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wonder
if she would ever find a good man, period, let alone one who loved her so
completely.   But Sal was a good man who
loved her.   Despite all of his
infuriating absences, he loved her.   Of
that she had no doubt.   And she loved
him.
    She sat down
her fork, got up and went over to him.   She placed her hands on either side of his face.   He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and
the biggest heart.   “I love you, baby,”
she said, and kissed him on the lips.
    Sal closed
his eyes and drank up her long, sweet kiss.   And suddenly the sweet scent of her overtook him, and her big breasts
were in his face.   His hands began
rubbing the back of her thighs.   Then his
hands moved up beneath the shirt she wore and rubbed her bare ass.   And as he put his tongue into her mouth, and
she tongued him, and they kissed so passionately they were moaning, his hands
forced her legs open.   She straddled him,
but remained standing as they continued to kiss.   He slipped his hand between her legs, and
began massaging her there.
    “My Gem ,” he said as her pussy got wet on
his fingers.   “My sweet baby.”
    Gemma knew
what was coming next.   Sal pulled out his
penis through the opening of his pants and guided it to the tip of her
vagina.   And then he waited.   They kissed again, and waited, savoring the
moment.   And then Gemma eased her pussy
down his fully erected rod, pulsating from the thickness of his veins as they
electrified her, until he was so far inside of her that her ass cheeks were
sitting on his lap.   It was a lot to take
in all at once and for a moment she had to sit still and endure the pain of his
thickness.
    And then, as
she began to ride him, as she began to move up and down along that cock she
loved so much, and the feelings overtook her, she smiled that whimsical smile
Sal was waiting to see.
    He rubbed
her soft, natural hair, and stared at this gorgeous woman fucking him.   The idea that Reno would think that he didn’t
care about her, or that she didn’t mean everything to him, was a fucking joke
to Sal.   This woman was his life.   This woman was his world.   And every man alive had better believe
it.   Gemma was his!
    Sal grabbed
her by the hair, and kissed her so hard that she could feel it in her pussy,
and then he took over.   He placed his
other hand on the side of her hip, positioning her ass just above his lap, and
then began pushing his cock into her himself.   But only Sal pushed harder and faster.   It was as if Gemma had been the warm up act and he was the main
event.   He fucked her hard and kissed her
hard and held her hair until she could feel her roots stretch.   It was that rough way they liked.   And Sal was taking her there.   And the more he banged her, the more he
pounded her, the more elated she felt.   Until she couldn’t hold it off a second longer.    Her orgasm took hold.
    Sal felt
gratified when Gemma wrapped her arms around him and squeezed and pulsated and
endured the totality of what it meant to be fucked by him.   Because he knew what she was feeling.   The breasts beneath his shirt she wore were
smashed against his bare chest, and every inch of her body was under his
control.   He was doing something he
loved.   He was completely satisfying his
woman.   Who in this world, he thought, as
he fucked her harder and began to cum and release a deluge inside of her, could
ask for anything more?                    

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FOUR

 
    Every
salesman and clerk inside the dealership were staring at Gemma and Sal as Sal
sat her down in the most expensive automobile on their showroom floor.   A spanking brand new Aston-Martin DB9 with
baby blue exterior, pearl-white leather interior: the Volante Carbon
edition.   Gemma had never seen a car more
beautiful.   When Sal sat down on the
front seat beside her, she nodded her head.   “It’s amazing, Sal.”
    “You like