Chapter 64
Alessandro
21 Weeks Pregnant
N erves hit me as I’m putting on my tux. The payment for her family’s debt has turned into the most valuable collection I’ve made. My Luci, mio premio. After tonight, she will legally be mine, her and my baby.
“Alessandro Salvatore Leone, Father Angelo has been here for an hour and has married no one. What has taken you this long? Even Luciana is ready and I’m convinced that Eleanora girl would take years getting her ready if she had the chance.” Geno comes barreling down the hallway into my room, tracking me down so I can finally marry Luci.
Adjusting the cufflinks, I walk into the hallway, Geno in tow, when I realize my best man is missing. “Where’s Marco?”
“He’s arguing with that Eleanora girl. Something about castrating him.” Sounds familiar. “He will be there and I will make sure of it. Now let’s go.” Similarly to how he hangs up, he bolts away without saying goodbye. The man always needs the last word.
I hear the muffled words of El and Marco’s argument as I walk in the direction of the garden before a slap and her heels stalking away. I turn the corner and see Marco rubbing his cheek before turning and making eye contact with me. He shakes his head, aware of the question I’m about to ask.
“Don’t even fucking ask. Now come on, Geno’s ready to flip out if no one is married soon and God forbid it’s anyone else except you and Luci.” Marco rushes away from me, as I contemplate what he meant. I shove that thought aside before walking to the garden. Today isn’t about his ongoing issues with El, it’s about Luci and I.
The garden is exactly how Luci envisioned it. The cool-toned flowers are an elevated version of what’s normally there with lights highlighting where Luci will stand and officially become my wife.
Father Angelo comes to stand by me, grabbing my shoulder and asks if I’m ready. I’ve never been more ready for something in my life.
Standing by Father Angelo, we wait for everyone to come in. Marco, Andrea, and El come in as a trio. El is sandwiched in between the two men, linked to Andrea’s arm. They move to the side, sitting on a bench, and it becomes real. Any second Luci will come down the aisle, escorted by Geno to connect our lives forever.
Music mixed with the sound of gentle footsteps come from around the corner seconds before I see her. Geno comes out first, offering his arm for her to link into his. Life goes in slow motion as she makes her way down the aisle.In tradition, her face is covered with a sheer veil, the blue in her hazel eyes displaying what I can’t see in her face. My eyes roam down her body, memorizing every inch of her in this moment. In the mess of the last few days, I’ve missed how her body has truly changed, despite my hands caressing her body inside and out. Her plump breasts catch my attention first. How they spill out of the top of her dress. I long to run off with her and spread her out on the nearest flat surface. My cock twitches in my pants when I imagine how her tits would bounce when I pound into her. I continue scanning down her body, pausing when I see the shadow of her bump under the shimmery fabric of her dress.
Geno approaches and offers me her hand, which I’d be a fool not to take. I focus on keeping my hands from shaking when I reach for her veil, wondering how I spent this long without Luci.
My heart stops when Luci’s eyes lock onto mine as I lift her veil up and away from her face. She’s immaculate on any day, but I’ll remember how her eyes shine and her lips turn up into a smile for the rest of my life.
Leaning in, I whisper in her ear and she shivers at my words. “The second I get you alone, I’m laying you out on the nearest flat surface and eating your pussy like I’ll be executed tomorrow.” Father Angelo clears his throat when Luci turns bright red at my words.
Several minutes later, Luci and I exchange rings before I grab her, smashing my lips to hers as Father Angelo announces us, finally, as man and wife. He barely has time to finish his announcement before I grab her hand, living up to the words I whispered in her ear earlier.
Come to find out the nearest private room is our mud room, which luckily, has our washer and drier in here. My hands find the underneath of her dress as I cup her perfectly thick ass, hiking her up on the washer.
“You look so fucking perfect tonight, Luciana Leone.” She lets out a low moan as I bring my hand around her hip, swiping through her folds, and stopping at her clit. “I cannot believe how fucking hard I am at the thought of fucking my wife. You’ve kept me waiting long enough. Don’t deny me any longer.” I don’t give her any time to respond when I disappear under her dress and latch my mouth onto her clit. I circle my tongue around her bringing out a long moan from her as she grinds her hips into me.
“Oh my Go—wow.” She stiffens slightly, obviously in reaction to her almost slip.
I dip two fingers into her as she gasps at her statement. “It’s okay, Luci, call me your god. Actually, I lied, do it more often, Wife.”
