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My future wife needed me, even if she didn’t understand it.
“Once a player, always a player,” Serena said. “And I won’t marry a man like that. No matter how much I care about him.”
“I won’t be controlled. No one will tell me what I can and cannot do. Can and cannot have, Rena. But when you were gifted to me, that life stopped. I had one last fling that night-- with you-- and then it was over. But you haven’t given me a chance to show you that. You made an assumption based on an interaction you saw while drinking with friends.”
“Like you did tonight?” she asked.
“He was touching you, Rena.”
“And so was she.”
I pressed my forehead against hers and felt her melt into me. Our lips slowly connected, my hands running up her smooth, bare legs. Her fingers were running through my hair. Her shaking hands were exploring my body. She slit my suit coat off my shoulders as it fell to the floor, our bodies longing for one another.
We removed what was necessary and I scooted her to the edge of the kitchen. I was going to feel my fiance tonight. I wanted to have her pussy clamping down around my cock as she clung to my body. I loved it when she did that. Gripped me so tightly it was hard to breathe. My cock was pulsing and her pussy was dripping and the sighs falling from her lips concocted the symphony that I wanted my life backdropped with.
I slid into her wet warmth, feeling her legs tremble as she wrapped them around me.
“Enzo. Oh… yes.”
“You’re beautiful, Rena. And you’re mine. And so long as you’re mine, you will always come first.”
I wrapped my arm around her lower back and slammed into her. Her heels were propped up on the counter and her body was bared for me. Her juices were dripping down my balls as I pounded into her, reminding her of what her future would consist of. Nights of endless passion and arguments that would never go unresolved. An attentive man who loved her and would do anything to build a life with her.
Because that was what Serena deserved.
Her arms flew around my neck and I encompassed her in mine. She clung to me. Desperately. Panting in the nape of my neck and kissing my skin. I tangled my hand in her hair as my cock dove in and out of her body. I could feel her walls clamping down around me as my toes began to curl. I buried my face into her hair, murmuring obscenities only said in my wildest dreams.
The things she pulled from my body were salaciously beautiful.
Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Until her entire body was jumping against mine. She was a moaning, whimpering mess as we leaked onto her parent’s kitchen counter. My hands fisted her ass and rolled her deep into me, her legs dangling helplessly as she whispered my name.
“Enzo. Enzo. Don’t stop. Never stop. Yes. Oh.”
I felt her pussy throbbing with relief as her head fell back in ecstasy. I held her tightly in my arms, watching her entire form jolt with pleasure. I stuffed her full of me, my cock swelling against her walls and painting her body with my come. Hot threads that pumped deep and filled her until we were spilling onto the kitchen floor.
I captured her lips with mine, feeling my body being filled with a lifetime of love for this woman.
“I love you, Enzo.”
The sentiment was soft. Whispered. Like it was meant for only her to hear. I kissed down her cheek. Nipped at her neck. Kissed down to her breasts and mouthed over her clothed nipples. She tugged at my hair, pressing me deeper as her body rode out her pleasure against mine.
Then our eyes connected and I nuzzled my nose with hers.
“I love you too, Rena.”
She collapsed against me. A panting mess as we leaked onto the floor. I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, listening for any signs of her parents while she recuperated. I loved this woman. I was taken by her. No matter how she felt or what she wanted with our future, all I required was a place in it. No matter how long it took us to get married, I wanted her.
I wanted her to be next to me in this life and the next.
“Can we get this over with?” Serena asked.
I furrowed my brow as she leaned her head up to look at me.
“What?” I asked.
“The wedding. Could we just… elope or something?”
I felt my heart thunder with anticipation as I watched her intently.
“You want to get married,” I said.
“Isn’t that what a woman does when she loves someone?” Serena asked.
I grin crossed my face as I slid out from between her legs. The two of us took some time to clean up before I helped her off the counter. I took her hands within mine and brought them to my lips, watching her neck flush with lust. Then I got down onto one knee as her eyes widened and looked up into her beautiful hazel eyes that were stormy like the sea and glistening with wonder.
“Serena Gambani, will you marry me?” I asked.
She nodded her head, her hands gripping my button-down shirt and pulling me from my knelt position. Our lips crashed together as my arms cloaked her back, bending her body backwards until she was scared she would fall. But instead of bucking against me and trying to wiggle away, she merely clung to me tighter.
Because she knew I would catch her.
Always.
“Let’s get this wedding over with,” I said into her lips.
“Music to my ears,” she said.
Chapter 18
Serena
With the help of my parents, we threw together a wedding within the week. My mother’s wedding dress needed a bit of altering, but only a few changes were necessary. I planned to wear Enzo’s mother’s veil as a sign of the two families merging, and my mother couldn’t stop crying. My father was beaming with pride, telling me how proud he was of the decision I was making for the family.
But I wasn’t making it for the family.
I was making it for myself.
My parents left the room and I took a good look at myself. The dress had this beautiful sheer print on the back of it with satin buttons lining my spine. It hugged my torso before draping over my hips, then fell into a trumpet billow at it hit my ankles. The veil I was wearing was lace and long. It left a grand trail behind me wherever I went and was attached to a comb I stuck in my hair.
Which was piled high on my head and hairsprayed to perfection.
A knock came at the door before it started to open. I figured it was my father coming to get me, but once I saw the tuxedo I freaked. What the hell was he doing here? Was he insane?
“Don’t come any closer, Enzo.”
But he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
“Are you crazy? We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding!”
His eyes locked onto me, slowly roaming my dress and taking it all in.
“You look… phenomenal, Serena.”
“And you just ruined the surprise,” I said.
“You could never be ruined,” Enzo said.
“This is bad luck, you know. You’ve doomed us to seven years of bad marriage.”
“I think I have to break a mirror for that one,” he said.
“That’s seven years of bad luck. It’s different.”
“How so?”
He slowly walked towards me, his eyes dancing between mine. He looked wonderful in his tux. Tailored to his muscles and pressing lewdly against his cock. I could practically see the outline of it as it grew at the mere sight of me. I felt shivers run down my spine as I backed into the mirror I was looking at not too long ago.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking a good, long look at my wife,” Enzo said.
“We aren’t married yet.”
“But we will be soon.”
His hand dipped down to my waist, fingering the satin fabric against my skin. I looked up into his eyes and saw the want he had for me. It robbed me of my breath as his hand trailed up my body. Fondling my waist and cupping my breast before his palm cradled the back of my neck.
“We can’t,” I said with a whisper. “My father’ll be back any minute.”
“Then I guess we better make it quick.”
In an instant, I was bent over the table next to me. My bouquet was on the floor and his hands were tossing the fabric of my wedding dress over my head. I felt alive against him. Trembling with anticipation as his pants fell to the floor. His cock slipped between my swollen pussy folds, their wetness in anticipation for what was to come.
“Always so ready for me,” Enzo said. “I like that.”
He slid into me, pushing me hard against the table. I gripped the edges with my hands, trying to keep a lid on my sounds. I couldn’t bite down on my lip because I would ruin my makeup and Enzo couldn’t grab my hair without ruining it. His fingertips sank into my hips as he settled against me, then I felt him lean his lips down into my ear.
