Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Don’t you know, she’s mine?
Epilogue
Giada
New Year’s Eve 1999
I am on my knees for my husband of over twenty years right in the middle of our annual New Year’s Eve party. I couldn’t help it. He came up behind me, rubbed his hard cock on my ass and made me follow him to the bathroom. Sneaking away from a party has become our thing. I know everyone knows what we’re doing, but no one would dare say anything to us. He’s still the boss of the DePalmeretti crime family and no one says anything to him without being asked first, except me.
“Good girl,” he groans and suck him even further into my mouth. My pussy is so wet, and he hasn’t even touched me. I want to touch myself, but I know how much he hates that. His hands are in my hair, totally messing it up, but I don’t care. He deserves this. He’s the best husband in the world. Things have gone to hell and back over the years many times, but he never let any of it touch us. He takes care of us. I feel his cock get harder and know that he’s about to come, so I suck even harder until he does. He fills my mouth and I swallow every drop.
Over the year’s things have changed, but not that much. He’s about to turn fifty years old, but you would never know that. He’s still fit as can be and I can barely keep up with him. After six kids ranging from four to nineteen, can you blame me? But fuck, I do love trying. I stand up and wipe my mouth off. Then he gets on his knees and eats my pussy. God, he’s so skilled at this. I hold my dress up so that it’s out of his way and it doesn’t take long for me to come because I got so turned on sucking his dick. My legs are shaking, and I can barely stay standing, but he helps me. He always helps me.
“We should get back out there. It’s almost midnight,” I say.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says lifting me into his arms. Over the years, I just stopped wearing panties because what was the point? There are no hindrances as he presses my back against the door. I pull the skirt of my dress up so he can get to my pussy. He kisses me as he slides into me. The door rattles as he thrusts in and out of me. My arms are around his neck as he continues. I moan loudly as I come.
“Be quiet, Giada. No one gets to hear you but me,” he reminds me.
“I, uh, think that ship has sailed, babe.” He grunts my name as he comes.
“I love you, wife,” he says slapping my ass as we get ready to open the bathroom door.
“I love you, too, husband.”
“You fucking better. I’m never letting you go.”
“Where would I go?” I ask.
“Nowhere,” he replies chuckling.
Rejoining the party, we realize that we missed the New Year countdown, but it’s 2000 now and anything is possible. I look over at my husband, sipping his scotch. I don’t know why he would ever think I’d ever leave him. He's perfect for me and there's nowhere else I’d rather be.
Don’t you know? He’s everything.