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Alessio
We’ve been married for a few days, but there isn’t much of an adjustment.
Liv’s been living with me for months now, eating my food, stealing my shirts, and making my life a constant battle between wanting to fuck her senseless and wanting to throttle her smart-ass mouth.
But I’m being a good fucking husband, at least I’m trying to be.
Kota’s running shit, my dad’s helping where he can, and I’ve officially declared this a “do not fucking bother me” honeymoon phase.
The guards are under strict orders to stay the hell outside, and we gave Paola a fully paid vacation to Scotland.
Liv helped her plan it, so naturally, we’re also taking a trip to Scotland in July.
It’s too damn cold there in the winter, and if I’m going to another country where my wife is going to want to see everything, I’d at least like to enjoy it without losing my balls to frostbite.
We’re currently curled up on the couch, watching some weird show called Below Deck.
And when I say watching , I mean Liv is deeply invested in rich assholes fighting on a yacht, and I am trying to figure out why the fuck this is entertaining.
I turn my head, watching her as she glares at the TV, muttering something about how guests are having a threesome and Captain Lee should throw a guest overboard.
Then, I remember a little conversation we had before the wedding.
Something Liv said she wanted.
And since I’m her husband now, I think it’s only fair I give her exactly what she asked for.
I smirk.
“So, Sirena . You still into that thing you wanted?”
She blinks at me, distracted.
“What thing?”
Oh, she thinks she’s slick.
I stretch my arms over the back of the couch, cracking my knuckles like I’m preparing for some real fucking work.
“The threesome,” I say so fucking casually.
Her head snaps toward me so fast I’m sure she just gave herself whiplash.
“What?!”
I nod, playing it cool.
“Yeah. You wanted a threesome. And since I’m such a generous fucking husband, I think it’s time I make that happen.”
She blinks at me.
“Ugh. Where’s the other guy, Alessio?”
I reach over, patting her thigh like I’m about to break some real deep wisdom on her.
“I’m the only dick allowed in this pussy,” I say, giving her cunt a little pat, over her clothes.
“And I happen to be very fucking good at multitasking.”
Her eyes widen.
“No.”
I smirk, standing up, rolling my shoulders like a fighter about to enter the ring.
“Oh, yes.”
She bolts upright, waving her hands like that’s going to stop me.
“Alessio, that is not what I meant when I said threesome!”
I ignore her and start to crack my neck.
Stretch my fingers and shake out my legs.
“Gotta get loose before the big event.”
She groans into her hands.
“Alessio, you can’t have a threesome by yourself.”
“ Sirena , watch me.”
And with that, I go upstairs to the den of sin and start to grab supplies—vibrators, clamps, and plugs.
Oh, and I can’t forget that monster of a dildo with two sides, just to scare her with.
She’s walking in behind me and gasps like I just unleashed the fucking Kraken.
“Alessio! What the hell—” Her mouth falls open and she looks at me, then at the pile of toys, then back at me.
I spread my arms.
“Two guys, Liv. You just never specified the second one had to be alive.”
Her hand flies up.
“Alessio, you are not about to fuck me with a toy and call it a threesome.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Says who?”
“Says me!” She huffs, looking at the guest I picked out.
“Oh my god, you pulled out the monster. That’s not a second guy. That’s a goddamn baseball bat.”
I chuckle, walking up to her, running my knuckles down her neck.
“Hmm. Sounds like someone’s scared.” But I have no intention of fucking her with this third leg, I just like her reaction to it.
Her eyes narrow.
“Not scared. Just aware that it won’t fit unless I do a full exorcism first.” She scowls.
“I fucking hate you.”
I smirk.
“No, you don’t. You love me, that’s why you married me. ”
“Temporary lapse in judgment.”
I laugh, grabbing her thighs and lifting her up.
She squeaks and wraps her legs around my waist.
She groans, throwing herself against me, her face is in my neck.
