll take you. The day after Christmas I’ll handle the rat.”
“Good.”
My heavy hand stroked her ass.
“The moment you’re done lose the robe. I want to play with your pussy and hold you in my arms.”
Her smile rose and fell. “I’d like that. Here’s a bottle of water. You need to stay hydrated.” She placed the other two on the nightstand.
“Once you take these pills, you might pass out.”
“As long as you’re lying next to me, I don’t care. That reminds me, I really need to talk to Tadeas.”
“Full disclosure. I think he’s sleeping with my sister.”
My skin probably turned deep red. “He’s there to protect your family.”
“Whom you haven’t met.”
“I married you, but didn’t meet your family?” I rub
bed my forehead.
“You couldn’t without drawing attention to us. We were trying to remain under the radar.”
“I need to meet them. Tadeas will get fired after this is over.”
She leaned over and kissed my lips. “No, Marco, Jocelyn is happy.”
I shook my head. “He was there to work. Not fuck her.”
“Jesus, baby.” Emoni placed the last bandage on my torso.
“I’m sorry, Emoni. I can’t let it go.”
She sat the supplies on the dresser and narrowed her eyes at me over her shoulder.
“Marco, what if I…” She turned, peeled off the robe, and tossed it on the chair. “…what if I give you an early Christmas gift in the morning?”
“You plan to ride my dick?”
She draped a clean gold comforter over me.
“I was thinking about sucking your cock in the shower.”
My eyes closed, and my lips curled at both ends. “That could help him keep his job.”
She chuckled as she strolled across the room, then flipped off the light. “I want to hear you say it right after you cum. That his job is safe.”
I braced my hands on my forehead. “Emoni, are you serious?”
She climbed under the comforter and caressed my neck. “Marco, please tell me you will not fire him?”
I slapped her ass. “He can keep his job.”
She snickered against my cheek. “Thank you.”
“I still want my cock between your lips on Christmas day.”
“Marco, I am always happy to suck your dick.” She lifted her brow in a flirtatious way.
Fuck, I love how she looks at me. I sense her need to be vulnerable around only me. It’s sexy. “You are?”
“Yes. Now rub my pussy.”
“You horny little pregnant woman.”
“Yup, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I wouldn’t, huh?” Damn, I did well seeking her out.
Her lips swept along mine. She grabbed my big hand and pressed my fingers against her clit.
“I love being in your arms. The way your hands touch my body.”
“I’ll make you come soon.” My lips ticked up at one end.
“Tell me about the night we met.”
She propped up on her elbow and stared into my eyes.
“I saw you standing at the bar. Boy, can you knock them back. I inquired about how many drinks you had. You told me you had it under control. Our attraction to each other was instant. You allowed me to raffle you off. Only if I won you in the auction. Which I did. So you were my date for the rest of the night. That was one of my favorite nights. You convinced me to drink, and I got shit faced.” She burst into laughter.
Her hand swayed my cheek. “We couldn’t keep our lips off of each other’s. Our lips were damn near cemented together. I wanted to fuck you, but I couldn’t follow through. We stood in front of each other completely naked. You were disappointed but not upset. We slept together. Your big arm draped across my tummy. I felt safe. I always felt safe with you.” A tear slid down her cheek.
“Well that’s never happened.” I swiped at the tear.
“You got to me. Sounds like just by being yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” She smiled.
“Lie back. Those pills are kicking in. I need to work fast.” I smiled, leaning on my forearm. Emoni giggled, then she pouted.
“Marco.” Her eyes stared into mine.
“What’s wrong?” My brows rustled together.
“I am just happy to be here with you.”
Her legs opened like a flower for me. I swept my lips across Emoni’s and circled two fingers over her clit.
“Marco,” she moaned as her eyes closed.
“My pregnant little wife can’t get enough of me.”
“Oh, God. I-I can’t,” she breathed.
Those gorgeous eyes shot open. She tugged her pebbled brown nipple and her ass rose off the bed chasing my hand.
“Fucking bellissimo. I long to watch your belly grow with my little bambino, Emoni.”
I clamped my teeth on her trembling pouty lower lip. My fingers slipped through her wetness into her core.
“You’re so fucking greedy for my touch. It drives me wild to see how hungry you are for me,” I growled.
“So fucking hungry, baby. Shit, I’m coming.”
She grabbed my cock and stroked faster and faster. My fingers teased the tip of her clit and her body went berserk. It was fucking masterful. Every inch of her body shook.
“Oh, yes, yes.”
“You’re gushing all over the bed, sweetheart.”
I gripped her shivering ass cheek and crushed her lips again.
“I never came like this at the hands of another man.” Emoni returned to stroking my cock.
