by Bianca Cole
“That’s it, mio amore, sit on daddy’s dick.”
She moans as she sits down on my cock, sheathing me in her tight, wet cunt.
I groan as my balls ache for release almost instantly. It’s been too long since I was inside my angel. This is where I belong.
Aida moves her hips up and down as she grinds on my cock, moaning with each movement she makes.
I wrap an arm around her back and lean forward to suck on her hard nipples.
Aida moans a high-pitched and sensual sound that drives me wild.
“Don’t get used to being on top, though,” I say, gently teasing my teeth around her hand nipples and making her pussy gush over my cock.
“Fuck, daddy,” she moans, eyes clamped shut as she rides me harder and faster.
I grab hold of her hips and take control of her. “I want to look into your eyes as you ride me.”
Aida’s eyes open, and she meets my gaze.
I drive her hips up and down at my speed, taking control while she’s on top of me.
“You are supposed to be resting, daddy,” she whines, trying to pull my hands off her hips.
“No, angel, I’m supposed to be fucking my naughty little wife.” I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her effortlessly, forcing her down onto her back.
She gasps. “Milo, what about your wound?”
I grunt as there’s a dull ache, but nothing more. “I’m fine, mio amore, now keep quiet and take my cock like a good girl.”
Aida squeals in delight as I pound into her so hard the bed starts to rock. Her pussy muscles clamp down on me so hard as I drive toward the edge, hitting that magic spot inside of her that makes her come. “Yes, daddy, fuck me harder,” she cries, eyes shut again.
I spank her thigh. “Eyes open. I want to look into them as you come all over my cock like my dirty little whore.”
Aida bites her lip and opens her eyes.
I stare into them as I thrust my hips harder and faster, feeling such an intimate connection with the woman beneath me. I never expected to get married, and I certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with her.
As we both near our mutual climaxes, I feel that desperate, primal need to her breed her wash over me again. It’s crazy since I can’t even imagine being a father. Yet, every time I’m inside of my angel, it feels like it’s the sole reason I’m on this earth. It gives me a purpose that I can’t fully comprehend.
I growl against the skin at her neck, kissing a path to her jaw. I bite her earlobe, making her whine. When I return to look her in the eyes, they’re entirely dilated with a need that matches my own. “I need to breed you. I want you growing big and round with my baby.”
Aida bites her bottom lip. “Yes, daddy, breed me. I want all of your cum deep inside of me.”
I growl again, feeling an unparalleled need taking hold of me. At that moment, all my worries melt away. As if the only thing that matters anymore is the woman beneath me. It’s as if we are the only two people that exist in this world. I wish it were the truth.
“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m going to come,” she whines, driving me wild with need as I pound into her even harder.
It’s hard to believe she was a virgin when we married. Aida is the first woman I’ve ever met who loves fucking as rough as I do. “That’s it, mio amore, look in daddy’s eyes while you come on my cock.”
She cries out, holding my gaze as she tumbles over the edge of the cliff. Her muscles tighten around my shaft, forcing me to climax right along with her. “Fuck,” I growl, pumping into her repeatedly as I unleash every drop of seed deep inside of her.
Aida squeals in surprise when I grab her hips and flip her onto all fours. “There’s something I have to do, princess.” I bury my tongue into her tight asshole, and she tries to pull away in surprise.
Ever since I took her virginity, I’ve wanted to fuck her virgin ass too. I pull her hips closer to me to stop her from escaping. “Don’t move, angel.”
She groans. “What are you–”
I spank her ass before she can question me. “No questions, unless you want me to punish you.” I grab hold of a pair of handcuffs off the nightstand and clamp them around her wrists, making sure she can’t escape.
She stills as I continue to lick her, making her pussy drip even more.
“I know you love having your ass licked because you’re my dirty little whore, Aren’t you?”
Aida moans, nodding her head.
I spank her ass cheek. “I want to hear you tell me how much you like it.”
Aida tenses as I return my tongue to her hole. “I love it, daddy,” she whines, but there’s a tension in her voice.
A sudden thought occurs to me that she may not like it at all. “Aida, you can tell me if you want me to stop,” I say.
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t. It’s just…”
“What is it?” I ask, feeling impatient as my cock throbs between my thighs.
“Are you going to fuck me there?”
I want that more than anything. “Do you want me to?” It feels weird asking for permission, but I know that she should have the right to decide.
“I think so, but I’m scared it will hurt.”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll make sure it’s painless.”
She relaxes slightly. “Okay, I trust you,” she says in a sultry voice that has me leaking precum all over the bedsheets.
I reach for a bottle of lube in the nightstand and squirt a generous amount on her tight little hole.
She squeals in surprise. “That’s cold, daddy.”
Fuck. This girl is going to be the death of me. I need to be in her tight little ass, but I know I have no choice but to take this slow.
“Yes, angel, but it’s going to feel good soon.”
I slide a finger into her tight passage, groaning at the way her muscles clench hold of it like a vice. My cock jumps at the mere thought of being inside her.
