Page 107 of In Ruins
I absolutely adore the woman, too. We’ve spent every day this week talking on the phone about party stuff and other things.
She’s definitely like the mother I never had, and we’ve been getting along perfectly.
“I can’t wait to rip it off you later.” He winks.
“Of course, you can’t,” I tease.
“Duh! You are one hot mama,” he groans.
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah. As you can see,” he points down to his crotch area, “my cock is already hard as a rock, which is going to make me want to gouge some eyeballs out tonight. All those perverts are going to be staring at my hot-as-fuck wife,” he growls.
“No gouging any eyeballs out tonight. And by the way, you look hot as sin in that tux,” I compliment, desire coating my words.
“Oh yeah? Is the way I’m dressed making your pussy wet?” he questions, huskily.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble.
“Fuck! I need a taste of your pussy, babe, to tide me over until we get home later,” he growls, walking over to where I’m standing and getting down on his knees in front of me. He lifts my dress and crawls underneath it. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I obey, spreading my legs, and a moment later, I feel him pushing my panties to the side before his tongue is licking between my slick folds.
“Fuck!” A groan leaves me as he continues to lick up and down, from my slit to my clit. I’m weak in the knees and have to grab onto the dresser I was standing in front of, holding on to stay upright.
I grind my hips down onto his mouth, chasing the pleasure that’s running through my body right now. He sucks on my clit hard, and the dam breaks as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me.
“Fucking delicious pussy juice as always, baby,” he smirks when he comes out from under my dress. He cleans me up and sets my dress while I make sure my makeup is still good before we leave the house.
When we step out of the car in front of the Andretti mansion, flashes go off instantly. It takes me by surprise, and I have to blink. That’s when I realize that about a dozen or more photographers are standing to one side by the stairs.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, baby. I forgot all about the photographers being here,” Enzo says, wrapping his arm around my waist from the back and bending down to whisper in my ear.
“It’s fine. I’m good,” I reassure him.
“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, making sure that I’m okay.
“Yes,” I tell him as we pose for the pictures. I have no doubt these will be plastered all over by tomorrow.
The doors to the ballroom open slowly for us, and I’m instantly amazed at the sight before me. The huge room is decorated in gold, white, and dusty rose.
Crystal chandeliers hung in cascading tiers around the room; each one filled with lights that glowed like the stars. The soft light cast a glow that reflected off the polished floors.
The celebration is already in full swing. The tables are covered with gold and dusty pink tablecloths. Crystal vases sit at the center of each table, filled with white and light-pink roses.
The room really looks amazing. Even with all the decorations, it still looks soft and romantic, and I am in love with it all, even though this is my first time seeing it. Lucia didn’t send me any pictures of the room once it was finished because she wanted it to be a surprise.
The waitstaff are weaving around guests and tables, carrying gold trays with hors d'oeuvres and champagne flutes.
At the back of the room, a live orchestra plays a mix of elegant classical music as the cocktail hour continues.
A hush falls around the room, and conversations quiet as we step fully inside, hand in hand, before stopping in the center of the ballroom where Enzo’s parents are standing.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
“Hello everyone! If I can just have your attention for a few minutes. As you can see, my kids have finally decided to grace us all with their presence,” Leonardo says in a booming voice that carries around the entire room. His words cause almost everyone to laugh. “We’re all here to celebrate the new Mr. and Mrs. Andretti. So, let’s congratulate them!”
A round of congratulations echoes around the room, followed by a round of applause. Everyone’s eyes are on us, and I can feel all the stares directed at my stomach because you can’t miss the thing in this dress.
