Episode Twenty
I f anyone asked me what the hardest part of being married was, I’d say it was having to move away from my family. I love my wife, and I’ll follow her to the ends of the earth if it means I get to be with her. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss the fuck out of my family.
Today, I don’t need to miss them, though. Kyla and I are currently on the McKinley jet. We’re going back to New York. Being married to a billionaire heiress has its perks, like their luxury jets. We have a private jet or two as well, but this one is on a whole different level.
“You know we’ve got hours to kill.” I look my wife up and down. There isn’t a day—fuck, an hour —that goes by that I don’t want to be buried balls-deep inside this woman. There is no better place on earth.
“We do. What do you think we should do to pass the time?” Kyla asks. “Play a game?”
“Oh, I most certainly want to play with you, Mrs. Valentino.” I smirk before I stand and hold a hand out to her. “What do you say?” I raise a brow in challenge.
“If you think you can keep up, old man.” She laughs as she places her palm on mine.
“My wife and I are napping. Don’t come in,” I tell the stewardess as I lead Kyla into the bedroom of the plane.
“Yes, sir.” The stewardess nods.
I shut the door, pick Kyla up, and throw her onto the bed. “Get that thing off now.” I point at her.
“This thing is called a dress ,” she says as she rises to her knees.
“If you say so,” I grunt. No way in hell is that tiny piece of fabric a dress . It barely covers her fucking ass. But no matter how many of ?em I destroy, she just keeps buying more.
Kyla pulls the silky material over her head before discarding it on the floor. She’s left in only a pair of panties. No bra. But I already knew that. I could see her hard fucking nipples since she took her coat off when we boarded. I waited for the plane to be in the air, because as hard as my dick was, I wasn’t going to have her not buckled in for takeoff.
Now, though, she’s at my mercy. I’m going to enjoy all this uninterrupted time with her and I’m not going to waste a second of it.
“Fuck, lose the panties,” I tell her while shoving my pants to the floor.
“You know, every time I look at you, I think I’m dreaming,” Kyla says. “You are too damn fine to be real.”
My lips tip up. “I’m the one living a dream here, babe.” I climb onto the bed, reach over, and grab Kyla by the hips. “Now, come sit that pretty little pussy on my face. I’m hungry,” I tell her.
Kyla squeals as I lift her ass and position her so her knees rest on each side of my head. Her pussy right above my mouth. Then I stare up at the great fucking view I get from this angle.
“You’re fucking delectable.” Using my fingers, I spread her pussy wide open before running my tongue through her folds. Groaning the moment her taste hits my tongue.
“Oh my… Lorenzo… shit,” she moans. Her body leans forward, her hands grab my head, and then she starts riding me. My tongue fucks her, flicking over her bud before thrusting in and out of her opening.
Kyla’s fingers pull at my hair as her hips gyrate over my face. My own hands grab her hips and tug her closer. “Fucking come for me,” I tell her.
“Shit,” she curses, seizing up as she comes all over my goddamn tongue. Kyla falls to the side. I roll over and stare down at her.
“Get comfy, babe. We’ve only just begun,” I tell her before flipping her onto her stomach and pulling on her hips until her ass is up in the air. My fingertips run over her puckered hole. “I love your ass.” I lean forward and bite down on her right cheek. “So fucking tasty,” I tell her, licking over the mark I left. My fingers slides into her hole. Just a little. Teasing her.
“Mmm,” Kyla moans as her body pushes back into my hand.
“You want me to fuck your ass, babe?” I ask her.
“I want you to fuck me period ,” she says. “I don’t care where.”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I continue teasing her hole.
“If you had your dick inside you, you’d be greedy for more of it too, Lorenzo. Stop playing games and give it to me already.”
“I thought you wanted to play a game with me.” I quickly pull my hand back, bring it down, and slap her pale ass. “Besides, I make the rules here, not you.”
My wife moans at the contact. She likes it a little rough. So I line my cock up with her entrance and sink all the way inside.
“Wait,” Kyla says, and I freeze.
“What’s wrong?” I check her over, looking for any sign that I’ve hurt her.
