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I type my reply.
Me: Trovami un prete per stasera. E chiedi a Helga di ordinare l'armadio. Due vestiti e uno smoking. Just find me a priest for tonight. And have Helga order the wardrobe. Two dresses and a tux.
Tony: Sono almeno l'uomo migliore? Am I the best man at least?
Me: Solo se questo si spegne senza intoppi. E porta il custode. Avrò bisogno che lei sia convincente. Only if this goes off without a hitch. And bring the caretaker. I’m going to need her to be convincing.
Tony: Qualsiasi altra cosa Vostra Altezza. Anything else, your highness?
I don’t bother sending a rebuttal and set the device on the nightstand. One thing about Tony is regardless of how much he pushes back, he’ll do what I ask. He jokes about the best man thing, but I wouldn’t want anyone else. He’s the closest thing to a brother I’ve ever had, my only friend. He’s a few years older than me and came into the family right around the same time I stepped up to claim my place. Samuele ordered him to my detail, and over the years, all the bickering, he’s definitely someone I would want at my side on my wedding day. It’s said to be the most sacred day of your life next to your birth and the arrival of a child. So why not have him there.
And no, we don’t have to go all out, but Siân deserves the extravagance. This is the first and last time she’ll ever be taken as a bride. It needs to be perfect for her.
Siân stirs, soft murmurs escaping from her pouty lips. I smile at the face she makes, remembering the first time I watched her sleep ages ago. She scrunches her upper lip toward her nose while turning her head side to side, only to roll over. It’s cute—it’s her. And she’s mine. Finally. Always and forever.
Her chest rises, and my eyes trace her frame beneath the covers. She’s still naked, the memory of how hungry she was for me replaying in my mind. Focusing on the curve of her hip, I reach out to touch her, softly tilting her body so that she is flat on her back. I need to taste her, return the favor from her swallowing me whole, and show her just what it will be like for the rest of our lives.
Just the thought of being able to devour her for eternity excites me. My dick is already tinting the thin sheet that acts as a shield from the temperature. Though hot out, it’s a bit chilly indoors, set purposely to keep everyone alert. But now, it serves another purpose.
A quick look up, and I find Siân’s nipples hard and peeking through the fabric. I pull the covering back, watching as it drags along her perfect flesh. Tiny bruises in various places on her body are visible, and I lean in to kiss each one. I did this to her. I marked her flawless skin with my aggression. It’s beautiful, just like her.
Despite the nip in the air, she’s warm. I grab her ankles and slide them apart while planting myself between her thighs. She stirs but doesn’t wake. The residue of my dried cum stains the inside of her thighs, and a low groan bubbles in my throat.
I love fucking her, filling her tight little cunt with my seed. And I can’t get enough. All I want is to fuck, suck, and lick her until she can’t see straight. I want her writhing under me, on top of me, beside me—any which way, really. I just want her body. Over and over, and then some more after that.
One would say I should wait till tonight to commemorate our vows, and I will. Tonight I’ll feed my cock into her hot pussy so deep she can taste my cum for days. But now, I want to eat her and make her scream my name.
Her lips, so pink and slightly swollen from last night, stare back at me. My mouth waters, and I lower myself onto my stomach, bringing my face to her sex. Her scent—our scent is intoxicating.
Slowly I run my thumb along her slit, but I don’t part just yet. Instead, I enjoy the feel of her, my shaft stiffening with each subtle pet. She turns her head to the left and wiggles her hips only to settle again. Her breathing is the same, and I know she’s still in a deep sleep.
I shift on my elbows and use both thumbs to pull her lips apart, my mouth watering at the sight. I stroke her clit with the pad of my thumb in a short repetitive motion. One second after another it starts to come to life, recognizing the signs of being pleased. When it starts to preen, her hood slips back, and her bud finally comes out to play.
