Page 47 of Days Of Valentino

Kyla moans and does as she’s told. I close the distance and drag her forward until her knees are on the edge of the mattress. Popping open the lid, I tip the bottle of lube and squirt it over her ass. I drop the bottle onto the bed and use my finger to push the liquid into her hole before lining my cock up and slowly pushing in.

“Oh god,” Kyla cries out as she buries her face in the sheets.

“So… fucking… tight,” I grunt as I continue to slide in until I’m bottomed out. There isn’t a part on my wife’s body I’m not obsessed with.

“Shit, I feel so full,” Kyla says.

“Full of my cock.” I pull out and push back in before continuing at a slow pace. Reaching underneath her, my fingers find her clit and circle it, knowing the combination of stimulation and anal really sends her over the fucking edge. Within seconds, my wife’s ass is gripping my cock so fucking hard.

Kyla screams out my name as she comes. I don’t give her any recovery time before I slide out of her ass and slam into her cunt.

“Ah, harder,” she says while looking over her shoulder at me.

“Harder? You trying to tell me how to fuck you good, babe?” I ask, slapping her ass.

“No, I’m telling you I want it harder, Lorenzo,” she says as she shoves backwards against me.

I pick up my pace, fucking her harder and harder with each thrust until we’re both panting and screaming each other’s names.

Collapsing onto my side, I turn my head to look at my wife. My gorgeous, breathtaking wife. “I fucking love you,” I tell her.

“I love you,” she says.

My hand rests over her flat stomach. “I can’t wait to fill this up. Create amini you.”

Kyla shoves my hand aside. “If you want a baby oven, Lorenzo Valentino, go and find a wife your own age.”

I laugh. “I’m perfectly happy with the wife I’ve got, thank you very much. And you don’t mean that.”

“You’re right. I don’t. If you tried to find a new wife, I’d have Daddy feed her to his pigs, and then I’d have him feedyouto his pigs. We both know he’s itching to cut you up into tiny pieces,” she says.

“Harsh.” I look at her. There are times I worry my wife inherited her father’s psychotic tendencies, but then I remember that it doesn’t matter if she did. Because I’d still fucking love her.

“I’m twenty, Lorenzo. I’m not popping out babies yet. I like it being just you and me,” she says.

“So do I.” I lean forward and kiss her. “We have our whole lives to give the world a mini you,” I tell her. “We can wait. Besides, it’s not my clock that’s ticking anyway.”

“Twenty, Lorenzo, not forty.” She laughs. “That clock can keep on ticking.”

Would I start a family with this woman today?Abso-fucking-lutely.But I will never force her to do anything she’s not ready to do.

“Lorenzo, do me a favor and stay out of trouble when we’re in New York,” she says. “I don’t want to fly thirty hours to have to visit you in a jail cell.”

“I’ll stay out of trouble—promise.It’s a family vacation, babe. That’s it.” I kiss her forehead and pull her against my chest.

Episode Twenty-One

Ithrive on winning arguments. I’m in my element when I’m getting people off charges. I fucking love it. I’m tenacious in the courtroom. I don’t go down without giving it my all.

It seems my sons have inherited that trait. I’ve watched these boys grow into the men they are today. They’ve had many arguments… little disagreements over the years. None as stupid as the one they’re currently going at each other for right now,though. I could intervene. I could put a stop to their bickering, but this shit is too fucking entertaining.

“I’ve got ten Gs on Lorenzo,” Theo says from the seat next to mine.

“I don’t know. Enzo’s pretty worked up.” I laugh.

And as if on cue, Enzo throws a right jab at his older brother’s ribs. “You shot my wife at my fucking wedding!”

“It was your dream. It wasn’t even real, fucker.” Lorenzo lands an uppercut to Enzo’s jaw.

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