She shifts onto her knees and faces me. “I want to suck you off first.”
Someone pinch me. Because, like I said, I’m living the fucking dream here.
“He’s all yours, babe.” I grab my cock and hold it towards her.
Lowering her head, Kyla shoves my hand away and slides my cock all the way to the back of her throat. There’s no licking, no playing around. She means business, and she gets right to it.
My hands tangle in her hair, holding it out of the way so I can see her face, watch her lips wrap around my cock. The sight alone almost makes me lose my shit and come. I don’t. I’m not an asshole. I’m not coming until I’ve fucked all three holes. She said she didn’t care how we did it. Which means she’s getting it all.
“Fuck, babe, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I groan as Kyla increases her efforts. I pop her mouth off my dick, and Kyla rises up on her knees again. “I fucking love you,” I tell her, not giving her any time to respond before my lips slam down on hers. My tongue delves inside, caressing every inch I can reach.
Kyla pulls away on a pant. “Lorenzo, I need you to fuck me.”
“Hold that thought,” I tell her before I get off the bed, walk over to our bag, and pull out the bottle of lube I packed. “Roll over. Ass up. I’m fucking that ass. Then I’m going to fuck that greedy cunt of yours.”
Kyla moans and does as she’s told. I close the distance and drag her forward until her knees are on the edge of the mattress. Popping open the lid, I tip the bottle of lube and squirt it over her ass. I drop the bottle onto the bed and use my finger to push the liquid into her hole before lining my cock up and slowly pushing in.
“Oh god,” Kyla cries out as she buries her face in the sheets.
“So… fucking… tight,” I grunt as I continue to slide in until I’m bottomed out. There isn’t a part on my wife’s body I’m not obsessed with.
“Shit, I feel so full,” Kyla says.
“Full of my cock.” I pull out and push back in before continuing at a slow pace. Reaching underneath her, my fingers find her clit and circle it, knowing the combination of stimulation and anal really sends her over the fucking edge. Within seconds, my wife’s ass is gripping my cock so fucking hard.
Kyla screams out my name as she comes. I don’t give her any recovery time before I slide out of her ass and slam into her cunt.
“Ah, harder,” she says while looking over her shoulder at me.
“Harder? You trying to tell me how to fuck you good, babe?” I ask, slapping her ass.
“No, I’m telling you I want it harder, Lorenzo,” she says as she shoves backwards against me.
I pick up my pace, fucking her harder and harder with each thrust until we’re both panting and screaming each other’s names.
Collapsing onto my side, I turn my head to look at my wife. My gorgeous, breathtaking wife. “I fucking love you,” I tell her.
“I love you,” she says.
My hand rests over her flat stomach. “I can’t wait to fill this up. Create a mini you .”
Kyla shoves my hand aside. “If you want a baby oven, Lorenzo Valentino, go and find a wife your own age.”
I laugh. “I’m perfectly happy with the wife I’ve got, thank you very much. And you don’t mean that.”
“You’re right. I don’t. If you tried to find a new wife, I’d have Daddy feed her to his pigs, and then I’d have him feed you to his pigs. We both know he’s itching to cut you up into tiny pieces,” she says.
“Harsh.” I look at her. There are times I worry my wife inherited her father’s psychotic tendencies, but then I remember that it doesn’t matter if she did. Because I’d still fucking love her.
“I’m twenty, Lorenzo. I’m not popping out babies yet. I like it being just you and me,” she says.
“So do I.” I lean forward and kiss her. “We have our whole lives to give the world a mini you,” I tell her. “We can wait. Besides, it’s not my clock that’s ticking anyway.”
“Twenty, Lorenzo, not forty.” She laughs. “That clock can keep on ticking.”
Would I start a family with this woman today? Abso-fucking-lutely. But I will never force her to do anything she’s not ready to do.
“Lorenzo, do me a favor and stay out of trouble when we’re in New York,” she says. “I don’t want to fly thirty hours to have to visit you in a jail cell.”
“I’ll stay out of trouble— promise. It’s a family vacation, babe. That’s it.” I kiss her forehead and pull her against my chest.