Chapter 10. You Think I’m a Fool?

Ennio’s POV

My fingers trace Trisha’s lips loving each moment I put my fingers inside her mouth. With the wine swirling in my hand, I watch every little move she makes.

How delicately she holds my length in her hands. I can’t wait. The sexual frustration building up inside of me could knock the roof off. Once my length makes its way inside her mouth, every muscle inside of me comes to life.

Gulping the entire wine down my throat, I forcefully grab her hair, forcing her to take it all in. I buck my hips harder, getting satisfied by the gagging sounds she makes. With a sigh, I explode my release into her mouth, watching as she swallows it and wipes my length clean.

“On the bed,” I command, my vision blurry. I’m drunk, a dead bit drunk. So drunk that I can barely form a sentence in my mouth.

All this because of her. Pretty wifey decided to settle for the cook’s kid.

“