Luciano: Lovers-to-Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance
With one hand pressed against the stone wall of the shower, I gripped my cock tighter and stroked it as I pictured my wife, the mental image of our last time together in the shower.
“Luciano, what are you doing?” Grace rasped, a blush spreading through every inch of her pale skin. She blushed so easily and her light complexion with freckles refused to hide it. I fucking loved it.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, prepared to worship her. She was like the rarest brand of cognac that I wanted to savor for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to taste my wife. My queen,” I murmured against her pussy. “And love every fucking second of it.”