Page 47 of His Playground
“Not long.” Antonia closes the book on her lap and stands. “Did you find them?”
“Not yet,” I tell her.
“Why are you back? Did something happen?” she asks.
“Louie and Sammie are handling it. I came back to check on her… and you.”
Antonia walks out of the living room. I follow her into the kitchen.
“Do you like studying business?” I say, trying to keep the topic a little lighter than attempted murder.
“I’m decent at it. My grades are good,” she replies.
“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you liked it,” I say. “I remember you used to want to study some kind of science.”
“That was a long time ago, and science isn’t a useful degree.” She shrugs.
“Tell that to all the scientific advances of the world.” I laugh. “Why did you choose business if you don’t like it?”
“Same reason I chose to marry you, Carlo, because my father told me to.”
“Ouch.” My hand rubs at my chest. I’m not bothered by her words, though. We both know the truth. “You would have chosen me anyway. We’re destined for each other, babe. Always have been.”
She ignores me.
“You know, you can change your degree now or not study at all. You can do whatever you want, Antonia. You don’t have to keep doing what your father told you to do.”
“Because now I have to do what you tell me to do, right?” she fires back.
“You have to do what you want to do,” I say. Unless what she wants to do is leave me, because that isn’t fucking happening. I don’t tell her that part. I’m not a complete idiot.
“What if I said I didn’t want to do anything? What if I said all I wanted to do was have babies and be a mother?” she asks me.
I move over to her. My hand wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her body flush against mine. “Then I’d say weshould probably work on getting you pregnant. Wouldn’t want to deny you your dreams.” I smirk.
Antonia’s eyes widen. “Holy shit, you’re serious.”
“Deadly.” My lips land on hers. My hands shift to her ass as I pick her up and sit her down on the counter.
“Oh god. I was… I don’t want to get pregnant, Carlo,” she says.
“Okay, well, we’ll just practice until you do then.” I spread her legs open. “I mean it, babe. I want you to be happy. I want you to make the choices you couldn’t make before.”
“Oh god,” she moans as my fingers push her panties to the side and slide up the middle of her pussy.
“You do need to be quiet, though. We don’t want to be interrupted.” My daughter is asleep in the other room. I need her to stay that way so I can fuck my wife.
My fingers push into Antonia’s opening. She’s wet, and I’m so fucking eager to sink inside her. My other hand undoes my belt, and then my pants, freeing my cock.
“Tell me you want this,” I whisper against her ear.
“I want it,” she moans again.
“Good girl.” My lips slam down on hers, swallowing her sounds as I line my cock up with her entrance. Replacing my fingers and filling her. Sinking into her always feels like coming home. “Fuck, I love your pussy,” I tell her between hurried kisses.
Antonia’s arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my back as I start moving in and out of her. I can’t get close enough. I can’t shove my cock into her far enough. I need more. I need everything. I need her to stop holding back. My lips slide down her neck as I kiss my way up to her ear.
“This pussy is mine,” I tell her. “I’m going to fill it. I’m going to coat it with my seed. Do you want that, Antonia? You want me to fill you up?”
