She writhes on top of me, her hips rolling as she eases that sweet, slick, tight little pussy down every inch of my fat cock. Leanna groans this guttural, low whine of pleasure as I grind so fucking deep inside of her, filling her like I know only I can.

I look down at where we join, growling like a beast at the obscene way her glistening pink lips stretch around my girth. My hands grip her ass possessively, and as I slowly ease her up, she throws her head back and whimpers in a way that has my balls twitching with need.

Fuck do I love this woman.

We were in love before. Now, it’s like somehow I’ve fallen even deeper down that emotion with her. It’s like I don’t know how I could ever breathe without her kissing the wind into my lungs. Or maybe I could, but breathing with her on top of me with her lips pressed to mine sounds a hell of a lot more fun.

The afternoon light filters in through the half-closed drapes across the elegant stone arch windows of the palazzo-turned-luxury hotel. Through them, from the private balcony of our presidential suite, the sounds of Venice murmur through the air.

But then, I’m not thinking about the sounds of the Italian city, or the damned sunlight. All I’m thinking about is the feel of Leanna sliding up and down my shaft, taking me deep on every slow grind as her moans of pleasure fill my ears.

I could say coming here is a job perk seeing as my company is doing some mineral surveying north of here towards the Swiss border. But honestly, we can afford to go wherever the hell we want whenever the hell we want now. Venice at the drop of a hat on a Tuesday afternoon? No problem. I’m the boss, after all. And as for Leanna?

Well, she’s got a new job. And her new boss is quite the pushover when she asks him nicely if she can jet off to Venice. It works even better if she asks while swallowing his cock into the back of her throat or moaning for more as he bends her over his desk and makes her scream.

…Just to clarify, I’m her boss. Leanna works for me now.

Call it nepotism, and you might even be right. But it just so happens that Leanna O’Neil was the single best young financial guru who I interviewed. We’re about to take O’Neil Enterprises public, and I can’t even begin to think of anyone else besides her guiding us through that process.

Today it’s Venice. Tomorrow, I plan on making her come all over the down comforter of our Swiss ski-lodge chateau. After that, I’m going to have her on her hands and knees gripping the silk sheets in our Parisian townhouse while I claim that sweet little pussy from behind.

After that? Well, who knows. We’ve got places in London, Sao Paulo, Mexico City, Sydney, Tokyo, Chang Mai, Berlin, Istanbul, New York, San Francisco, and Miami, alongside Venice, of course.

Fuck, that’s wild to even think about.

We don’t need the money to be happy. Not at all. Leanna and I could be broke as a joke without two pennies to rub together, and we’d still be crazy in love and happy as ever. But the money sure is nice. It allows for time. And time is something I was robbed of. The wealth allows for the luxury of being able to do nothing but love her. Nothing but hold her, and kiss her, murmur dirty things into her ears until she snaps and pounces on me.

…Our current situation of her starting to bounce on my cock harder and faster is because of exactly that, actually.

Alongside all the new properties though, there’s one that’s still our favorite. It might not have a household staff, or views of the Eiffel Tower or a snow-capped Swiss Alp. It might not have silk sheets and heated floors, or a shower with twelve heads.

But it’s got the history of us plastered into its walls. It’s got the same sound of the Pacific Ocean lapping at the shore that I listened to years ago when our love was new.

Years later, through everything that we went through, I look at my wife and I feel the exact same butterflies I did the first time I saw her. I feel the exact same throb of energy and the thrill that teases through my cock at the chance of making her mine, and making her come for me.

Years later, it’s exactly the same.

She’s the only one for me. Always was. And like I said, I was done for the second I saw her.

“Oh fuck, Brooks!”

I growl, hands tightening on her as I feel that tight little pussy clamping down on me, milking my shaft as a minor climax ripples through her. I groan, leaning up and wrapping my lips around a pale pink nipple, sucking on it as I thrust up into her. My swollen cock head pushes deep into her dripping wet pussy, making her moan even louder as she starts to bounce on my lap harder and harder.

My lips drag higher, tasting the sweat from her skin as my muscles clench and my balls ache for release, so full of cum for her. She whines a wail of pleasure, bouncing faster, taking every single thick, fat inch of my big cock deep into her cunt over and over. Her slick honey drips down, coating me in her arousal and spurring me on.

With a roar, I push forward, making her squeal as I topple her onto her back with her legs spread wide and me between them. I grunt, my hips moving faster and my cock driving in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Leanna screams for more, clawing at my back, her moans singing through my ears as her nipples drag across my chest.

“You wanna come for me, angel?” I hiss into her ear. “You want make this pretty little pussy come for my fat cock?”

“Fuck me!” She screams, panting, and so close.

“Mine,” I growl, rutting into her, thrusting deep and hard as I feel her getting tighter and tighter, the tension building before she explodes.

“You were mine from the second I saw you, Leanna.”

“I was yours before we ever met,” she moans, her hips rolling to meet mine, her whole body starting to tremble.

“Brooks… Brooks…” she gasps, panting. “Brooks, you’re going to make me…”

“Come,” I growl against her lips. “Come for me, angel. Let go and let me make this tight little pussy come all over my big cock, and then I’m going to pump every drop of cum I have deep inside of you.”

I lean in, letting my teeth rake across her earlobe as she starts to tremble all over, about to explode.

“Be a good girl and come for my big cock, Leanna.”

Her body jerks, arching off the bed against me as she suddenly just explodes. She screams, the orgasm detonating through her and shaking her to her core as her legs wrap tight around my hips. Her nails rake across my back, and as she hugs me against her, it’s the sound of that pleasure cried out into my ear that pushes me right over the edge.

I drive in, my lips crush to hers, and I explode.

My hot, sticky cum jets into her, pumping deep against her womb as I empty my fucking balls in her spasming, heavenly cunt. I groan, our tongues dancing and our lips locked as I just keep thrusting, more and more of my pearly white seed streaming into her until we both break away gasping for air.

But our lips find each other’s again after no more than a second’s breath, and our moans mingle as our bodies slowly come to a grinding stop and our heads come back from outer space.

I roll us, keeping my cock still firmly inside of her as she straddles my hips and leans down to lay her had on my chest. My arms wrap around her, my hands stroking her soft skin as I kiss her forehead.

This is perfect. The best of it? The money and all that? That could come or go, and I’d live. But her?

No way.

I lost her once. But that’s never happening again.

“I love you,” I purr into her ear, groaning as my words make her clench her inner muscles, teasing my still-hard cock.

“I love you too,” she whispers back, lifting her head from my chest to kiss me gently.

“Husband of mine.”

“Wife of mine.”

She’s mine.

For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. And not even death will tear us apart.

Mine to have and to hold.

Again, and for always.