“I walked right into this, didn’t I?”
I grin.
“Like a moth to a fucking flame, Sirena .”
And now I have my sweet little wife exactly where I want her, and I’m going to show her what the fuck a real man can do.
Because if she thought she needed two men, she was so fucking wrong.
She only needs me, and I’m about to fucking prove it.
Now she’s kneeling on the edge of our bed, in the den of sin.
Naked and trembling with her hands on her thighs, waiting like the good girl she is.
I walk over to her and thread my fingers through her soft, messy hair, then fist it hard, twisting until she whimpers.
Then I yank her head back, forcing her mouth open, exposing that wet, greedy tongue that’s about to choke on my cock.
She gasps, lips parted, eyes blown as fuck, her chest rising and falling like she’s already out of breath.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
She shudders, her breath is already fucking ragged.
“Yes, Sir. ”
My dick jumps against my zipper, aching, ready to fucking wreck her.
“Greedy girl.”
I shove her forward, and she collapses onto her hands, catching herself just in time.
Her perfect ass is up, legs spread wide, and her pussy is fucking drenched.
Her wet cunt dripping onto the sheets, her tight little hole twitching like it’s begging to be stretched.
I grab the first toy, the thickest one and drag it through her soaked cunt, watching her squirm, her body practically sucking it in before I even give it to her.
I press the tip against her pussy, teasing and rubbing slow, dragging this the fuck out.
She whines, shifting her hips, pushing back, trying to take it herself.
I slam my palm across her ass, hard enough to make her jolt and her breath catching on a gasp.
“You want it, baby?” I press just the tip inside, stretching her just enough to make her ache for it.
“Yes, please.”
I slam it inside her, fucking burying it in one thrust.
She fucking chokes, her body jerking forward, arms shaking like she wasn’t expecting me to be that fucking brutal.
Her back arches, her pussy clenching so fucking tight around the toy it makes me want to rip it out and shove my cock inside instead .
“That’s one.”
I grab her ass, my fingers spreading her apart, watching her tight little rim flex as I tease a fingertip over it.
She tenses for half a second, then goes soft, offering it up like she fucking should.
I grab the second toy and press it against her tight little hole, watching her back tense and her thighs tremble as I start to push.
“Fuck, you’re tight as shit.”
I grip her hip and force the toy deeper, stretching her out and making her take every inch.
“That’s two.”
She whimpers, and her head drops forward.
I lean down, “This is what you wanted, right?” I shove the toy in, stuffing her full.
“You wanted to be fucking ruined.”
She nods frantically, already sounding wrecked.
“Yes, Sir.”
I pull her head back again, forcing her to arch, her breasts pushing forward, her nipples so fucking hard it makes my mouth water.
“Let’s see how much more you can fucking take.”
Then I flip her onto her back, shove a pillow under her head, and tilt her face to the side.
I straddle her chest, with my knees planted on either side of her, with my cock right at her mouth.
I grip the base and slap it against her lips.
Precum smears across her swollen lips, making them wet.
“Open up, Sirena.”
Her mouth falls open, and I thread my hand through her hair, slamming my cock down her throat.
“And three.”
She fucking gags, her body jerking, but I don’t let her move a fucking inch.
I hold her there, making her choke and struggle, feeling her throat squeeze tight as it tries to fight it.
I groan.
“Look at you, gagging on my cock like the perfect little wife you are.”
I push back, then slam in deeper, her nose pressing flush to my skin, her lips stretched wide around my cock.
Then using the app on my phone, I flip the fucking toys on.
She screams, a broken, strangled noise vibrating against my cock while the vibrations rip through her, her pussy and ass being fucked hard while I own her throat.
It only makes me thrust faster and deeper, forcing her to take it, fucking her mouth hard.
Drool pours down her chin, her face is a sloppy mess, and her throat tightens around me.
“You begged for this, baby. Now fucking take it. ”
She moans around me, and her body starts convulsing.
