Page 53 of Stolen Dove

“A little black dress.” she adds with a little more attitude that she’s going to pay for later.

“Little is the operative word. You and Luisa are in trouble. Lift it up, show me what you have on under. You better have something under.”

She slips her hands through her cleavage and pulls out a pair of black lace panties. “These?”

“That’s not where they go, Dove.”

“No, but I knew you’d rip them off me.” She stuffs them in my mouth and then steps back, leaning against the door as she shimmies her dress up, revealing her tiny pink slit covered with a little dark blonde landing strip, and fuck I’m ready to land. I drop the panties and slip them into my pocket, shucking off my suit jacket.

“No gun?”

“Nope. I knew my wife would be causing trouble. Show me what I own, mi reina.” Her slender fingers slide over her lips and parts her little pussy for me. “You need me to make you scream tonight don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, slipping her fingers into her sopping wet cunt and rubbing them violently.

“Give me,” I demand. She pulls them out with a whimper and brings them to my mouth. “Someone’s horny tonight.” I suck her fingers clean and groaning as my cock jerks in my pants, straining the material dangerously. Fuck, my tailor’s going to be paid more if I make these fuckers last. Dove’s beautiful self always makes my cock hard.

“Looks like I’m not alone.”

“Then turn around and bend over. Show me that ass of yours.” She turns for me, rolling her hips backward with her ass popping out, round and plump. I watch the little show she puts on while dropping my pants and briefs down to my thighs. Stroking my cock with one hand, I slide my hand up her back, I press her down. Feeling greedy, I tease her clit with the tip until she’s shaking. Leaning in, I grunt, “You ready?”

“Always.” I line my cock up with her entrance and pound forward, plowing deep inside. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Dove. You love making me jealous,” I say as I grip her ponytail and then kiss her throat.

“I’m only for you. I can’t help you’re irrationally jealous.” I slap her ass hard, watching it jiggle and turn pink. Over and over, I pop my hand on that smooth skin, grabbing both cheeks as I fuck her until legs give out and she comes all over my cock. I unleash every drop.

Pulling her upper body to mine, I grab Dove’s throat and turn her head to get her profile and then bite on her ear before I confess, “It’s never irrational because my fear of losing you is real. Always. You’re the best thing to happen to me and I want you to remember that.”

I’m in the middle of tucking myself back in my pants while she leans against the door breathing heavy, looking thoroughly fucked. I tuck my semi-hard cock down my leg so I don’t give everyone a show.

Suddenly my phone rings in my pocket and I already know who it is before I pick it up.

Felipe speaks first. “Sir, the guests have started arriving.”

“You’ve kept them away from my office?” I question. I don’t want to have everyone hear my queen coming. Or at least not to hear all of it because she’s gotten louder, freer and I eat it up every scream, making me harder.

“Of course. Happy Anniversary, sir.” I end the call and tuck my phone away and then slide on my tux jacket.

“Our guests are waiting, my queen.” I drop to my knees and then pull out her panties. She steps into them and I slowly slide them up her silky thighs until they’re in place and then I pull her dress down. “Keep those legs closed. I want another son.” I kiss her mouth. She clenches her thighs tight. The thought of carrying my baby turns her on as much as it does for me. “Good girl. Let’s greet our guests.”

We walk out and I lean in, “You look gorgeous, Mrs. Serrano.”

“Thank you, Mr. Serrano. Oh and you’re son’s already growing inside me.”

“What?”

“Yes. Happy anniversary.” I stop and pin her to the wall.

“Damn, she must have told him,” my mother says. I pull back, grateful that my jacket covers my cock.

“Was that before or after they celebrated?” Hector says.

“Mind your business. I’ll take my wife where and when I want. Now enough of making my lovely bride blush. We have a party waiting for us.” I take my wife’s hand and lead her into the dining room and see the rest of our guests. Twenty family and friends. It couldn’t be better.

“Long live the Serrano family.” I rub my wife’s flat belly.

“Serrano, Serrano,” everyone cheers. Our four children come around to our side and hug us. Our favorite people are with us including our little ones.

“Serrano forever, Daddy,” my oldest says. He shakes my hand and then hugs his mother like the good man he’s becoming.