"If you went to my school, I would have sneaked into your room after your parents were asleep and made you the most well-fucked girl in your class."
"My dad would-"
"Would have regretted interrupting us." Austin finished for me.
He reached down to his legs and pulled at first one tie, then the other, snapping them as easily as he had the first two. Now completely free, albeit with thick silky red ribbons around his wrists and ankles, he reached out and gripped me by the neck, pulling me into a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips, another piece of evidence that pointed to the crime of how hard he'd made me climax. He could snuff my life out with that grip on my throat, but all that power was so utterly devoted to me that I knew he never would. He was lightning in my bottle, a bullet in my gun.
With firm pressure, he guided me down until he let go of my neck and grabbed my legs, positioning himself between them more by moving my body rather than his. Austin pulled my calves up until I could see them up on either side of his head, his massive tattooed arms curled around like thick inked vines.
My toes curled and wiggled as he kissed and licked each leg in turn, paying special attention to the back of my knees, which he knew drove me wild. His skilled teasing brought me back from my post-orgasmic daze and made me focus on just how much more my husband was going to do to me.
Austin draped my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing my knees up near my head and pressing my breasts against my thighs. Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me into a kiss that pushed the limits of my flexibility and I could feel his heavy balls against my pussy.
With our lips locked together, he adjusted his hips and his weighty cock dragged downwards across my navel. The tip flicked across my clit, making me yelp into our kiss, and then that majestic thickness was stretching my pussy lips around it as he pressed forward.
As soon as the head of his stiff rod was lodged inside me, my husband pushed his entire length forward in one hard thrust that ended with the sound of bodies slapping together and filled me with cock. I broke off our kiss to squeal, and Austin reached behind my head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it back to make me expose my neck.
Leaning down, he licked and sucked at the skin as he began to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy, feeling like a wild animal that might decide to tear my throat out at any moment if he got sick of this tickly teasing. I couldn't bring myself to be afraid, I was tied in knots and getting fucked by the sexiest man in the world.
His powerful thrusts pushed me down into the bed, only to bounce back up and meet him on the next stroke. Our bodies met each time and his heavy balls slapped against my ass over and over again, while the tip barely brushed against my cervix.
"Fuck," Austin groaned. "I would have got you pregnant in school. Fucking claimed you right from the start without wasting any time. Made you my little bareback fucktoy on the teacher's desk."
"Yes sir!" I panted, while every hard thrust made my voice waver.
Austin was putting a fire in my belly now as surely as he'd put a baby there before. And it was growing too.
I imagined what it would have been like to have a boyfriend like Austin back in school. To sneak behind the bleachers, or whatever the sexually active couples used to do. Making out in the back seats of cars. Losing my virginity to him on my prom night instead of my wedding night.
In a way it felt like just what he'd said, some years had been wasted before we were together. On the other hand, he'd fucked me hard and often, and that time was surely made up for by now.
All that love, all that lust, fueled that campfire in my belly and I could feel it building up past a bonfire, past a forest fire... this was going to be a towering inferno of ecstasy.
The world was starting to sound like my ears were muffled by pillows as the beating of my heart and the sound of my own breath started to dominate. The tips of my fingers and toes were tingling with the hint of my second climax when Austin leaned back, flipped me over with expert precision, and pulled my hips up so my ass was presented to him.
I growled my frustration and Austin responded by jack-hammering into my pussy so hard that my mind was shaken into submission by the deep impacts. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, there was too much happiness, too much pleasure for me to keep it in.
Thankfully, before I spontaneously combusted, my orgasm returned to the edge of that mental cliff and, with the constant pounding from the powerful athlete, leapt off with no hesitation. I arched my back and screamed affirmatives, trying to push against him as hard as I could.
Austin's hands left my hips and took my hair as reins, doing the work of bringing us together far more efficiently than I could. Colored star-bursts flashed in front of my eyes before I squeezed them shut to let myself float in this bliss.
Smack!
My husband's other hand came down on my ass cheek and I screamed my pleasure again. I could feel my breasts swaying under me as his thrusts became more sporadic, that cock seeking out every last fraction of an inch of depth in my fluttering tunnel.
I smiled dazedly when I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, then I moaned in satisfaction at the next spurt that capped off another hard and deep thrust. One of these days we should start considering some kind of protection, but how could it compare to this raw animalistic perfection?
Austin leaned forward, flattening me out as he put some of his weight on top of me. He pulled my chin in his direction and I kissed him over my shoulder as well as I could as I caught my breath.
"Oh fuck yes, Sky. You would have had a big load of cum in your pussy in every class."
"I think it's time for mathematics now," I said. "School is in. If one wife gets fucked two times today, how many inches of hard cock can fit down her throat?"
Austin chuckled and slowly began to stroke his magnificent length in and out of me again.
Austin
Stealth was never my strong suit, but I put every last bit of effort I could into it now, just to get out of this room without waking Ryan up. I winced when the door clicked behind me, and paused for a second, listening intently.
I breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of any stirring so I wouldn't have to start settling him from scratch. When I came out to the living room, I saw Kendall was already out there, having clearly worked her magic on Eli faster than I had on Ryan.
Kendall was busily filling Skylar in on some cute thing the kids had done today, while Jace sat back in his chair with his fingers interlaced behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He had that look of concentration on his face I now knew so well.
"Took you long enough," said Kendall. "I was wondering if you were going to have enough time left to fuck him up in front of his bitch." She jerked her thumb at Jace.
The three of them laughed heartily.
"Oh haha, you're all so fucking funny. You're never going to let that one go, are you?"
"Not any time soon," said Kendall.
I sat down in an empty chair at Skylar's end of the couch and Jace leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tenting his fingers in front of him. He looked from our wives to me and took a deep breath.
"So, I've come to a decision," he said.
"About what?" I asked.
"The long-term plan. All the shit that's turned up while we've dug this Picolli and Bertolini weed out of the New Ashby garden has been … enlightening."
"There you go with your monk-on-a-mountain shit again. What are you talking about?"
Jace pulled his hands apart and held them up, his eyes glancing upwards as he thought of how best to word whatever he was talking about.
"My understanding of the Mafia organizational structure has changed. The degree to which the Picollis and the Bertolinis were intertwined is far deeper than I thought. The lines between them got especially blurred due to the pressure I put on in Port Magnus, but it's always been this way, to a certain extent."
"OK. So? You crushed them like bugs over in Port. We've got them on the ropes here. What does this change?"
"It means I can't kill them," Jace said.
"They seem to be dying pretty well?" I shrugged, confused.
"I mean I can't kill the Picollis or the Bertolinis … not without killing, or assimilating, all the families. If I don't, then they'll always have a place to run. They'll always have a place to regroup, access to huge resources that can make big problems for us. Endanger everything we've built." Jace glanced at Kendall and Skylar, and in the direction of the rooms the kids were sleeping in.
"I see … uh … do you mean … " I trailed off.
Jace nodded. "Yes. The long-term plan. Picolli. Bertolini. It doesn't matter anymore. If they're part of one of the crime families, they join us or die. This will be a nationwide campaign."