Cruel Saints

Her lips part, and her eyes drift shut from how good it feels to take my cock deep inside her.

“Show me how you fuck,” I demand, my cock needing her to move.

Elena opens her eyes, and digging her nails into my shoulders, she begins to swivel her hips, driving me wild.

My hands find her breasts, and leaning forward, I suck on her nipples until I can’t hold back anymore. Grabbing hold of her hips, I take control, and I begin to thrust hard, my cock stroking her inner walls until we’re both on fire.

My lips pull back from my teeth as a roar builds, and then my wife begins to moan as her pleasure increases.

My fingers bite into her soft skin. Our lips parting. Our eyes hooded with lust.

Knowing I’m about to come, I growl, “Come on my cock, amore mio.”

Her head falls back, and as I take in her neck, her breasts, her snow-white skin, I begin to hammer into her. The roar tears from me, and when I empty myself inside her, I yank her to me and sink my teeth into her nipple.

Elena takes over, chasing the last of her pleasure by sensually swiveling her hips again, her pussy rubbing against me. She weaves her fingers into my hair, and when she stills, she holds me to her breast. I feel her press a kiss on my hair. “Angelo mio.” She lets out a satisfied sigh. “Ti Amo.”

Pulling back, I grin at her. “You love my cock more.”

She shrugs and gives me a playful smile, and it has me slapping her ass. When her pussy tightens around my cock, my eyebrow shoots up. “You like me spanking you?”

Her cheeks flush, and it gives me a glimpse of the girl I fell in love with.

The woman on my lap leans in, and then her teeth nip at my earlobe. “Yes.”

I harden for her again and slowly begin to thrust inside her, and then I slap her ass again.

Her pussy grips me tightly. “Again,” she moans as she begins to move up and down my cock.

My palm meets her ass, and then my fingers dig into her skin, and I fuck her until she’s screaming my name.

ELENA

(Three months later…)

On my knees by one of the flower beds, the sound of the fountain keeping me company, I pull weeds from between the tulips.

There’s a permanent smile etched on my face.

“Cara,” Aunt Ursula calls from the veranda. “Take a break. You’ve been out in the sun all morning.”

I pull out the last weed and then climb to my feet. Pulling the garden gloves off my hands, I drop them on the grass and walk to Aunt Ursula.

A cool glass of orange juice waits for me as I take a seat at the table.

“Look at your cheeks,” she fusses. “You need to wear sunscreen.”

“I’ll put some on,” I say, my smile widening.

Aunt Ursula’s become the mother I never had. With time, I opened up to her about my past, and talking with her helped me shut the door on those memories.

Aunt Ursula’s smile grows, and then I feel a kiss on the top of my head. Tilting my head back, I grin at Lucian. “You’re home early.”

He presses another kiss to my lips then comes to take a seat at the table.

Aunt Ursula pours him a glass of orange juice, and after he’s taken a sip, he says, “I had some time off between meetings and wanted to spend it with my family.”

My eyes rest lovingly on my husband. “How would you feel about that family growing?”

Lucian’s eyes snap to mine, and Aunt Ursula slaps a hand to her mouth.

I let out a giggle. “We’re pregnant.”

Lucian’s face tightens with emotion, and then he darts up and sweeps me into a hug. His arms envelop me as he spins me in a circle, laughter bursting from him.

“Dio. Dio. Dio,” Aunt Ursula chants excitedly.

Lucian sets my feet back on the ground, and fusing his mouth with mine, I taste his happiness, and it multiplies my own.

Then he lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine. “You’re having our baby?”

Nodding, I say, “I did a test this morning, and it’s positive.”

“I want to see it,” he demands.

Letting out a chuckle, I take hold of his hand and pull him into the house. Once we’re in our bedroom, I take the test from my bedside drawer and show it to Lucian.

A proud smile forms around his lips, and then his eyes meet mine. “I’m going to be a father.”

“A wonderful father just like yours was.”

My words make emotion stir on his face, then he places a hand behind my head and pulls me to him for a kiss that’s slow and filled with love.

Pulling apart, we go back downstairs, only to find Aunt Ursula in the kitchen, getting ready to cook up a storm.