Alessandro (Obsessed Alpha 6)

After tucking myself into my pants, I grabbed her dress and bra and helped her get presentable. “You look thoroughly fucked,” I groaned against the pulse on her neck. “Are you satisfied, amore?”

“Perfectly.”

A Month Later

Isabella

I packed the last of my belongings that I planned to take with us back to Italy and then sat on my childhood bed. “I’m going to miss this place,” I sighed. My entire life had changed, and I was saying goodbye to my past while greedily racing toward my future. Both Alessandro and I knew that we couldn’t take life for granted, having lost our parents at a young age. I wanted a happily ever after with him more than I could express.

I had a surprise for Alessandro that would change our status pretty quickly.

“We don’t have to sell the house, Isabella.” I gazed up to see Alessandro standing in the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and looking devilishly sexy.

“Oh, no. It’s not like we’d have a reason to come back here.”

“No, but if you wanted to keep it, there’s no reason we can’t.”

“No, Alessandro. I’m sure. Selling it is for the best.” He came into the room and scooped me off the bed and into his arms as he sat down. With my head on his shoulder, I released a contented sigh.

“I’ll do anything to make you happy, Bella.”

“Thank you, Alessandro. Speaking of making me happy, I have a surprise for you that I hope will make you extremely happy.”

“Yes?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?” He stood up and spun me around in his arms. “Yes. Yes. Grazie, cara mia.” We kissed and fell onto the bed, where we continued to celebrate until the middle of the night.

The following evening, I slipped on my little black dress that Alessandro bought me in New York during our trip there.

“Are you almost…” I turned my head to see Alessandro staring with his tongue out. “Bellissima, you look gorgeous. I don’t know if I want to cancel dinner.”

“No. You are going to see your friend. You’ve spoken so much about him since we’ve been together that I can’t wait to meet him.” A low grumbling noise escaped his lips. “Oh come now. You can’t be jealous of him. I’m all yours.”

“I don’t care, and you know it. You’re mine, and I can’t help myself when it comes to other men trying to steal you away.”

“No one is trying to steal me away, but I do love the way you get territorial. Now let’s go before we’re late. I need to build up my strength for tonight.”

“Well then,” he whispers against my ear, biting my lobe before bending down and scooping me into his arms. He rushed down the steps and out of the house to his vehicle where Cosimo sat waiting for us.

Once we were inside, he put up the divider and then slid his hands between my thighs until he reached my soaked panties. With slow deliberate strokes, he whispered a warning, “Don’t get too loud or I’ll take my hand away.”

“Maybe you should keep my mouth busy,” I whimpered, rolling my hips up off the seat to get closer to him. He pulled his fingers from my pussy, causing me to pout until he slipped them into his mouth. A light moan breezed out of me. Quickly, he unleashed his cock from his suit pants and then he lowered me down onto him, pushing my dress up over my ass and my panties to the side. Greedily I worked my way down onto his large shaft. My lip shaking as I ached for release.

His hands dug into my hair, dragging my head down to his as he pumped upward into me. Our kiss started tenderly but with every bump and grind I lost control and attacked my husband’s head with my nails and my mouth bit and licked his jaw.

He tugged the top of the dress down enough to bring my breasts to his face. “Soon they’re going to feed me and my son,” he growled. “I can’t wait to taste your milk.” He latched onto my nipple and I tossed my head back, working my pussy on him until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Lifting his head off my girls, I kissed him and cried out my orgasm in his mouth. Grunting he followed me over.

We barely had enough time to fix out clothes when we pulled onto his friend’s estate.

The second Maxim greeted us at the door, I understood why Alessandro was worried. He was a good looking man, but he wasn’t my man. Alessandro practically carried me over the threshold he had such a firm grip on my waist. We entered the house and I got the vibe that something pleasant was on Maxim’s mind. Call it women’s intuition or something, but the man looked smitten, so I teased, and I was right. We continued to the lounge area and still my darling husband hadn’t let go of me.