I wasn’t prepared that first night. In fact, I was still at the office when she sprawled across the bed, fully open to me, and touched her sweet little body. My gaze hooded as she dipped her fingers into the pretty pink pussy and rubbed her swollen nub. My fingers curled around my phone with such intensity I thought I might snap it in two. In awe, I watched, unblinking, taking in every minute detail. And then she breathed out my name and, fuck me, my cock drooled. She held me captive. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to lock the door when I awkwardly struggled with my belt, tugged at my zipper then dug into my pants, pulling out my dick. I don’t remember ever being that hard. I tried to take my time, running my hand up and down my throbbing, angry length, but ended up losing the battle.

I came. Twice.

She was unbelievable and as I sat there, mindlessly numb from ecstasy, with cum coating my knuckles, with it splattered across my shirt, I knew what she was doing by taunting me. It was hard to resist Vittoria, especially when she looked the way she did then, but I endured.

Slowly, day-by-day, she was wearing me down. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

By eleven thirty-four, Vittoria exited the bathroom wearing a pair of white lace panties and thin-strapped matching bralette. She approached the bed and climbed on, crawling slowly on all fours, giving me a solid view of her rounded ass. She laid down with a quiet sigh and I watched closely as she put her hands to her bare stomach. When she dipped one set of fingers under the elastic waistband, she asked, “Are you there, baby?”

This was absurd.

My wife had me locked in a chokehold. I was consumed by her, night and day, and just when I thought I was safe from her as I slumbered, she infiltrated my dreams.

“Where else would I be, topolina?” came my rough reply, my hand already under the sheet, wrapped around my throbbing cock. I ran my thumb across the bead of precum rubbing it across the head of my dick.

Neither of us lasted long, but when we came, we came together. And I liked that.

I really fucking liked that.

15. High end champagne

Chapter 15

High end champagne

Vittoria

Of all the days I’d been held up in Northport, today had to be the best, by far. As I walked into the kitchen with an idiotic smile etched into my cheeks, I placed the box down onto the counter and wondered how the hell we had gone from then to now in such a short time.