41. The Mile High Club
CHAPTER 41
THE MILE HIGH CLUB
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Three days of wedded bliss is all we’re allotted before the Lower East Side explodes into chaos. With Jia still home recovering and the impending departure of the elder Guo, the Four Seas along with the other bands of the Triad squabble and fight like stupid-ass children. And the damned Puerto Rican mob steps in, taking advantage of the pandemonium.
They’ve ransacked warehouses, destroyed shipments, even hijacked cargo liners before they reach the docks. My fingers dig into the smooth leather armrests of the captain’s chair on our private jet. If it wasn’t for Jia’s hand on my thigh distracting me, my blood pressure would be through the roof. And if it wasn’t for my twin and his girlfriend sitting across from us, my wife’s hand would be down my pants, strangling my cock and providing a much more pleasant experience for us all.
Nico made the executive decision that it was time for us to travel to Puerto Rico to meet with the head of La Sombra Boricua , Esmeralda, in person. I’m not anxious for this little reunion for numerous reasons. One: I hate the idea of putting my wife in danger, but of course, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Two: I should be at home right now fucking my little spitfire, instead of dealing with this nonsense. Three: Last time I saw Esmeralda, she held a gun to my head after I’d thoroughly fucked her. That last one may have been my fault.
I have no desire to see my past conquest while toting my new wife at my side. I debated telling Jia before we got on the plane about a hundred times, but somehow the timing was never right. How could I tell her with my cock buried balls deep in her sweet little pussy as she moaned my name? Which was how we’d spent the last three days, only emerging from our bedroom to scavenge for food and give Yéye a quick hello.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the old man smile so much. Who knew he’d be so pleased we were finally getting along?
Jia’s hand creeps higher up my thigh, drawing my attention away from the torrent of my musings. My cock instantly hardens at her touch, and I hazard a quick glance toward my brother and Maisy. They’ve nodded off, the cute redhead asleep on his shoulder, both wearing matching earbuds. My eyes flicker to my wife and the mischievous glint in those dark irises.
I cup her hand over my cock, and her fingers wrap around me over my slacks. Only a few soft touches, and I’m hard as hell and desperate for more. I lean closer and whisper, “I’ve got another first for you, spitfire.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Excitement sparkles in her gaze.
“The mile high club.” I toss her a wink, and her grin grows more brazen. She may have been a virgin only a week ago, but damn, she’s learned quickly. And she’s so willing to try anything. I’ve already had her across nearly every surface of the loft and, once her grandfather departs, we’ll have even more unclaimed territory to explore .
My hand wraps around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine. As I claim that sharp tongue, I drag her into my lap so she straddles me. She’s wearing a skirt and a scrap of lace covers her pussy. I can easily work around that.
I reach between us, unfasten my belt, and drag down the zipper of my slacks.
She freezes, eyes meeting mine as she reads my intent. “But your brother—” she murmurs against my lips.
“Is asleep,” I answer as my cock springs free.
“What if they wake up?” she whisper-hisses.
“Those noise-cancelling earbuds are pretty powerful. And besides, I’ve walked in on them fucking so many times it’s only fair, really.”
She claps her hand over her mouth to smother a chuckle. “You’re terrible.”
“And you love it.” I slip my hand beneath her skirt and find her already wet. I try to focus on that instead of the fact that she hasn’t actually told me she loves me. I tell myself she needs time after all the fucked-up shit she went through with her father. Besides, I was the idiot who told her to be sure.
That damned ring is burning a hole in the hidden safe I moved it to at home. I’ve been dying to give it to her, but she has to say the words first. I need to know she’s really in this. Despite all the amazing sex.
With her panties pushed to the side, I toy with her clit as my mind wanders. It isn’t until she reaches for my cock and positions it at her entrance that I really focus. Cazzo , this woman has ruined me. I’m about to fuck my gorgeous wife mid-air, and all I can think about is if she loves me or not.
Damn it… I need to tell her about Esmeralda. There can’t be any more secrets between us if this marriage is to truly work. And I’m so desperate for that.
“There’s something I have to tell you.” I keep circling that taut bundle of nerves, hoping the news will be more palatable this way .
Her eyes narrow as she regards me. “Okay.”
