The Gangster's Wife

Chapter Four

V I N C E N T

She was tighter than he thought possible. Close to being a virgin. Vincent wanted to pound inside her, but instead, he took his sweet time, feeling her walls pulse around him. This was new to him. He'd never fucked a woman like this before without a condom, and he certainly didn't take them to bed.

The women he fucked knew the score. Long ago, he'd learned his lesson, and taking a woman to bed always seemed to make them think they had a right to his life, or believed he was going to fall in love with them. 

Gabriella was different. She would be his wife.

He wanted to see her take his cock.

Pulling away, he stared down at where they were joined. The length of his cock inside her.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, he pulled out and saw she was nicely stretched and wet. In and out, he fucked her. Damn, she was better than he imagined. The picture he'd seen, even fully dressed, didn't show off the perfection of her curves. Not one bit. Big mounds with nice pink nipples, begging for his lips. He loved her hips and they were the perfect size for him to hold on to.

"You have no idea how sexy your cunt looks taking my cock." Pulling out of her, he moved her to her knees. She let out a few grunts as he clearly took her by surprise.

Spreading the curvy cheeks of her ass, her anus caught his attention, as did her soaking hole that had his dick seconds before.

He slicked his fingers in her cream and drew them back to her puckered hole, stroking over her. "If your husband never took care of your pussy, he never let this ass have the pounding it deserved."

Putting his cock to her pussy, he slid inside her, watching her give as he pushed in deep. She was so responsive. Did she even realize she pushed back against him? That was how much she wanted this. Grabbing both of her hips, he pounded inside her, letting her feel how big he was and what he could do for her.

She cried out.

He ran the tips of his fingers up her back and stretched around to touch her tits, fingering each nipple, using them as leverage to pound within her.

Finally, he couldn't wait anymore and he let go of her tits, going back to her ass. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked her soaking wet clit, slicking up his fingers. Drawing them back to her anus, he teased across that puckered hole, feeling her tense up.

Still, he continued to fuck her as he worked her ass. As he pressed against that tight hole, she cried out, but he pushed on through, shoving his finger inside her.

"You're going to have to get used to this," he said. "I intend to fuck you hard and fast right here in this tight asshole. Would you like that?"

She didn't answer his question. The noises coming out of her were filled with pleasure and clearly confusion.

Pushing his thumb in and out of her anus, he stayed perfectly still within her. She glanced back at him, but he waited, wondering what she'd do.

He pressed a finger to her ass and stroked, stretching her out. She gasped.

"One day, you will take my cock, Gabriella. You'll beg me for it." He read the look on her face, but he knew there was something untapped inside this woman. She hadn't been used right, but he intended to make up for that.

Gabriella was only going to know pleasure. She had given up one husband for another, but that was fine, he would make sure he wiped all memories of Sam from her mind.

With his finger and thumb inside her, he stretched her anus, working her as he started to rock back and forth inside her.

He wanted to fill her up with his cum, to see it come dribbling out of her. Fuck, what was wrong with him? No woman ever made him lose his mind. Even now, if he came inside her, he could get her pregnant. For a long time, he hadn't even wanted kids.

Having Gabriella in his bed, he did not want anything between them but to feel her naked pussy on his length. She didn't disappoint either.

Vincent pulled his fingers from her tight asshole, grabbed her hips, and fucked her hard. She cried out and he groaned. Gripping her even tighter as he came, slamming to the clit, and pulsing each wave deep within her pussy.

Reality sank in and as it did, he eased out of her pussy. He held her in place, stopping her from moving.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He watched his white cum appear between her lips and fuck if it didn't make his cock twitch again. He moved Gabriella onto her back and placed a pillow beneath her hips. 

"What are you doing?" she asked again.

Again, he didn't speak. He wasn't used to giving any reasons or excuses to women in his bed, or explaining himself, and he wasn't about to start now.

Stepping away from her, he went into the bathroom, washing his hands. Ignoring his reflection and his reasons why, he returned to the bed to find her perched up on her elbows. Her heavy tits calling for his lips, but he did no more than climb into bed.

He turned off the light and could pretty much hear her thinking.

Smiling to himself, he wondered if she would speak up or stay silent. He waited, expecting her to speak.

Reaching out, he felt her startle at his touch.

He ran his finger between her slit, pressing his cum back inside her. Gabriella had no idea what had happened to her, but in the morning, he would offer her clarity. Also, if she decided to get angry, he was more than happy to fuck her back into submission.

Vincent stopped touching her pussy and waited.

Time moved.

She finally fell asleep and as she did, he moved up close, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling up close.

If only his enemies could see him now. A crime lord snuggling up to a woman who at that very moment still belonged to another man.