With my cock in her mouth, Laurie’s eyes shoot up to my face, and I lose all control. My hips move, and I thrust uncontrollably, her gags filling the air and tears shining in her eyes.
She grabs hold of my ass and holds me tight, hollowing out her cheeks, and I’m fucking done for.
Every drop of blood gathers in my cock, all brain activity ceases, and incredible pleasure shoots down my spine. “Laurie,” I groan her name like a fucking prayer as my orgasm strikes, and just as I think it will never get any better than this, she fucking swallows.
Every drop.
My wife drinks my release like she’s been dying of thirst, and when I start to come down, she licks me fucking clean from base to tip.
Fuck obsession.
Laurie becomes my life force. The heartbeat of my fucking soul.
I have to pry my fingers from her hair, and taking her hand, I help her to her feet before I tuck my cock away and zip up my pants.
My breathing is still very harsh, and when I look at my wife, she’s watching me with an eager expression in her eyes.
How the fuck can she wonder whether she gave a good blow job?
I grip the back of her neck and lean into her. “You altered my fucking brain chemistry.”
A smile spreads over her face, and seeing how happy she is that she gave me pleasure, I pull her into a hug and pepper the side of her face and head with kisses.
“Thank you for today and trying so hard to make the best of this marriage I forced you into,” I whisper.
“Oh, right.” She presses her forehead to my shoulder. “Kind of forgot about all of that.” Drawing a little back, she stares at me for a long moment. “You have this uncanny way of making me lose track of where I am and everything that’s happened.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “One of my superpowers.”
Again, Laurie watches me as if she’s trying to solve a puzzle. “I’m probably going to regret this at some stage, but what the hell. Let’s do this, Adriano.”
A triumphant smile spreads over my face, and tugging her closer, my breaths warm her swollen lips as I say, “Brace yourself, Laurie. You’re in for one hell of a ride.”
Before she can respond, I seize her mouth, laying claim to her.
Once again, everything fades away until there’s only us, and just as my hands begin to greedily rub over her hips, sides, and breasts, Little Ricky calls out, “Where you at?”
Reluctantly, I free my wife’s mouth and shout, “Wait in the living room.”
“Got it,” he replies.
I drink in the thoroughly satisfied expression in Laurie’s eyes as she licks her swollen lips.
Glancing down, I make sure she’s covered before adjusting my clothes, then taking her hand, I leave the kitchen.
When we step into the living room, Laurie’s fingers tighten around mine.
Little Ricky gestures at Pierre and his two guards who always accompany him. “Do you need me to stay?”
“No, get a group of men ready. We’re going out in an hour or so to cause mayhem.”
Little Ricky grins because he’s always up for some action.
Pierre smiles brightly at Laurie, and rushing toward her, he takes her other hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “Mrs. Rizzo. It’s such an honor to meet the woman that captured this big oaf’s heart.” He steps backward and looks her up and down. “But, girl, that outfit should be burned!”
Pierre looks personally offended by the jeans and shirt Laurie has on, then he pats her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix your warpedsense of style and have you looking like the queen you are in no time.”
Laurie stares at Pierre for a moment, opens and shuts her mouth, then finally manages to say. “Okay?”