“Fuck, Fabio,” she moans, laying her head on my shoulder.
“Yes, that’s what I want. I love when you fuck Fabio.”
“Me too. Although don’t tell my husband because he’s really jealous.”
“Damn right.” Even though I know she’s teasing, she’s not wrong. I’m getting possessive, willing to fight the imaginary me because I’m crazy about this woman. People tend to create distance when you have such a large family and have been married for so many years, but I cling to my wife even more. We work as a team with the girls helping out at the restaurants, learning to cook, but they also all work on computers, wanting to be a mix of both of us.
“So is the door locked?”
“Yes, my love.” I kiss her throat and lift her top, dipping down to taste her supple breasts. Her moans vibrate through my ears, but not so loud as to miss the footsteps approaching.
“I guess it will have to wait.”
“Mama, I need helps,” Leo, our youngest boy, says outside the door. “How come it’s locked?” Because I’m trying to fuck your mama.
“Come on, Leo, I’ll help you. Mommy’s working.”
“But Daddy went in there.”
“Yes, they have a meeting for the restaurant. I’ll get you ready.”
“Way to go, Chiara.”
I pick my beautiful wife up by her round ass and set her on top of the desk, using my time wisely. Dropping to my knees, I tug down her leggings until one side is completely off, the other dangling because we’re in a hurry. Spreading her juicy, wet lips, I slip one finger inside while I give teasing strokes with my tongue, laving her hardened nub until she’s grinding her mound on my face. She’s on the cusp of coming and then I free myself, slamming into her womb so hard that I rock my four-hundred-pound oak desk.
She presses her hands to the surface for leverage as I pound into her. I lift up her blouse and suck one of her pebbled, sensitive nipples into my mouth, causing her to arch her back even further. “Come for me.” I bite down a little harder than I should, but it only intensifies her need.
She rocks hard, wrapping her legs around my waist and hooking her feet to lock me in tighter. I can’t hold back any longer and squeeze her throat as she shoots off, choking my cock hard as hell with her extremely narrow slit. I unload every drop into her as if I’m trying to make sure she’s pregnant again.
“Holy shit. That was incredible.” She pants, trying to catch her breath, and so am I.
“Just like you. I love you, Anabelle Fiore.” I cling to her for a minute longer, letting our hearts calm down.
“I love you too, but we better hurry. I hear more footsteps.” I help her dress quickly and fix myself before we open the door.
“Who’s ready to go?” I ask.
“Not I,” is shouted around the house by our six children.
“Okay. We have twenty more minutes,” Anabelle calls out. Twenty more is enough time to get off another round. I raise my brows and stare at her plump tits. “Don’t look at me like that. I have to freshen up again.”
“All I wanted to say was Merry Christmas, my love.” I’m lying and she knows I am, but what can I say? I can’t stop loving her.
Twenty Years Later- Fabio
She comes down the aisle dressed in white, the snow having fallen all around outside just like her mother, twenty years ago. My sweet Camilla holds onto my arm, nervous and happy as she walks to her husband-to-be who’s itching to take my place. I laugh because I remember being him, and then I remember being him and I growl. “Daddy, please behave.”
“He wants to do things to you,” I confess, slowing down our pace which causes her fiancé to raise a brow and my wife to glare at me.
Camilla smiles at them and then whispers through clench teeth, “He’s about to be my husband, Daddy. That’s how these things work.”
“Yeah. Well, he’s lucky I like him.” I return to my regular pace and focus on my bride for support. I had no idea how painfully hard this moment would be. Giving away my princess and trusting her to another man. If he did anything to hurt her, I’d destroy him.
“I know. Now relax because you have one more daughter to walk down the aisle in about a week.” Damn it, maybe I can talk Chiara out of it.
“Like mother like daughters.” Anabelle takes that moment to wink at me and all my nerves are gone. Camilla’s the blushing bride and I’m the nervous one.
“And isn’t she a gem?” Camilla asks.
“The most beautiful one ever made. I love you, my sweet little girl.”
“Who gives this woman away?” the priest asks.
With pride, I say, “I do.” I kiss my baby girl’s cheek and take a seat to watch her marry the man she loves. Now I’m glad my brother held me back from dragging Anabelle away from her father. I lift my eyes up to the sky and say a silent blessing to the man who gave Anabelle to me all those years ago, so that I could have this moment today.