Only along the way we’ve also adopted six dogs, four cats and a pygmy pig, all rescued from shelters, so the house is a lovely, chaotic mess even with Vito here full time, taking care of nearly everything so I can work.
Because I love my work. I love my family more, but I juggle both, and with Vito’s support, I get to have the best of both worlds and a husband who should win a medal every day for all he does for us.
We got married two months after I moved into his house and I found out I was pregnant. It was a small ceremony held in a sweet little church in upstate New York, where we could feel safe having my father come with some assistance. Karen and Malcolm were there, dancing around each other.
Vito wanted to give me whatever kind of wedding I wanted, but I truly just wanted to be married to him, no matter if we had a party or not. I love wearing his ring and taking his last name, even though as time has gone on, our marriage roles are not that traditional with me working and him staying home for the most part.
It works for us and our family, and that is the core of what is a priority for us both.
I sip the tea, and Vito comes around the back of my chair and starts to rub my shoulders, making me moan.
“You’re so good to me.”
“You’re my Bambina. I love you,” his deep voice rumbles, and I never tire of hearing those perfect three words.
“Everything ready for Mom and Dad?” I ask.
“Yes. The guesthouse is cleaned, food is stocked...”
“Thank you.” I turn my head up to look into his face. “You’re the best.”
“I know it.” He smiles down, then leans in and kisses me, his warm tongue swiping on my bottom lip and making me shiver at the thought of the magical things that tongue does to me every day.
Mom and Dad are coming for a visit, as they do every month or so when they aren’t traveling. Dad has recovered nearly ninety percent of his mobility thanks to some groundbreaking advances and surgery he had soon after Vito set him up with the amazing doctors in New York.
He and Mom travel a lot now. It was always their dream to fill the map on the kitchen wall at home with pins everywhere they've been, and with Vito’s financial help, their dreams are coming true.
“Come on, baby. It’s time for bed.” Vito spins my office chair around, then pulls me up, lifting me like I’m a feather and wrapping me around the front of him.
“Careful,” I protest, holding my mug of tea out. “We’re both going to be soaking wet if you’re not careful.”
He starts walking toward the office door as my legs grip around his back just above his ass.
“I like you wet. I like when your wetness makes parts of me wet. All in all, I like wet.”
We make our way to the bedroom and Vito puts me down, then strips me and motions for me to get on the bed.
“Head down, ass up, little girl.” His voice thickens, and it immediately has my pussy drenched and ready for what I know is about to come. “I need. Assume the position.”
I do as he says, crawling up onto our massive bed, my ass high in the air, back arched, face turned sideways on the soft bedding. Then I reach around and pull myself apart for him.
“That’s my girl. Showing me all you have to offer me.”
I twist my head and see him drop his boxers, his incredible cock already stiff and standing tall. His hand drifts down to stroke it slowly as he walks to the bed.
I yelp when the first smack hits my ass just under where my hands are, then another and another until the warmth spreads over my skin and I’m panting with my own sort of need.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please fuck me. Fuck my ass, please.”
“Hmmm. So many wonderful choices. You know I love all your holes.” When his mouth hits my soaking pussy, I cum almost immediately, my legs shaking as I fill the room with the sounds of my pleasure. Vito’s tongue laps at me and sucks my clit until I cum one more time, calling for him and begging for his cock to be inside me somewhere. Anywhere.
“You are a cock-hungry, dirty slut for me, aren’t you, princess?”
I feel the tip sliding up and down through my wetness. “Yes, Daddy. Always for you. Forever for you.”
“Good girl.”
The tip of his cock is at my ass, making me draw a sharp breath as I prepare for its invasion.
“Is this what you need?” Vito asks as the head pushes forward, spreading me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Such a naughty girl, tempting Daddy like you do. Wearing your little dresses around without panties. Bending over, knowing you’re making me hard all day. You know I’m going to have to fuck you hard now. Teasing little girls get what’s coming to them.”