Page 157 of Mafia Obsession

She pulses and gushes all over my hand.

Licking her lips, she says, “My turn.”

“No, I need to be inside you.” I unbuckle my belt and free my cock. “I will let you suck me next time.”

I step out of my pants and unbutton my shirt. When I’m naked, I smear her slickness over the swollen head of my cock.

“Lay back,” I say and line up my dick to slide into her wet, eager heat.

The tight slit parts, welcoming me, pulsing and wanting more. I plunge into her deep and hard.

Her startled cry from the force of it melts into a moan of pleasure.

“This hot, wet cunt missed me,” I groan. “God, you’re dripping for me.”

I hold the back of her head, keeping her eyes on me, my other hand gripping the headboard to brace myself as I move.

I fuck my wife in a hard, merciless, and possessive rhythm. I slam into her again and again, fucking her wet pussy.

Lourdes whines and arches her body underneath me, her knees rubbing at my waist while I drive into her.

“Tell me you love me while I fuck you deep.” I grip her throat, loving the feel of her pulse throbbing against my fingers.

Lourdes cries out, “I love you.”

“You are so fucking tight for me. This pussy was mine all along, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was. I was always yours,” she whimpers. “Ares, yes, right there.”

Her pussy tightens even more around my cock, massaging it with her climax.

“There’s only one thing I love more than fucking you like this, and it’s watching you fall apart beneath me. Coming on my cock.” I keep slamming into her until her body spasms so hard, she takes me over the edge with her.

A deep, guttural sound of pleasure rips from my throat.

As I come down and catch my breath, through heavy pants, I manage to blurt out, “I love you.”

Even more than the realization in Santorini when I was ten thousand miles away, and it crushed me like a weight, with Lourdes under me, our bodies still connected, the dread of losing her hasn’t lessened.

I have to keep saying it. Again and again.

The love I have for her is the most real thing I’ve ever felt.

Chapter 67

Lourdes – One Week Later

Nine weeks have passed since the day Ares appeared in Sandrine’s facility, shattering the fragile walls of our separation and setting up a new world to explore, thrive, and love.

Morning greets the desert differently from any other place I’ve woken up. Even Santorini. Wild animals scurrying across the vast openness, living, mating, and dying, until the sun comes up and the morning breathes.

If desert wildlife shenanigans are anything like the way my husband takes me, humans would be overrun with desert cottontails, coyotes, and lizards. As gentle as Ares is making love to me in my condition, he’s primal and raw about it.

It hits me after a few blinks that today is a day I’ve both looked forward to and stressed about.

If we didn’t have these two months working together for Sandrine and getting to really know each other more than before, I may not have believed he loved me.

He told me the day he arrived. He showed me every day that followed. He never pressured me to go home with him or to move our relationship faster than the pace I set.