“She’s your wife,” I remind him.
“She wasn’t giving a damn about my feelings when manipulating her way into my life.”
“You had the opportunity to walk away.”
“You don’t know the fucking pressure on me, Ales!”
“Still…you could have said no. You chose to walk down that aisle and pledge your life to that woman in front of God and everyone else.”
“I had no choice,” he bites off.
Not for the first time; I get the impression there’s more to the story than Marco’s sharing. I’ve often felt something else compelled him to marry a woman who was nothing more than a sexual conquest to him, but I have no idea what. Whenever I try to pry it out of him, he suggests it's nothing more than my imagination.
“Whatever. You riding with me or not?” I ask, stepping up to my chauffeur-driven car.
He smirks and slides in after me taking up the opposite bench.
****
I’ve been home for three hours, and this woman repeatedly shows me how much she’s missed me. The first hour was spent with my daughter. Bianca and I played in her playroom until she began to yawn, and Mila sent her to bed for the night. Little Aris hadn’t budged since I arrived. Obviously, I didn’t rank high on his list of priorities. Sleep was his number one love.
I picked him up and cuddled with him in skin-to-skin contact for about twenty minutes before Mila pleaded with me to lie him down. She was worried he would be spoiled. I thought she had ulterior motives, and she’s proved me right.
We’ve had sex twice, and now I am awakened again. It can’t have been long since I dozed off, but she’s got my junk in her mouth, and she’s going to town.
When I look down at her, she smirks and licks the underside of my shaft.
“Damn, if this is the welcome home I get, maybe I should leave town more often or even for extended periods.”
Mila doesn’t speak a word; she just puckers those beautiful lips around my cock and sucks.
“Fuck!” I groan as her nails lightly rake my balls.
Her tongue slides around my shaft as she works up and down.
“C’mere, cuore mio,” I whisper, reaching for her.
She shakes her head and sucks like she’s trying to steal my soul. What’s a man to do? Pressing my head deeper into my pillow, I arch my back and pump upwards into her mouth. Mila has one hand on my shaft and another between her slick lips, fingering herself. I can hardly take it.
Pulling my cock free from her mouth, I grab her and flip her around until her pussy hovers over my lips. With her belly on my chest and tits on my belly, she leans forward and pulls me into her mouth again.
My tongue slides easily across her slick surface, tasting the juices her fingers have stirred up. The harder she sucks me, the more I feel myself on the verge of a nut. I lick her again before sticking my tongue inside her flesh to devour her.
Mila’s squirming and moaning so much that I must clasp my arms around her thighs to hold her in place. I slide one finger into her ass and rotate it slowly until she whimpers around my dick.
A warm gush of her liquids squirts out onto my tongue and lips, satisfying my hunger for her. I release my seed into her mouth when she's fully relieved. She sucks harder, milking me of everything I own until I’m drained.
Mila climbs off me into my arms and snuggles close. I’m sure we’ll sleep well tonight. That’s the last thought before succumbing to the sweet confines of slumber.