Tony

We landed in Vegas and didn’t waste any time. Being here had two purposes for me. One was to marry my one and only love. Two was to give Homan a scare since I knew he was living around Henderson, just right out the city. Vinny and Filomena joined us to celebrate. Dante and Reagan wanted to be here, but I told them with the threat around it wouldn’t be safe. Guess who didn’t listen.

“You are one ugly motherfucker,” Dante said, walking up to us with Reagan’s hand in his.

“Look who’s talking. You were lucky to land this beautiful lady. How are you, Reagan?”

She smiled, but her eyes were scanning the room. “I am wonderful. Where is the lovely bride-to-be?”

“She’s getting dressed in back. She didn’t want me to see the dress she bought today.”

I took Dante to the side. “I thought I told you it wasn’t smart to come here,” I said to my cousin.

“We’re not worried. Besides, we have a least twelve with us,” he smirked. He was always well prepared, age and a family didn’t slow him down. He was ready to pop off if needed to protect his own.

I hugged him hard. “Good. I’m fucking glad you’re here.”

Reagan gave me a look as she walked up to us. “Tony,” Reagan snipped and swatted my arm. “We’re in a chapel.”

“Sorry,” I muttered. She was such a mother already. My parents were long gone now and I had no siblings, so Dante was my closest family, like a brother to me, and his wife has become a big part of my life as my bratty sister. She’s been on my ass to find a wife for the past two years, complaining that her kids need cousins.

“We’re ready,” the officiant said, and everyone gathered to take their places. The music started and my Alana appeared in a tight, white gown that I would have to peel off later as soon as I was able to ditch them. It hugged her curves and only went to about six-inches above the knee. Her tits were pushing up, but not spilling over. She looked radiant, smiling at me. I couldn’t stop my own smile.

The ceremony was a quick blur. Our first kiss had been too indecent for the chapel, so I got us out of there in a hurry. We stood outside of the chapel while Filomena started snapping her camera.

When there was a break after the first two photos, Reagan stepped up to Alana and greeted her with a hug. “Wow, that was intense. Hello, I’m Reagan and this is Dante.”

Alana blushed with nervousness. “Hello, Tony has told me about both of you.”

“Oh heavens, then you’d know that I’ve been a super pain with him, driving him insane about getting a wife.”

“He only said wonderful things about both of you.”

“Well, then he didn’t have much to say about me. Welcome to the family,” Dante said, pulling Alana in for a hug. Immediately, I snagged her back from him with a growl, making Reagan laugh hard.

“I told you that would happen,” Dante said to Reagan, laughing while shaking his head. 

“I’m glad I didn’t bet you,” Reagan teased her husband, jabbing him in the ribs. Alana didn’t get upset by it all. She looked completely pleased.

“Mrs. Franchetti, are you ready to go to dinner with these clowns?”

“Yes. I’d like that.” I frowned, hoping to get my wife alone.

“Tony, I’ll take Vinny and Filomena. You and the Mrs. ride in the limo by yourselves.” He gave me a wink.

“Fuck yeah. We may be a little bit late,” I cheered and warned.

“We’re having dinner at your hotel, right?”

“Yes, Vinny has all the details. Tell the people we need two more seats.” We rushed to the limo and laughed as we closed the door. “Take us for a thirty-minute drive, please.” The driver nodded, started the engine, and raised the divider.

“Woman, be quiet, okay?” She nodded rapidly, sliding over my thighs, raising her dress to reveal a lacy thong. I growled.

“You be quiet, Mr. Franchetti.”

“I don’t care if he hears me come. It’s you that I don’t want him to hear.” I unleashed my cock from my tux pants and helped her onto my length. She slid down until our bodies were completely joined. I grabbed her face and pulled it toward me, taking her mouth and absorbing her moan. Her dress was too tight to get her tits out without stripping her bare, so I took her neck, sucking and biting the flesh, while gripping her ass and bouncing it up and down on me. I was so close that I needed her with me. I reached between us and stroked her little nub, sending my beautiful wife into a muffled orgasm. My mouth was back on hers to stop her cries as I emptied my load into her depths.

“I love you, Alana,” I panted, pressing her head against my chest, feeling her heartbeat pound as hard as mine.