I tighten my grip in her hair, fucking her mouth through it, forcing her to take it.
“You don’t fucking come unless I say.”
She whines, her hands gripping my thighs like she can’t fucking breathe, like she’s coming apart so fast she’s barely holding on.
I pull out for just a second, watching her gasp for air, spit stringing between us and dripping from her lips.
“You ready to come, Sirena ?”
She nods frantically, her legs shaking and her pussy and ass clamping tight around the toys.
“Then fucking come.” I slam my cock back down her throat just as I crank the vibrations up to the max.
She screams around me, her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her so fast and hard that she nearly collapses.
I groan deep, slamming into her mouth one last time, holding her down as I spill every fucking drop down her throat.
She swallows like the good fucking girl she is.
By the time I let her go, she collapses, her body twitching and shaking, completely fucking spent.
I grab her chin, tilting her face up to mine.
I smirk, dragging my come-covered cock over her lips, smearing her spit and my release across her skin.
“Is it everything you thought it would be?”
“So much better,” she pants.
Liv’s still shaking; I know she’ll feel this for days.
After my one-man show has Liv a wrecked, trembling mess, I clean her up and move us to our room for a much-needed nap.
Now, it’s later in the evening, and we’ve ordered takeout for dinner.
I bring the food upstairs since Liv’s still sore from earlier, not that I have an ounce of guilt about that.
When I get upstairs, she’s in the bathroom, so I start setting up, laying a blanket over the bed, and spreading out the food.
Liv requested pizza, pasta, and extra garlic bread because she thinks I won’t kiss her, even after she loads up on enough garlic to kill a vampire.
Once everything is set up, I go to knock on the bathroom door, just as she steps out.
And she’s holding a white gift box, with a white bow neatly tied on top.
I eye it, frowning.
“Who’s that for?”
Her fingers tighten around the edges, like she’s suddenly nervous.
“It’s for you, actually. Well, both of us, but this is for you.”
She’s rambling.
Liv doesn’t ramble.
I drop onto the edge of the bed, avoiding the food I just set up, and nod at the box.
“Alright, Sirena . Let’s see what’s inside.”
She bites her lip, watching me as I flip the top open and push aside the tissue paper.
A white envelope sits on top, but I move past it, reaching for whatever’s underneath and pulling out a striped onesie.
My brain blanks.
The tiny little outfit is black and white, like a fucking prison jumpsuit.
I stare at it, confused as fuck, then flip open the card.
Warden,
I’m doing nine months on the inside.
When I get out, can I call you Daddy?
Love,
Your baby .
My whole fucking world stops, I look at Liv, who’s just standing there with tears in her eyes, and her hands pressing against her flat stomach.
My chest fucking caves in.
I look back at the little jumpsuit, then back at her, then at the tiny fucking jumpsuit again.
Liv’s pregnant.
I drop the outfit, grab her, and pull her straight into my arms, crushing her against me.
Fuck, I can’t be rough with her.
I loosen my hold and kiss her soft and slow.
She’s shaking, and her whole body is trembling against mine.
“I know we said we’d wait, but—”
“I want them. I want all of it with you.”
Her breath shudders, and I kiss her again, my hands cupping her face, my thumbs swiping away her tears.
“I love you,” Liv whispers, her lips quivering as a soft, breathless laugh slips out.
Even as tears spill down her cheeks, she’s still smiling.
“I love you.” She’s fucking glowing.
“Let’s just hope they don’t have your temper and my sass.”
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head.
“Yeah, or we’re all fucked.”
She laughs again, and I hold her tighter, pressing my forehead to hers.
Fuck.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, as if my entire world just shifted beneath me.
I’ve spent my whole fucking life without knowing what I was missing, until now.
And I’ve never wanted anything more.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her like I’ll never let go, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“We got this, Sirena . Till the fucking end.”
She nods, her fingers curling into my shirt, “You and me… till the end.”