Taking the Mafia Princess

Happy Anniversary dearest husband! Since you found this, you’ll easily find me. I’m in the first place you made love to me.

I pocketed the note and hastily tossed on my shirt, but I don’t bother to button it. Locking up, I rushed to the barn in a mad dash after slipping into my boots. Damn, I could smell the storm coming. I looked around, and it was about three minutes out. It was just in time for our celebration. When I entered the barn, I saw her tiny shoes and a shirt on the ground. When I picked it up, it was the one she wore that night. Fuck, my dick ached to get her pregnant all over again.

I climbed the ladder, anticipation vibrating through me with each rung. My body ached with a desire so intense that only burying my cock in her sweet center could ease it. This was the first time we’d been up here since then. As much as I’ve wanted to relive that moment, we’d couldn’t make it happen. When she was pregnant, I refused to let her climb up here.

My hands reached the top handle, I lifted my eyes to see her lying on a pile of blankets in just the tiniest red flannel and a pair of red panties. Her long black hair braided over her left shoulder as she leaned on her right elbow staring at me. Her lips were pouty with a pale pink gloss accenting how perfect they were. She knew that I loved her natural beauty. My wife was truly spectacular. Two babies had changed her shape a little, but I loved every inch, scar, dip, and the added curves. A man could die having perfection in his arms daily.

“Well, are you going to stand there all day or claim what’s yours, cowboy?”

“Fuck, Silvia, I’m trying to take ye in. Ye’ve posed as if to be admired and painted. I want to copy this image to my head then rub my own paint all over ye.”

She sat up and leaned forward, letting the flannel fall open to reveal her spectacular tits. “Cowboy, I want you now. I want you inside of me. And like last time, I want your baby in me.”

“This is going to be over before I get inside of ye, princess.” I rubbed my hard cock through my jeans and watched the way her eyes focused directly on my bulge. She parted her lips and ran her tongue over them, eyes and body full of intent. “Do ye want me in yer pretty little mouth?”

She nodded, stalking toward me on her knees as I moved toward her falling onto mine. I tossed my flannel off, leaving my chest bare as she grabbed my button on my jeans, releasing it while looking up at me and making a popping sound with her lips. I groaned, aching to watch my cock slide down her throat. She pulled my zipper down and unleashed my thickness. I shoved down my pants past my ass, then I reached around the back of her head and held on as she slipped her tongue over the tip. Sweat already beaded across my forehead as my balls filled. Then she took half of me down while looking up into my eyes.

She backed off and moaned, “Husband.” Then she took me back in deeper until she was gagging and off again, repeating until I couldn’t handle it a second longer. I roared, thrusting coming in her mouth. I barely pulled out of her, when I grabbed her hips and dragged her thighs over my shoulders. Shredding the panties with one tug, I devoured her pussy.

“I’ll never get enough of ye. Give it all to me,” I demanded, loving how close she was after sucking me off. It turned her on almost as much as it did me.

Silvia

My head and shoulders were the only parts of me on the blankets. Declan held me, roughly as he ran his tongue over my pussy, thrusting it in and out, then sucking on my clit. His strong fingers dug into my thighs which I was sure would be bruised tomorrow. I lived for those tiny signs of his passion let loose. My sweet Declan could be a beast when he wanted to own my body which was all the time. I grabbed onto his forearms, screaming out my orgasm.

“Sweet, delicious Silvia. Give me more,” he growled on my pussy. Kissing it once more he lowered my legs to around his waist and leaned forward, thrusting his thick and long cock deep into me. He leaned down, pressed his hands to the floor, and crushed his mouth to mine.

The rhythm of our bodies moved to the beat of the rain against the roof. I moaned and clung to my husband. “I love ye, Silvia. I want ye to come again. Give me what I need,” he demanded, and I obliged. I cried out, clenching around him, coming and clawing as I felt him follow me.