Slowly, I stretch her hole, first one finger, then two, then three. By the time I’m on to the fourth, she’s begging me to keep going. Once her hole is loose enough to take my four fingers fucking her easily, I decide it’s time to try my cock.
Aida is panting and moaning as I slide my fingers out. She whimpers in protest. “Don’t stop, daddy.”
I smirk at her eagerness. “Don’t worry, angel, I’m not stopping. It’s time to try my cock.”
She moans as I fist my heavy, throbbing dick in my hands. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
Slowly, I drag the tip of my cock over her gaping hole. “Are you ready for me to fuck your ass, angel?”
She nods. “Yes, I’m so ready.”
“Good girl,” I say before adding more lube to her hole and my cock to ensure I don’t hurt her. It’s a new sensation for me, caring whether I hurt someone.
I push against her hole and slide the head of my cock through her tight ring of muscles.
Aida groans. “Fuck, that hurts,” she says.
I run a hand over the curve of her spine. “Relax and breathe. It’ll only hurt for a short while. Give it time.”
My voice calms her as she relaxes, and slowly my cock slides deeper inside. It’s tighter than I ever could have imagined. My cock leaks deep in her ass, making me groan.
“Fuck, your ass feels like heaven wrapped around my cock,” I growl.
“Fuck my ass, daddy,” she moans.
I pull my cock slowly out of her tight hole, watching as her tight muscles try to pull me back inside.
The need to breed every one of her holes takes control of me. Aida has a way of turning me into a beast.
I thrust back into her hard, and she cries out in a sound that embodies a mix of pain and pleasure. A sound that only spurs on the deep, dark need to master her body in every way.
Her tight, virgin hole resists me at first. The size of my cock stretching her more than my fingers did.
“Fuck,” she cries as I lose control, pounding into her wit
h uncontrolled thrusts.
“That’s it, angel, take daddy’s cock in that tight ass,” I growl.
She arches her back, allowing me to sink deeper. “Yes, daddy.”
My obedient wife is a marvel to me. The way we both fit together like two missing pieces of a whole is astounding. It’s as though fate brought us together.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I feel my balls clench. “I need you to come for me.” I rub her clit, which makes her moan.
I feel her muscles tightening around me as I continue to pound into her. It makes me feel powerful knowing I’ve claimed all of her holes first. She belongs to me and no one else.
“Fuck, yes,” she cries out as she tumbles over the edge. Her muscles are so tight as she climaxes.
I come at the same time, filling her virgin hole with my seed. It drives me crazy to think she will have my cum dripping out of both holes all fucking day. We’re both panting for breath as I stop moving inside of her. Slowly, I pull my cock out of her ass and sit back on my haunches.
I take in the sight of her pussy and ass dripping with my cum. It is the best scene I’ve ever seen in my life. “Lie down,” I say.
She collapses on the bed, lying on her back with her wrist pressed against her forehead. “That was insane…”
“Insanely good, I hope?”
She smiles at me and nods.
I lie down by her side and pull her against me. Initially, she tenses, looking up at me quizzically, as if she never expected me to hold her after we fucked.
“I’m not sure how you can forgive me for all the bullshit I’ve put you through.”
She sighs. “I guess that’s what happens when you love someone. You take a lot of shit from them.” She smiles up at me. “Luckily you decided to stop being an ass before I ran away.”
I shake my head and give her ass a gentle spank. “Don’t speak to me like that unless you want to be punished.”
Suddenly, her eyes widen. “Fuck, I forgot about your gunshot wound that entire time.”
I laugh. “Don’t worry about it, angel. I’m almost healed. It was only a flesh wound, and the doctor is cautious.” I shrug. “Plus, the painkillers help.”
She rests her head on my chest, burying her face against my skin. “I’m so glad you are okay. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
A sentiment I find hard to believe. How could a man as cold as me be lucky enough to find a woman who managed to find a way to love me?
I’ll never know the answer, but all my life I’ve been a zombie walking through it without feeling anything. It took a feisty woman to fight me every step of the way and challenge me in ways I never knew possible to open my eyes up to what I’ve been missing. I’ll cherish her forever.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, angel,” I murmur, stroking my hand through her dark, soft hair. We fall silent together, wrapped in the blissful glow of our love.
29
Epilogue
Aida
One year later…
I sit on my favorite beach outside of Palmero with my toes in the surf. Milo swims a few meters from the shore, confidently stroking through the waves.
It took a while for me to convince him to visit my favorite place in the world, especially since the war we've been embroiled in with the Irish is far from over. Milo also landed a seat on the city council three months after he rescued me from Malachy. It gives him more power in his fight against Malachy, and he's used that power to attack his operations legally.
Both Malachy and Milo are too proud to agree on a truce as they can’t find common ground. However, there are signs that Malachy might want to lay the weapons down ever since Milo managed to block half his shipments coming into port. Life in Boston is more challenging than I could have imagined since he’s been having issues with the Russians too. It has been one hell of a challenging first year of marriage, but it has made me stronger.
Milo finally agreed to come to Sicily because my father has offered him support in the war. I haven’t seen my best friends in a year, as he insisted it was too dangerous for them to visit Boston while the war rages on.
