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The most important contract of my life.
My fists tighten on the steering wheel as I think about my sweet Amelia. I know that her angry words came from a place of love—but fuck, they still hurt, still burn, still make me want to put her over my lap and spank her into submission, rub her wet pussy to remind her that a woman’s cunt doesn’t lie, is a truth-detector just like a man’s cock.
The possessive fire burns my throat, blurs my eyes. I almost miss my exit, just barely swerving across three lanes and getting off the freeway in time. It takes some effort, but finally my mind settles as I get close to my destination.
Not the front gates of the Romero mansion, of course. I’ll be taking a county road and driving into the nearby woods that will give me enough cover that I can get to within a mile of the Romero Estate walls. My truck will be well-hidden, and I’ll hike the last mile through the woods, using a military-grade Wi-Fi jammer to fuck with the security cameras long enough to make it over the wall and into the mansion.
Once inside I’ll be in the clear. No Mafia Family puts cameras inside their own homes. They’re too paranoid to let their business dealings get caught on camera. In-house cameras actually make it more dangerous, not less. When it comes to the last mile of protection, every Mafia Family relies on the loyalty of its soldiers.
Loyalty that I hope to hell isn’t that strong for Ralph Romero right now.
Now I pull my truck off the county road, bumping and bouncing over the rough terrain through the woods.
And I hear something.
It’s coming from my truck’s flatbed.
Sounded like a yelp as I hit that big bump.
Now a whimper as my truck hurtles over a tree-stump.
Followed by a groan, soft and feminine.
My head has been buzzing with adrenaline all day, so maybe it’s my imagination. But then my truck lurches over a boulder, coming down hard on its tough suspension, and this time Idefinitelyhear something.
Hear someone.
No fucking way.
I slam on the brakes, push open the door, thunder to the back of my truck, the rage already rising red and hot up my neck. By the time I yank off the leather tarpaulin and find her huddled in a white wedding dress, cake frosting mixing with her smeared red lipstick, mischief in her sparkling brown eyes, I can barely see straight because I’m so fucking pissed.
“Are you insane?” I roar, grabbing her ankles and dragging her down towards me as her eyes widen now, the mischief chased away by fear when she sees I’m not fucking around. “Are you out of your damn mind, Amelia?”
“Zedd, I love you,” she sobs, her face twisting with panic when she sees the dark rage clouding my face. “If I can’t stop you, then I’m going with you. Till death do us part, right?”
“Wrong!” I roar, grabbing her ankles again as she tries to kick herself free. One of her tennis shoes pops off in my hand, her stocking-clad foot coming free, her wedding dress riding up and giving me a glimpse of her underwear, those sexy white stockings ending a few inches beneath her satin white panties.
My mind almost shatters as my cock hardens immediately, but I know I can’t blow my load now, can’t discharge the energy I need for what needs to be done in the Romero mansion.
Thankfully the rage at what she’s done wins for now, and with a shout of raw anger I grab those flailing ankles and flip her over as I clamber onto my truck’s wide flatbed. I sit down hard, drag her over my lap, pushing her wedding dress up over her ass, my cock almost exploding when I see her round bottom gleaming under those satin white panties.
Now I raise my big right palm, bring it down hard on her ass.
Amelia screams, tries to turn her body, but I push her face down and yank down her panties and smack her naked ass, once, twice, three times, spanking her good and hard on the meatiest part of her beautiful butt, my cock throbbing under her naked sex, my vision going red just as her pretty ass turns rosy red, the splayed-out marks of my fingers showing up clearly on each quivering globe.
“I’m sorry, Zedd!” Amelia wails as I spank her once more, then rub her blushing bottom, massaging her smoothness with my rough hands, fingers sliding between her cheeks, now between her thighs. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all,” I growl, kneading her ass hard then fingering her roughly, one hand still on her back, holding her firmly in place over my lap. “And why thefuckare you dressed so damn sexy for a wedding night with Ralph Romero?” I smack her ass again, lightly this time, bringing forth a wet whimper as she wriggles on my lap. “Who gave you permission to look so fucking hot in your wedding dress? Why haven’t I seen these panties before? Why does your pussy feel so tight and hot when my dick has been stretching it for twenty-one nights straight?”
I slide my middle finger into her vagina, my thumb pushing open her magnificent buttcheeks to reveal her tight pink rear pucker. My throat catches and I almost pass out with the most aching need to fuck this naughty bride in every hole. Amelia moans beneath me, and I spit on her asshole and push my fat thumb inside, holding it there like a plug as I curl my middle-finger in her juicy cunt.
“Answer me,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I fight the urge to unload into her, all over her, explode like a geyser, erupt like a volcano. “Are these sexy white panties for Ralph or for me? Is this hot little pussy for Ralph or for me?”
“It’s all for you, Zedd,” she sobs, raising her ass and giving me a sunlit view of her slit stuffed with my middle-finger, her butthole plugged with my thumb. “And these are the most conservative panties ever,” she whines. “There’s no lace trim or anything.”
“Exactly, you bad girl,” I scold, yanking her hair roughly, pulling her head back and making her yelp. “That makes it even sexier. Fuck, knowing that you were going to show Ralph Romero your ass in these panties makes me ache to kill him, burn to break him.”
Two fingers go deep inside my baby’s pussy now, and I finger-fuck her good and hard. I know her vagina so well that I can be rough without hurting her, and when I feel her wetness coat my fingers like sticky-sweet honey-oil, it takes every ounce of willpower to not put my dick in there and fill her little hole until it overflows down my shaft to my balls.
