Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03

... thing I had already affirmed to myself. “I’d die for you.”

Marlene's eyebrows lifted as she melted before me. Her lips met mine. We kissed long, and we kissed deep. “And I, you,” she whispered in my ear.

Her bag was brushed to the floor gently as her legs positioned around my hips. We moved slowly and with ease. She brought me down to the bed carefully. Removing my bloody bandage from my shoulder, she gently kissed down my neck and around my wound that had finally closed. I reached for her body and felt the curves of her luscious body. Down the arch of her back, as she laid on me up to the plump round ass that I squeezed, I felt her entire body.

Her lips returned to mine, and she spent minutes exploring my mouth with her tongue. Her lips kissing mine, I felt her hands undoing my belt slowly and deliberately. Stroking my cock to life, she lifted her skirt and fed my shaft inside her slowly. Her wet, tight lips accepted his cock and squeezed it as she eased herself down on him.

“Ooo hmm,” she whimpered into me as we kissed.

Sliding her hips up and down on my cock, she rode me slowly. She rode me passionately. Keeping me on my back, she raised up to pull her shirt off, revealing her perfectly sculpted round breasts. Riding my shaft at a steady pace, her breasts swayed and bounced before as she cried out moans she couldn’t swallow.

“Oh, my god… Oh my… yes, yes! Please, oh god, cum inside me! I want you to cum in… side… ahh…” she moaned, rocking into me with ...

... every syllable.

Grunting, I felt her body begin to seize just as my cock began to pulse inside her. Hooking my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her lips down to mine. We kissed deeply as my cock spurted strings of cum deep inside of her. Sharing a moment that neither of us wanted to end, we stayed in that position for the rest of the afternoon. Listening to seagulls squawking and the waves crashing, we fell asleep again in each other’s arms.Chapter FiveThe three days aboard the cruise ship were some of the best days of my life to that point. We hid amongst thousands of people and talked to no one but each other. Eating, drinking, dancing, and recovering. Taking nothing but the trash bag of IDs, cash, and jewels, we walked off the ship on the third day and made our way across the island of Jamaica. From there, we found a fisherman who took us to a Caribbean island Lorenzo had told me about.

It took three more days of travel to arrive. The house was a compound on the beach. A four-bedroom house on stilts with metal gates surrounding the two acres it sat on. Surrounded by a forest and nature, the town, which had a market, was a three-minute drive away.

“This is Tomascos?” Marlene asked as she walked through the large living room with a vaulted ceiling. The furniture appeared brand new and old at the same time. Like it had been purchased and decorated a decade ago but never lived in. Never sat on. Never slept in.

“No, this is yours,” I said, running my finger ...