62. Astor
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
ASTOR
I t’s Christmas morning and I’m waking up to the present I’ve wanted my whole fucking life. Her hair is a mess on top of her head and she has a tiny snore coming from her slightly parted lips. I slip out of bed to grab her gifts. We didn’t do a Christmas tree, which I know probably bothered her. She loves Christmas, she always has.
When I get downstairs, I’m hit with the scent of apple cinnamon and the sight of white, sparkling lights. I look around and I’m dumbfounded when I see the nine-foot tall Christmas tree in the corner of our living room. There are presents around it and Christmas decor everywhere. I shake my head and smile, knowing it was Alessia. I slept like a rock last night, because I didn’t feel her get up nor did I hear anything. I grab her gifts and place them under the tree before retreating back up the stairs to climb back into bed with her. I wrap her in my arms and kiss the back of her head. Today will be a good day for her. She’ll get the present she wanted this morning and the revenge she wants tonight. Russ called my father last night and told him that we were free to take our revenge tonight, but to leave Miles alive until told otherwise. Russ is the only person above our families in the establishment, so unfortunately, unless Miles makes it his business to get himself killed before we’re given the ok to do so, we can’t budge. I’m surprised at that little stunt Alessia pulled at the meeting, but I felt proud, too. It showed Russ that she was strong and wasn’t taking anymore shit from anyone; especially where Miles was concerned.
I look at the clock. It’s only 5:00 a.m., so when the fuck did she have time to do a Christmas tree and decorations? I pull her into me and she turns, snuggling into my neck and planting a kiss on it.
“Fuck me,” she says into my neck as I run my fingers through her hair.
“Excuse me?”
“Be a good boy and fuck me so I can go back to sleep before our family bombards us.”
“Family?”
“Fuck now, questions later.”
Bossy .
I slowly slide the covers down, exposing her body. I kiss her shoulder blade and work my way down to her stomach. She arches when my tongue dashes across her stomach and my fingers slide down her bare pussy.
“Mm, finally back to no panties,” I groan before pushing my finger inside of her pussy. I curse when I find it slick and dripping. I slide further, placing my face in front of it. My tongue slides up and down her folds and she moans out my name.
The sound of her moaning on top of it being my name that’s coming out of it gives me a boost of confidence I didn’t know I needed.
My hand slaps across her pussy and I dive in for more, holding her stomach down to prevent movement.
“Astor…”
“Stay still, Alessia, I’m enjoying my first Christmas gift.”
“I won’t last.”
“Good, you can give me two then.” I push two fingers on her g-spot and circle my tongue around her pussy. Her body starts to shake and I know I’ve got less than a minute before my face is covered with her juices. Knowing that just makes me eat her viciously. I crave that taste, it’s the best fucking taste in the world, and when it hits my tongue, I lap up every drop she pushes out.
Just when she thinks she’s recovered from her first orgasm, I climb behind her and my cock slams inside of her. She throws her head back and her arms wrap around my neck as I hook my wrist under her knees and pull them to her chest. This angle makes me so deep inside of her that she’s trying her hardest to scream, but nothing is coming out.
My head sinks backwards at the contact, knowing this is what I get to feel for the rest of my life. It makes me want to beat my chest at the top of a mountain to let everyone know I won.
I power drive into her; her cunt so tight it’s suffocating me.
“Goddamn it, little devil. You’re so tight. So perfect. So mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees.
“Goddamn right.” I pick up my speed and push her legs tighter against her. I’m so deep now that I can feel every movement she makes. Every time she moans, it squeezes me tighter. Flipping her around, I bend down and yank her to me by the nape of her neck and push my tongue in her mouth. She bites down on it and takes over the kiss as I plunge in and out of her.
“I love you.”
“I know, now give me another.” She wraps her arms around me as I drive her home to the next orgasm. Her screams fill the room and a bead of sweat has formed in between her eyebrows. I run my tongue over it and kiss her nose after unloading my seed inside of her.
“Good girl.”
