Page 70 of A Debt to Pay

“I’ve been ready. And when you and Andrea get married, I’ll pay to have someone do all this for you while I keep you company.”

“I could only hope! Now come, let’s get you married!”

Chapter 64

Alessandro

21 Weeks Pregnant

Nerves hit me as I’m putting on my tux. The payment for her family’s debt has turned into the most valuable collection I’ve made. My Luci, mio premio. After tonight, she will legally be mine, her and my baby.

“Alessandro Salvatore Leone, Father Angelo has been here for an hour and has married no one. What has taken you this long? Even Luciana is ready and I’m convinced that Eleanora girl would take years getting her ready if she had the chance.” Geno comes barreling down the hallway into my room, tracking me down so I can finally marry Luci.

Adjusting the cufflinks, I walk into the hallway, Geno in tow, when I realize my best man is missing. “Where’s Marco?”

“He’s arguing with that Eleanora girl. Something about castrating him.” Sounds familiar. “He will be there and I will make sure of it. Now let’s go.” Similarly to how he hangs up, he bolts away without saying goodbye. The man always needs the last word.

I hear the muffled words of El and Marco’s argument as I walk in the direction of the garden before a slap and her heels stalking away. I turn the corner and see Marco rubbing his cheek before turning and making eye contact with me. He shakes his head, aware of the question I’m about to ask.

“Don’t even fucking ask. Now come on, Geno’s ready to flip out if no one is married soon and God forbid it’s anyone else except you and Luci.” Marco rushes away from me, as I contemplate what he meant. I shove that thought aside before walking to the garden. Today isn’t about his ongoing issues with El, it’s about Luci and I.

The garden is exactly how Luci envisioned it. The cool-toned flowers are an elevated version of what’s normally there with lights highlighting where Luci will stand and officially become my wife.

Father Angelo comes to stand by me, grabbing my shoulder and asks if I’m ready. I’ve never been more ready for something in my life.

Standing by Father Angelo, we wait for everyone to come in. Marco, Andrea, and El come in as a trio. El is sandwiched in between the two men, linked to Andrea’s arm. They move to the side, sitting on a bench, and it becomes real. Any second Luci will come down the aisle, escorted by Geno to connect our lives forever.

Music mixed with the sound of gentle footsteps come from around the corner seconds before I see her. Geno comes out first, offering his arm for her to link into his. Life goes in slow motion as she makes her way down the aisle.In tradition, herface is covered with a sheer veil, the blue in her hazel eyes displaying what I can’t see in her face. My eyes roam down her body, memorizing every inch of her in this moment. In the mess of the last few days, I’ve missed how her body has truly changed, despite my hands caressing her body inside and out. Her plump breasts catch my attention first. How they spill out of the top of her dress. I long to run off with her and spread her out on the nearest flat surface. My cock twitches in my pants when I imagine how her tits would bounce when I pound into her. I continue scanning down her body, pausing when I see the shadow of her bump under the shimmery fabric of her dress.

Geno approaches and offers me her hand, which I’d be a fool not to take. I focus on keeping my hands from shaking when I reach for her veil, wondering how I spent this long without Luci.

My heart stops when Luci’s eyes lock onto mine as I lift her veil up and away from her face. She’s immaculate on any day, but I’ll remember how her eyes shine and her lips turn up into a smile for the rest of my life.

Leaning in, I whisper in her ear and she shivers at my words. “The second I get you alone, I’m laying you out on the nearest flat surface and eating your pussy like I’ll be executed tomorrow.” Father Angelo clears his throat when Luci turns bright red at my words.

Several minutes later, Luci and I exchange rings before I grab her, smashing my lips to hers as Father Angelo announces us, finally, as man and wife. He barely has time to finish his announcement before I grab her hand, living up to the words I whispered in her ear earlier.

Come to find out the nearest private room is our mud room, which luckily, has our washer and drier in here. My hands find the underneath of her dress as I cup her perfectly thick ass, hiking her up on the washer.

“You look so fucking perfect tonight, Luciana Leone.” She lets out a low moan as I bring my hand around her hip, swiping through her folds, and stopping at her clit. “I cannot believe how fucking hard I am at the thought of fucking my wife. You’ve kept me waiting long enough. Don’t deny me any longer.” I don’t give her any time to respond when I disappear under her dress and latch my mouth onto her clit. I circle my tongue around her bringing out a long moan from her as she grinds her hips into me.

“Oh my Go—wow.” She stiffens slightly, obviously in reaction to her almost slip.

I dip two fingers into her as she gasps at her statement. “It’s okay, Luci, call me your god. Actually, I lied, do it more often, Wife.”

My words tip her over the edge and she comes over my fingers. Her sweet essence makes me drip precum in my pants and I know if I’m not inside her soon, I’ll risk coming in my pants like a teenage boy.

I’m still licking up the rest of her release when my hands unbutton my pants, ready to sink balls deep into my wife. I can’t wait to fill her with my cum until it drips down her thighs, leaving a reminder that she’s mine when we’re celebrating with our family, friends, and Father Angelo.

There’s barely any time in between when I come up and when I finally claim her, not as my fiancé, but as my wife. Her eyes roll back as her jaw clenches when I fill her, yet again molding her pussy to the shape of my cock.

I thrust into her like this would be the last time. After these last few months without her, I guarantee that I’ll make every day and every time I fuck her matter.

Someone pounds on the door, twisting the knob as they try to come in, validating the split decision to lock it on my way in here.

“Dude, I know you two are fucking, but Geno’s pissed. Father Angelo is still here. You could have waited an hour to fuck, you know.” Strangling Marco suddenly tops my list of to-dos before El’s voice appears.

“You stop interrupting them! You’re so fucking grumpy all the time. Just because you can’t get laid doesn’t mean you have to disrupt Alessandro and Luci. Get a fucking life. Luci, babe, you do your thing with your husband and ignore Mr. ‘I have no life so I have to ruin everyone else’s.’”