He met my father an hour after we arrived out of courtesy, but I didn't want to see him. After what he did to me, I never want to see him. I was surprised when Milo tried to convince me to rethink not seeing him since our first child is on his or her way.
My father will be our child's only living grandparent. Maybe I shouldn't be so angry at him since he thrust me into the arms of a monster who I fell head over heels in love with, even if the journey to happiness with Milo was anything but plain sailing. For all my father knew, he could have been sending me off to an early demise, and he didn't care.
Milo finishes his swim and stands in the ocean, shaking his hair out and running his hands through it.
My stomach does a flip at the sight of the water cascading down his chiseled, tattooed body as the sun hits him in a way that makes him look almost angelic. I smile to myself as Milo is so far from angelic, but I've grown to love that dark side of him.
"What are you smiling at, angel?"
I shrug. "How lucky I am to be married to a fucking god," I say, knowing how much he loves me flattering him.
"God, hey?" Milo sits behind me with his legs on either side of me and his arms around my waist. "How are you enjoying being home?"
I contemplate his question, wondering if I can call this home now. The home I grew up in is off-limits since I don't want to see my father.
It feels more like a holiday than a visit to my home. "Sicily is no longer my home."
Milo presses his lips to my shoulder. "No?"
I shake my head. "You are," I reply.
He chuckles softly behind me. "That's cheesy."
I sigh heavily. "It's how I feel. Boston has become my home because of you, Milo."
He nibbles on the lobe of my ear. "Shut up, princess." He bites my shoulder.
"Aida, oh my god," Gia shouts my name and screams, running toward us.
Milo groans. "I'm so glad we don't live near your friends, and I haven't even met them yet."
I elbow him in the stomach. "Don't be an ass."
I stand from the beach and greet my friend, who wraps me in a tight hug. "It's been too long since I last saw you," I say, feeling the tears spilling down my cheeks at the relief of seeing my best friend again after an entire year away from Sicily.
Siena is trailing behind, smiling as she approaches. "We have both missed you," she says, patting my shoulder.
I release myself from Gia's embrace and hug Siena. "Boston is a shit hole compared to here," I say.
They both laugh, stopping suddenly and glancing behind me. Milo places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes hard. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"
I roll my eyes, knowing he can't see me from behind.
Gia and Siena don't laugh. They both look a little shaken by my giant of a husband. I guess he's a little intimidating, but I've gotten used to it by now. "Gia and Siena, this is my husband, Milo." I turn to look at him. "Milo, this is Gia and Siena, my two best friends."
"It's lovely to meet you," Gia and Siena say in unison.
Milo nods. "Good to meet you too." He glances at me. "I'll let you three catch up." He places his hands on either side of my waist and leans down to my ear. "Don't be too long, angel. I don't like waiting." He kisses my neck before turning away and walking back toward the sea.
"At least your arranged marriage landed you with a hot husband," Siena says.
I laugh, as it's true, but if they knew all the shit that I'd been through with Milo, they may not be so enamored by his good looks.
Gia grabs my hand and looks me in the eye. "Aren't you intending to see your father while you are here?"
I shake my head. "No chance in hell. After what he did to me, I'm not sure I'll ever want to see him again."
Gia looks disappointed by my answer, and I can't understand why. "I think he regrets what he did to you, Aida."
My brow furrows, and I remember our conversation when she said she would visit him. "Don't tell me you ignored me and went to speak to him?"
Gia shrugs. "I'm sorry. I couldn't sit by while he ripped my best friend away from me like that." There's a look of guilt in her eyes.
"Did he say he wished he hadn't done it?"
Gia doesn't look me in the eye, which is weird. She's never normally like this. "He's admitted what he did was wrong and how he went about it."
I shake my head. "If that's the case, I'd expect him to track me down and apologize. There's no way I'm running to him."
Siena nods. "Yeah, what he did was not okay."
Gia nods but doesn't say anymore.
"I don't want to spoil my time here thinking about him." I glance at my husband, who's returned to swim in the sea. "Will both of you join us for dinner tonight?" I ask.
Siena and Gia exchange glances, looking a little uncertain. "We're supposed to attend your father's annual ball tonight. Isn't Milo invited?"
I clench my jaw. "Yes, but Milo isn't attending out of respect for me." My best friends would rather attend the ball than have dinner with me is irritating, but I know how this island works.
The annual ball is the hottest social event of the year, and everyone who is anyone attends. It makes me realize how small my world was when I lived here in Sicily.
"Never mind, we can have dinner tomorrow night," I say.
Gia looks relieved, but Siena looks a little disappointed. "I can't believe we have to wait an entire day until we can catch up," she says.
I glance at my watch, noticing it's almost four o'clock in the afternoon. "You better get ready, or you'll be late for the ball. If you feel up to it, you can spend the day with us tomorrow as we've hired a yacht."
Siena nods enthusiastically. "That sounds amazing, doesn't it, Gia?"
She shrugs. "I'm not sure I'll be able to make it tomorrow. I'll try." Her phone rings and she answers it, walking away.