“Esmeralda and I have history…”
Jia grunts, rolling her eyes. “Of course you do.” She tries to squirm off me, but I hold her in place with one hand on her thigh and increase my attentions to her swollen clit.
Once I’m certain she won’t bolt, I whisper, “It didn’t mean anything.” Cupping her cheek, I run my thumb across her soft skin. “Nothing meant anything before you.”
Her gaze chases down to the minute space between our bodies, and fear blossoms. She’s going to run. I rub her clit harder, anything to distract her.
“Okay,” she murmurs an excruciatingly long moment later.
“… That’s it?”
“What else can I say? Do I like the idea that you fucked the head of La Sombra Boricua ? Of course not. Am I surprised? Also, no. I can’t hold you responsible for all of your stupidities before we met.”
Extricating my fingers from inside her, I frame her face with both my hands and press a kiss to her pouty lips. “I guess this is what a healthy discussion in a mature relationship looks like, huh?”
“I suppose so.” She adjusts her stance and hovers over my thick crown. “Now, fuck me already, so I can get the thought of you with that woman out of my head.”
Gripping her waist, I force her down onto my cock and we groan in perfect unison. She’s so fucking tight, I feel like a damned school boy every time I’m inside her. It takes all my concentration not to come on the spot.
“Are you going to be able to be quiet, spitfire?” I whisper as she bounces on my cock. She’s so eager, her pussy so ravenous for me.
Her head falls back. “Mmhmm.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.” My hands skate up her skirt, squeezing her perfect ass and she lets out a faint groan. With one palm urging her closer, my other one travels beneath the curve of her ass cheek. I run my finger through her wetness, dragging her arousal toward her puckered hole. The one part of her I have yet to claim.
She trembles at the touch, her hips rocking more forcefully against my cock. I brush the edge of her back hole, circling slowly. I’ve been priming her for days. She’s soaked already and I’m certain she could handle it, but it’s probably not the best place to test it out.
So instead, I insert only the tip of my finger.
She gasps at the unexpected intrusion, but she doesn’t balk. She simply moves faster, gliding up and down my shaft before reaching between us to cup my balls.
“Fuck…” I groan as they tighten at her touch.
My free hand moves from her ass and skates beneath her blouse. I free her breast and rub her nipple until she moans.
“Mmm, I feel so full of you, honey,” she whispers against my ear, her peaked nipples brushing my chest through her blouse.
“That’s right, wifey. You’re all mine. My cock in your drenched pussy, my finger in that tight asshole, and your perfect breast in my palm. You were made for me, all of you.”
“Yes…” she groans.
“Get ready, because I’m going to fill you with my cum in a second. And I don’t want you to clean up after. I want you to walk into Esmeralda’s house with my cum dripping down your leg so she knows your mine and I’m yours.”
A chill races up her spine, making her shoulders tremble. “I’m ready.” She captures my lips, devouring them with unbridled enthusiasm as she rides my cock.
We haven’t exactly been careful the past few days. Though we’ve talked about her going on the pill, we’d need to leave our bedroom to make it happen. I know how invested Jia is in the grand opening of CityZen and a baby would not make that easy.
On the other hand, my biological clock must have just materialized because all I can think about is filling my wife with my seed. And the idea of her belly round with my baby has me at the point of orgasm. It’s fucking nuts what love can do to a self-proclaimed eternal bachelor.
I thrust harder, meeting her with every rock of her hips and dip my finger farther inside that virgin hole. She lets out a faint moan through clenched teeth, and her head falls back. I can feel her pussy clench around my cock and it’s all I need to fall right along with her.
Tremors ravage my body as the orgasm rips through me and I come inside her, the thick ropes dribbling down her thigh. Dio , I’ll never get tired of this. I could live inside her and be a happy man.
Once the echoes of pleasure subside, she collapses against me, a beaming smile on that radiant face.
“Soon, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass, spitfire,” I whisper.
Mischief dances across those darting eyes. “As long as it’s good, you can claim every part of me, honey.”
“Oh, it’ll be good. Trust me.”
She tries to scramble off, but I hold her down for another minute. “When we’re at Esmeralda’s let me do the talking, okay? I don’t need you making any more enemies.”
Her lips screw into a pout. “I can’t make any promises.”
I should have known better…