“Let’s check on our son, eat some food and celebrate between your thighs.” I drag her to me, bending down to taste her lips. My guards stand around us, ensuring her safety.
“Sounds like something I’d really enjoy,” she moans, gripping my lapels. Pulling her lips off mine, she pants, “Maybe we can start a celebration in the back first.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” I lead my wife out of the courthouse, ignoring the cameras that my security directs out of our faces and thankfully away from my cock, which is stretching out my slacks. I slide her inside the bench and jump in behind her while my driver takes the front. He knows what to do and raises the partition I’ve added to my vehicles to give us some privacy.
“Strip and ride me, dulce. We have half an hour until we’re home,” I tell her as I undo my belt and free my cock from my pants. My greedy shaft sticks straight up with cum beading at the tip, waiting for her heat to engulf it.
“Not yet; I want to suck on your fat cock first,” she says before licking her lips.
I shake my head and growl, “Baby, if you wrap that hot mouth around it, I’ll nut quickly.” As much as I’d like her to blow me right here, I want to be inside her tight pussy, and she really wants that too.
“Fine,” she huffs prettily. I bring her lips to mine for a soft kiss.
“Later, I will stuff your throat. I promise.” She smiles and then lifts her dress up her body, tossing it to the side before sliding her panties down. Fuck, her thighs are taut, and I want them wrapped around my face, but we’re limited for time. Stroking my cock with insatiable need, I help her straddle my legs. With a smirk, Candy hops onto my length, taking every inch of me. A groan escapes my throat as I feel every bit of her warmth surrounding my length.
“Is this what you need?”
“Yes, oh, yes.” A bump pushes me even deeper into her gut. “Fuck, you’re so big.”
“You get me that way, wife. Now ride my dick like the good little slut you are.” Her pussy clenches around my shaft, flexing and releasing with every bounce. I’m so damn close, so I lift her dress over her head, leaving it on the seat while I tug down her bra. I need those fat, milk-filled tits in my mouth, feeding me.
“I’m thirsty, dulce. I need your sweet cream.”
“Take it, take it.” She grabs her breasts and pushes them in my face, needing relief. As soon as my mouth wraps around her turgid nipple and I suck, she creams around my cock, screaming out her orgasm. Pumping my hips upward, I shoot my load into her tight pussy, while growling and sucking on her milky tits.
My phone starts buzzing in my pocket the second we finish, so I help her off my lap and hand her dress back while I tuck my cock away. “Now that’s celebrating,” Candy says with a giggle.
“Damn right. I hope I didn’t hurt you, mi dulce.”
“No more than usual,” she says with a wink. The typical pain my big dick causes when I stretch her tiny body is a job hazard. I stare at her, wondering if she’s telling me the truth. Tucking loose strands of hair behind her hair, she smiles and says, “I’m perfect.”
“That you fucking are, my wife.”
My phone buzzes again and annoys the fuck out of me. I see a message from one of my men still at the courthouse. “What is it, Miguel?”
“Someone opened fire and killed her father while they were transferring him to the corrections vehicle.”
“Well, that’s a problem. Do the police know who did it?”
“Yeah. Carlino’s wife.”
“Wow. Now that I didn’t see coming. Thanks.” I end the call and explain it to Candy.
The next words out of my woman’s mouth surprise the fuck out of me. “It doesn’t surprise me for shit. She knew Carlino would get dropped by one of his enemies in prison and wanted to be the one to get him first. He ruined her life and made a mockery of her as a wife. One bastard child after another only to leave her with nothing but shame. I’d put a bullet in your balls too.” The look she gives me is a warning, as if she hasn’t learned that I breathe only for her.
“Thankfully, that would never happen. I live and breathe for you. I even chased you down when you ran from me.”
A pretty smile spreads over her flushed cheeks. “Thank you for chasing.”
“Anytime.” She won’t get far because I have her tracked, but I’ll always be willing to play.
Five years later…
Candy runs, turning her head to look behind her, which is going to get her another ass whooping. It’s dangerous to be so unfocused on what’s in front of her, and she knows that better than anyone.
A whoosh and thud follow as she slams painfully into my chest as she reaches my office. I grip her biceps. “You can’t outrun the devil, my sweet.”
“How did you get ahead of me?” she pants, looking up at me with confusion and irritation. The cute little frown forms on her face, making me laugh.