“I will take as much time as I need with you, Mrs. Dellucci,” I reply, bringing her hand to my lips to give it a delicate kiss.
She blushes like she’s not yet used to carrying my name. But she will get used to it soon … once I make her scream it out loud. “But dinner will be soon. Don’t want to keep the guests waiting, right?”
“They will wait as long as I demand them to,” I respond. When I lift her in my arms, she squeals. “I will get my dessert first.”
“Marcello!” she gasps, her eyes and mouth wide open as if she’s shocked, but that pinkish blush on her cheeks tells a different story. “It’s only been a day.”
“An entire day of you being away from me just to get all fancy and dressed up is far too long for my liking,” I growl as I kick open the door. “Now let me have a goddamn taste.”
“Oh my God, Marcello, you really are going for it, aren’t you?” she muses. “You even carried me over the threshold.”
She giggles as I carry her into the room and plop her down on the nearest sofa I can find.
“Marcello? I think you mean … husband.”
I take off my coat and the straps around my shoulder that secured my pants in place, throwing it all aside. Her eyes follow my every move, her tongue dipping out to lick her lips as if she’s dying to know what I’ll do to her.
“What are you going to do, husband?” she asks, almost making a purring sound like the devious Kitten she truly is underneath all that glitz and glamour.
“There’s a reason I told you not to wear underwear today, wife,” I say.
I pounce down onto her and lift her butt up in the air until her dress falls back over her legs. She squeals as I hold her in place, and I cover her mouth with my hand. “Shhh … Don’t want any unwanted guests, now do we?”
She shakes her head softly as I slide my hands up her pretty chiffon dress, pushing apart her legs. “The only sound I want to hear from you is ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘thank you, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” she quips.
So I spank her exposed ass for trying to provoke me.
“Ah!” she shrieks with a naughty giggle afterward.
And I dive right in, burying my head in the only place that makes me feel like the most powerful man on this planet: My wife’s wet fucking pussy.
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