Page 35 of Days Of Valentino

“Okay, back the fuck off my daughter. She’s perfectly normal and sane,” my dad grunts.

“Thanks, Papa,” I say, and he winks at me.

“Anytime, princess.”

Episode Fifteen

Iroll over and drag my wife back down as she attempts to sneak out of bed. “Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. Valentino?” I ask her, my mouth peppering kisses up and down her neck.

“I was going to make my husband breakfast.” Kyla sighs, her weight fully sinking into me.

“I’d much rather just have you for breakfast,” I tell her, rolling her onto her back. My body falls on top of hers. I lower myself down, sneaking underneath the blankets, and my mouth wraps around one perfect, hardened nipple. My hand cups the opposite breast, kneading the flesh.

Kyla’s back arches off the mattress. Her fingers tangle in my hair. Pushing my face harder against her chest. “Maybe you can start with me and then top it off with actual food. But make it quick. I have an early lecture this morning,” she says.

“Babe, no one rushes a delicacy. Meals like this were made to be savored. Every. Single. Bite.” I clench my teeth, marking her perfect skin. “It’s supposed to be enjoyed.” I lick over the tiny divot. “Should be appreciated,” I tell her, moving farther down until my shoulders are resting between her thighs. My fingers spread the lips of her pussy wide open, and my tongue darts out against my bottom lip. Kyla has the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.

“Oh god, Lorenzo, stop playing with your food and eat it already,” she whines.

What’s that saying? Oh, right.Happy wife, happy life.

I’m not stupid. If my wife wants something, I’m going to make damn sure she gets it. Right now, the thing she wants is my tongue sliding through those wet folds of hers. Starting from the bottom, I slowly drag my tongue upwards, stopping at her clit and circling around it before repeating the process. Kyla attempts to hold me against her clit. Her hips pushing upwards and seeking more pressure.

I press down on her thighs, keeping her as still as I can. I love seeing my wife squirm beneath me, but I love hearing her scream in pleasure even more. I thank God every day I wake up next to my wife, so fucking grateful that she’s mine.

My tongue glides back up to her clit. I close my mouth around it. And suck. Kyla screams out and pulls on my hair. Her hips bucking. “Yes, oh god. Don’t stop,” she moans.

I wouldn’t dream of it.

I push two fingers inside her, the walls of her pussy clenching and gripping me so fucking tight. I move in and out of her while I suck harder around her clit. Kyla comes apart, screaming out my name. It’s like music to my ears and honestly the best fucking way to start the day. Once her body stops shivering, I slide back up the length of her torso before gripping her chin in my hand.

“I love you, Mrs. Valentino.”

“I love you, Mr. Valentino,” she says as she leans forward to claim my lips.

Her tongue swirls around mine, and my cock pulsates. He’s ready to feel heaven. Positioning myself at her entrance, I slowly slide in until I’m buried to the hilt.

“Oh, shit, Lorenzo,” Kyla moans as I slide out and then back in a little more forcibly. Picking up one of her legs, I wrap my arm under her knee, bending her leg back. The angle gives me better access and my cock buries deeper inside her.

She’s so wet, and the wall of her cunt is quivering. She’s still coming down from the orgasm I just gave her. “I want another one,” I say. “I’m not stopping until you come all over my cock, babe.”

Kyla hooks her other leg around my back, using it as leverage to grind up against me. Meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand grips her throat, squeezing just enough but not too tight that it’ll leave marks.

“I’m… shit…” Her legs stiffen and her body shakes as another orgasm tears through her.

“Fuck yes!” I yell as my thrusts become wild, chasing my own release. I can feel it. My balls tighten and tingles travel along my spine. Pulling out of her, I grab my cock and pump it three times,spilling my seed all over my wife’s stomach. “Best way to start the day, babe.” I sigh before rolling over onto my back.

“I’ll say,” she huffs. “But I really do need to get moving, or I’m going to be late.”

“Let’s shower and then I’ll drive you to campus.”

“I’m showering alone. If I let you in there, we won’t get out for at least another hour.”

“You would deny me the pleasure of washing my wife’s body? Really, Kyla, that’s fucking cruel.” I pout.

“Oh, sweetie, you haven’t seen cruel yet. You know McKinleys are known for being heartless,” she says.

“You are the farthest thing from heartless, Kyla, and you’re also not a McKinley anymore. You’re a Valentino.” I smile. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that she’s my wife. She has my last name.

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