“I’m trying to recover. My body doesn’t want to calm down,” she grinned shyly.
“No need to be embarrassed. I love knowing that I caused your body to lose control.” I winked.
Her lips pressed against mine. “Yeah, you did.”
Emoni broke our kiss and sank on her knees between my legs. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need my present now.”
My eyes widened.
Emoni slid her tongue under the head of my cock.
“Baby.” What the fuck? Was this the effect she had on me? Did I always sound like a bitch under her touch?
“Em,” she purred. “I can’t wait until you come all over my tongue and down my throat. I love the way you taste.” She sucked the mushroom head, then her tongue darted up and down the sides of my dick.
There was nothing she could do to me a stripper hadn’t already done. But it was different. My eyes were glued to not just her tongue and lips sliding up and down my cock, but her wedding ring. So many times, I fucked women who didn’t belong to me. They were just on loan. I guess I should say I borrowed them because I could. For the first time, I made love to a woman who didn’t belong to someone else. This woman belonged to me. She was my queen. And watching her every move made my cock harder. Emoni’s round ass pointed to the sky as she dipped lower. She held my balls in her hand and sucked them into her mouth.
“Yes, all mine, baby. Every inch of this perfect body belongs to me,” she whimpered. Her left hand crept along my tatted torso.
“Just touching your tatted skin makes me wet.”
“Emoni,” I murmured.
Her playful dark eyes gazed into mine.
“Fist my hair, Marco.”
I wrapped her hair around my fist.
“Ah,” she moaned.
“Make me take it. Make me take every inch of your long, thick cock.”
“Every inch, splendida donna.” She was a gorgeous woman. A gorgeous woman no one else could have. I was the luckiest fucking man to have a wife like her. Not only was she intelligent. She was lethal. Perfect for a boss like myself.
I thrusted my cock between her plump lips. Her long lashes lowered. She braced her hands on the bed as I plunged deeper into her mouth, tapping the back of her throat.
My eyes hooded. “Fuck, Emoni. Your lips wrapped around my cock is like heaven.”
Slowly my eyes opened as I exploded down her throat. I stilled between her lips and watched her swallow all of me.
Emoni released my cock from her sweet lips. She stumbled out of the bed toward the bathroom. My eyelids lowered then opened.
“Marco, go to sleep. I kept you up longer than intended.”
Emoni shoved a thick plush bath towel under my ass.
“I’ll change the sheets in the morning.” She slipped the comforter over my body, stopping at my neck.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?” My voice was groggy.
“Yes.”
“Where’s my wedding ring?”
She retrieved a platinum wedding band from the nightstand drawer.
“Here it is?”
I raised my hand in front of her. She slipped the band down my large finger.
I cupp
ed her face and marveled the platinum band shining against her dark brown skin.
“Baby, are you ok?” Her brows wrinkled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“Please rest.”
Those were the last words I heard.
“Marco, I’m telling you. I’ll be happy to be your wife. Look no more.” She settled into the sofa next to me. Her head dropped on my shoulder.
“We both know all you care about is my money, Vanisha.”
She smiled up at me. “Not true. We have fun hanging together.”
“Right, I watch the game and play with your pussy while you shop online. That shits not going to fly.”
“I can be a boss woman too. I know that’s what men in your position need. My father is the leader of his motor cycle club. I know what it takes. I also know how to do what I’m told, baby.” She grabbed my cock.
“Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”
“Vanisha, it’s not all about sex. There’s something missing in my life. Kicking it with you and the other strippers is fine for play time. I’ll know once I’ve found the one.”
“Ugh. Marco, you’re making a big mistake. We are perfect together.” She laid on her belly and unzipped my slacks.
“I’ll suck your cock and make you forget all about finding a woman to replace me.”
I was somewhere different. My back rested against the wall and I took a long drag of the freshly lit cigar. Maceo opened the door, and in walked a vision of beauty wearing a silver studded gown. Her beauty took my breath away. I kept my composure on the outside, but on the inside shit I was a fucking mess. Love was something I knew nothing about between a man and a woman. Other than what I witnessed between my best friend and his wife.
I bounced off the wall in my suit and reached for her hand. I drank in her gorgeous body then devoured her lips. Her body shivered in my arms.
“Fuck me, Marco,” she breathed against my lips.
My forehead rested against hers. “You know I will, baby. First, we have business to tend to.” My eyes darted to the right.
Vanisha’s mouth and hands were bound in a wooden chair. Her feet shook against the plastic sheet.
“It appears you struck a nerve with my future wife. I proposed to her yesterday, and she said yes.” I kissed Emoni’s cheek.
“What made you believe you were better than the other women I was fucking?”