012

Don Vincenzo Marazona

Dinner finally ended, but the tension in the room still felt like a loaded gun.

Serafina had been drinking quietly for the last hour. Not enough to embarrass herself, but enough that her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes had gone soft and glassy. Every time she lifted her glass, I watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed.

Valentina caught my eye from across the table. She gave a small, almost imperceptible tilt of her head toward Serafina, then glanced toward the door. *Take her upstairs.*

I stood without a word and offered my hand. Serafina took it immediately, a little unsteady as she rose. Her body swayed gently into mine.

“We’re leaving,” I said quietly against her ear.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Okay…”

I didn’t bother saying goodnight to anyone. I simply led her out of the ballroom, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her steady. The hallway felt quieter than usual, the only sound being the soft click of her heels and her slightly uneven breathing.

By the time we reached the suite, she was leaning heavier against me. The wine had loosened her just enough.

I closed the heavy door behind us. The fire was already crackling low, casting warm golden light across the room. Serafina took a few steps forward, then turned to face me. The emerald gown hugged her body like it had been painted on. Her nipples were faintly visible through the silk.

She swallowed, eyes shiny.

“I… I drank too much,” she admitted softly, a shy little smile playing on her lips. “I was so nervous.”

“I know,” I said, slowly removing my jacket and tossing it aside. “You were trembling the whole fucking night.”

I walked toward her until there was barely any space left between us. She had to tilt her head back to look at me. Her breathing was shallow, warm, and smelled faintly of sweet wine.

“Vincenzo…” she whispered.

I gripped her chin, thumb brushing her bottom lip.

“You’re tipsy, wife. And you’re looking at me like you want something you’re not ready for.”

Her cheeks burned darker. But instead of pulling away, she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine.

It wasn’t a bold kiss. It was soft. Hesitant. Sweet. Like she was testing if I would allow it.

I let her. For a moment.

Then I took control, deepening the kiss until she whimpered softly into my mouth. When I pulled back, her lips were swollen and wet.

She was breathing harder now.

“Can I…” Her voice was small, shy, but the wine made her brave. “Can I touch you?”

I stared down at her, cock already throbbing painfully against my slacks.

“Where?” I asked, voice low and rough.

She hesitated, then placed one trembling hand on my chest. Her fingers traced down slowly, over my stomach, stopping just above my belt.

“Here?” she whispered, eyes flicking up to mine for permission.

I grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm fully against the hard bulge in my pants.

Her eyes widened.

“Fuck,” she breathed, almost in disbelief.

I smirked darkly, keeping her hand there.

“You feel that?” I murmured against her ear, voice rough. “That’s what you do to me, even when you’re shaking like a scared little virgin. You make my cock so fucking hard it hurts.”

She shivered hard against me, but her small hand stayed pressed against my cock, stroking me through my slacks with that innocent, clumsy curiosity that was driving me fucking insane.

“I just… I want to make you feel good,” she whispered, her voice soft and tipsy. “Even if I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I tilted her chin up and kissed her harder — deep, filthy, claiming — while her fingers kept rubbing over the thick bulge in my pants. When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and shiny.

I stepped back just enough to unbuckle my belt. The sound of leather sliding made her eyes drop to my hands.

“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low and rough.

Serafina hesitated only a second before sinking down in front of me, the emerald gown pooling around her like spilled ink. She looked up at me with wide, glassy eyes — nervous, aroused, and beautifully tipsy.

I pushed my slacks and boxers down, freeing my cock. It sprang out heavy and thick, the head already glistening. Serafina’s breath hitched.

“It’s… big,” she whispered, almost in awe.

I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked once, slowly.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, parting those pretty lips. I tapped the head of my cock against her tongue.

“Lick first. Slow. Like you’re tasting something you’re not sure you’re allowed to have.”

Her tongue came out shyly, licking a long stripe from base to tip. She did it again, then swirled around the head, tasting the precum leaking from me.

“Good girl,” I growled. “Now take me in. Not too deep yet. Just the head. Suck gently.”

She wrapped her lips around me, sucking softly. The wet heat of her mouth made my jaw clench.

“Fuck… that’s it. Use your tongue while you suck. Yes — just like that.”

I slid my fingers into her pinned-up hair, not forcing her, but guiding her rhythm.

“Deeper now. Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose.”

She took more of me, her eyes watering a little as she tried. The sight of her — on her knees in that expensive gown, lips stretched around my thick cock — was obscene.

“Look at me while you suck my cock.”

Her glassy eyes lifted to mine. Tears clung to her lashes, but she didn’t stop. She bobbed her head slowly, taking me deeper each time, her tongue working eagerly under my instruction.

I groaned, hips twitching.

“You’re doing so fucking well for your first time. My innocent little wife sucking cock like she was made for it.”

Her moan vibrated around me. I felt my balls tighten.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned, voice rough. “When I do, you’re going to keep your mouth open and take it on that pretty face. Understand?”

She whimpered around my cock and nodded.

I fucked her mouth a little faster, holding her head steady. With a low, guttural groan, I pulled out at the last second.

“Open.”

Thick ropes of cum shot across her face — across her lips, her flushed cheeks, even a streak over her eyelashes. She gasped softly, eyes fluttering.

I stroked myself through the last pulses, watching my seed mark her.

“Fuck… look at you. Covered in my cum like a good little wife.”

She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, face glistening.

I tucked myself away, then bent down and lifted her effortlessly into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively as I carried her to the bed.

I laid her down on her back and climbed over her. Without warning, I grabbed the fabric of her gown and tore it upward, ripping her lace panties clean off in one brutal motion. She gasped sharply.

I spread her thighs wide and stared down at her pretty, soaked pussy.

“Such a wet little cunt already,” I muttered darkly. “All this from sucking my cock?”

I lowered my head and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit. Serafina cried out, back arching.

I licked her again, slower, savoring her taste.

“Stay still,” I ordered against her pussy. “I’m going to eat this sweet cunt until you’re shaking.”

Then I buried my face between her thighs.