She falls asleep quickly and I wrap myself around her, falling right behind her.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” I hear in my ear. I slowly open my eyes and Alessia is laying on my chest, smiling at me.
“Merry Christmas, little devil.”
The morning is usually the time I spend watching her sleep. Her hair is always all over her head and she just looks at peace, finally.
“I have a secret…” she says, running her hand up my chest. I let out a yawn, throwing my head back down onto the pillow.
“Yeah? What?”
“You know how I was talking about families bombarding us…well, that’s because I told them we’d host Christmas here .” I lean up and eye her, but I can’t say I’m too surprised.
“And when did you tell them this, little devil?”
“Ehh maybe two days ago, but it’ll be perfect. We’re great hosts. ”
“Are we now…”
She smiles at me and nods before putting her head on my chest. The only hosting we’ve done is our friends, and that’s barely considered hosting since we shoot from the hip the moment they arrive. A sigh escapes her lips and I run my hands up and down her back. We’re both silent for a what feels like eternity. But silence with my wife isn’t bad, it’s a time where I take her in and remember she’s mine again.
“Don’t fall asleep, you have presents to open, wife.” She quickly hops up and runs downstairs like an absolute child and I bellow out in laughter. I follow her and stop when I’m hit with the scent of food.
Fuck.
I race downstairs, not caring that I’m just in my boxers. My cook is older; she’s been with me for years. Seeing me in my boxers isn’t a big deal, but when I get downstairs, what is a big deal is when I see Alessia hugging her.
“Ahh, you send me away on vacation so you can get married? How rude, my love.” Maria circles around Alessia and pulls me into a hug. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers as I hug her back.
“How’d you…” I say over her shoulder to Alessia who is smiling at me.
“I know everything about you, Astor…you’re my husband,” she says, passing by me and walking towards the Christmas tree.
“Maria, it’s Christmas. Go be with your family,” I tell her as she turns back to the kitchen.
“I’m leaving right after I finish.”
“I already tried; she wouldn’t listen,” Alessia says. “Is this a shirt?” She holds up a box and shakes it. “Yeah, definitely a shirt.”
I shake my head at her and walk over next to her.
“Just open it before you find something fragile and break it.”
Her eyes widen and she squints at me in suspicion. “Does that mean there’s something fragile amongst these gifts, husband?”
“Maybe.”
She laughs and hands me a gift. I smirk at her and take it. It doesn’t surprise me that she wrapped it perfectly.
“What time did you wake up to do all of this?”
“Caro came over and helped me. You were exhausted, almost like you were drugged or something…” I stop unwrapping the gift and glare at her. When her lip tips up a fraction, I lunge for her. She jumps up and tries to run, but I catch her quickly.
“Did you drug me , little devil?”
“I did no such thing. How would I have known that you’d drink the water on my side of the bed last night?” I bite her neck and she squeals, fighting against my hold.
“My love, what are you doing to that sweet girl?” Maria asks, her hands shooting to her hips as she rounds the corner.
“She drugged me last night to decorate our house .”
Maria waves her hands dismissively at me.
“You look perfectly fine to me.” She winks at Alessia and I throw her down on the couch.
“You’re in trouble, I hope you know,” I say, crawling overtop of her. She leans her head up, looking behind her. “She’s in the kitchen, and that wouldn’t stop me anyway,” I continue as I hook my fingers in her shorts and yank at them.
“But our families will be here soon, we don’t have time.”
“Guess you better come quickly then, unless you want an audience…again.”
“But you didn’t finish opening your presents...”
“Excuses, excuses, malyshka .”
I run my tongue over my lips and the moment they meet hers, my ears are cursed with the sound of my fucking friends clearing their throats.
“We can come back,” Mikhail says. Teagan is leaning against the wall and Jay plops down directly in front of us.
“No, it’s fine! Sit down. Ast was just being a caveman,” Alessia says, quickly pulling her shorts up. I groan and readjust my painfully hard cock.
This is going to be a long day.