Alessandro (Obsessed Alpha 6)

“I’m sorry. I just…”

“There’s no fucking excuse. Get your ass out of my village.” She turned around and fled.

“Do you think she’ll stay gone?”

“Yes, because I’ll put a tail on her to make sure she stays out of here. She’ll learn really quick what happens when you cause trouble for me. Now let me get you back home so I could punish you thoroughly for nearly giving me a heart attack.”

“You did say something about tying me to the bed, I believe,” she said with a grin.

“Yes, I did. Yes, I did.”

Epilogue

Alessandro

A week later

I closed the door, locking up the restaurant and winery for the night. Normally I wouldn’t do it, but I had plans that included Isabella screaming my name.

“Isabella, amore? Where are you?”

“Back here, Alessandro,” she called out in the barrel room. I stepped inside and watched as she grabbed the edge of her dress and lifted it over her head. “You promised to do me, and your wife needs you.”

I pulled up a seat and sat two feet from her. “Continue with the show, amore.” Sitting with my legs open, I undid my belt and freed my cock from my slacks. She watched with greedy eyes as I stroked the length from base to tip and back down. “If you’re not going to continue undressing, then come over here and open your mouth.”

She raised her brow then moved toward me with her hips swaying before dropping to her knees with her hands on my thighs. Her hand encircled my girth as she looked into my eyes. “I want you to strip me after I make you come down my throat.”

I leaned over and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. “I want to see those sexy buds as you suck me off, amore.” She moaned and arched her back before dropping her head and slipping her lips over my shaft. I watched the head disappear and then back again as she popped it out of her mouth to tease me. Growling, I grabbed her long dark hair and the base of her skull to push her down onto my cock. “Suck, wife, or I’m going to fuck you without your treat.”

Isabella loved sucking my cock almost as much as I enjoyed her doing it. The way she hummed around my rod went straight to my balls.

Her tongue lapped at the underside over my vein before she took me back down again. Inch by inch, she choked herself on me. Drooling and coming off to clean up her mess before doing it all over again. I was on edge, but I wanted to come inside of her pussy so damn bad. I wanted to feel her tight walls squeezing every drop of seed from my heavy balls.

“Enough. Get up and turn around. Lean over the barrel, cara.” She pouted when I pulled her off my shaft. “Don’t pout, amore. I want your pussy on my tongue before I come deep inside of you. Now bend over and give me my favorite vintage.” She bent over the barrel and parted her thighs. I stood up and followed her over, cupping her heat from behind, feeling how soaked she was. “See now, I’m going to have to shred these.”

“Oh no,” she sighed, feigning regret. With a grunt, I tore the lace from her perfectly round ass and tucked the scraps into my pocket. Reaching between her thighs, I stroked her wet, slit. “Damn, you want it, don’t you? Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come on your face and then on your cock, amore,” she answered, looking back at me while rolling her hips.

“You are a bad little girl.” I spanked her ass and then lowered to the ground. Lifting her juicy ass up, I slid my tongue into her folds, tasting her sweet flavor on my hungry taste buds. “Cream on me, Tesoro.” I pumped one finger into her sopping core, crooking my finger to stimulate her perfect spot. She popped her ass back and came with a passionate cry.

“Alessandro, I love you,” she screamed as I rose to my feet and impaled her onto my cock.

“I love you, Isabella.” I brushed her hair to one side over her shoulder and kissed her neck. “Ti amo, amore mia,” I whispered my adoration to her repeatedly as I fucked her tight pussy. The sound of slapping flesh echoed through the wine storage room.

I cupped her breasts, plucking and squeezing her nipples. I wanted them in my mouth, but I’d save that for when we got home.

“Come again for me, Isabella. I want my seed coating your pulsing pussy.”

“Fuck, I’m coming again.” She reached back, wrapping her arm around my head. I kissed her lips and pumped my orgasm deep into her womb. I pulled away from her mouth and bit down on her shoulder. “You’re mine.” I loved marking her even though no one could see my handiwork, I knew it. Covered in sweat and still fully dressed, I finally forced myself to leave her warmth.