My words tip her over the edge and she comes over my fingers. Her sweet essence makes me drip precum in my pants and I know if I’m not inside her soon, I’ll risk coming in my pants like a teenage boy.
I’m still licking up the rest of her release when my hands unbutton my pants, ready to sink balls deep into my wife. I can’t wait to fill her with my cum until it drips down her thighs, leaving a reminder that she’s mine when we’re celebrating with our family, friends, and Father Angelo.
There’s barely any time in between when I come up and when I finally claim her, not as my fiancé, but as my wife. Her eyes roll back as her jaw clenches when I fill her, yet again molding her pussy to the shape of my cock.
I thrust into her like this would be the last time. After these last few months without her, I guarantee that I’ll make every day and every time I fuck her matter.
Someone pounds on the door, twisting the knob as they try to come in, validating the split decision to lock it on my way in here.
“Dude, I know you two are fucking, but Geno’s pissed. Father Angelo is still here. You could have waited an hour to fuck, you know.” Strangling Marco suddenly tops my list of to-dos before El’s voice appears.
“You stop interrupting them! You’re so fucking grumpy all the time. Just because you can’t get laid doesn’t mean you have to disrupt Alessandro and Luci. Get a fucking life. Luci, babe, you do your thing with your husband and ignore Mr. ‘I have no life so I have to ruin everyone else’s.’”
“I could get fucking laid if I wanted to!”
“Then leave Luci and Alessandro alone and go get fucking laid. I. Fucking. Dare. You.” For once, I’m happy to have El come out of nowhere and shove her attitude at someone who’s not me.
Their arguing voices disappear down the hallway as I’m paused balls deep inside her, waiting to be certain they’re gone. My shoulders relax when I sense both our shared relief at being alone and continue to fuck Luci.
“Thank God they’re gone. Holy shit, mio premio, your pussy is perfect wrapped around me. Remember when I told you that you’ll be molded to the shape of me? How your sweet pussy could only accept me. Could only be pleased by me.” Regardless of her attempt, she lets out a deep and long moan. I swear the sounds she makes while she’s wrapped around me are my undoing, and I know I’ll come soon.
“Come for me, Wife. Come for me so I can fill you until you feel my cum for days.” Her breathing gets short as her legs shake before she clenches around me until I can barely move. Her head follows, falling back and her mouth opens in a silent scream as she orgasms, followed by my own release seconds later. I’ve never considered myself a gentle man. Except when our eyes connect, the golden lust in her hazel eyes causes me to cradle her face in my hand. Seconds later our lips connect, slowly kissing each other as I soften inside of her.
I pull out of her at the same time I pull my lips away from hers, bringing her left hand against my mouth and kissing her ring. “Let’s go out there and celebrate, Wife. Mio premio.”
A flush crosses her cheeks and nose, realizing the predicament we’re in with family out there. But more importantly, with Father Angelo still at the house. “I mean it’s, you know. The stuff.”
“Good. You should have the reminder that you’re mine by my cum dripping out of you all evening. In fact, if I ever think you could be empty, I’ll disappear with you to fill you again. We have too much time to make up for.” I laugh the redder her face gets and hold her close, telling her I’m joking even though there’s no joke involved. I will drag her to the other room when needed and no way in hell I’m giving her any chance to argue with me.
A knock disrupts us. Assuming it’s Marco again, I groan. “What the fuck do you want this time Marco?”
“Uh excuse me, Mr. Grumpy Pants, I’m not Marco. And you know, I should be offended that you would even think I’m Marco. Buuuuut Geno is about to flip his lid if you two don’t make an appearance. Also, Father Angelo keeps giving Andrea and me looks that could condemn us to Hell, and it’s making me uncomfortable. It would be nice to have someone else there a.k.a, Luci please come out here and disrupt Father Angelo with your pre-marital pregnancy.”
I still can’t figure out how Andrea deals with El and her ongoing rambling. Luci’s mortified face has me zipping my pants, ready to leave this room.
“Alright. Fine. Let’s go save everyone and make an appearance Luciana Leone.” The way she moans as I kiss her neck sends shockwaves down through me until I’m instantly hard again. I press my erection against Luci to remind her of my threat from earlier.
“You have about five seconds to get out of this room before I shove my dick inside of you again.” I’m disappointed when she rushes out of the room, leaving me with my hard, weeping dick pressing against my zipper. At that moment, Geno’s voice floats down the hallway, asking where I am and hovering by Luci and our baby, making me soft in the meantime.