Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

2We're watching the movie Deadpool, one of our favorites, on the big screen. Angela is pressed up against my front and between my legs as we half-lay on the sofa. She's wearing a white loose tank top and skimpy shorts since it's summer. And I love that I have easy access to her body like this. It's only been hours since I was last inside her, but it damn feels like weeks.     

I've been stroking her toned arm for the past few minutes, my fingertips enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. She glances up at me with a mischievous smirk and shifts so she's partly facing me now. Then she leans in and claims my lips in a lazy kiss while I skim down her tiny waist and under her top. A moan slips from her when I grab a handful of her breast and squeeze it.     

I pull her flush to me, my hand sliding underneath the waistband of her cotton shorts. She instantly opens her legs for me and my fingers graze on the dampness of her panties. Just as I'm about to lay her back on the sofa, we hear a small paddle of feet from upstairs, and then Isla calls us.     

"Mommy? Daddy?"     

Angela softly giggles, biting my bottom lip as I huff out a frustrated growl. Then she looks up in the direction of the stairs. "Yes, honey?"     

"Mommy, I can't sleep… Can I watch TV with you?"     

Usually, we let Isla go back to bed on her own so she wouldn't be so dependent. But there are times when we give in too, both of us wanting to be needed by our children. Angela places a chaste kiss on my lips that's too quick for my liking before she climbs up the stairs. When she returns, our daughter is attached to her like a koala.     

I saw pictures of Angela when she was little and there's no mistaking that my girls look so much alike except for their eyes. My chest warms at the sight of them as they walk over to me, my daughter giggling as her mother tickles her underarm.     

As soon as Angela sits on the sofa, Isla wiggles down and skips away. Our little girl bounces about the coffee table and dances and giggles in front of the fireplace.     

Angela sniffs beside me, and my head snaps towards her, seeing her misty eyes. My heart races in my chest as I worry about her. "What's wrong, babe?"     

She leans into me when I wrap my arms around her and she softly chuckles, quickly wiping the corners of her eyes with her shirt. "Nothing… It's just…"     

"Hm?" I rub her arm and patiently wait.     

"Remember that one night years ago when we were sitting here and there was a fire to keep us warm. That night you read me my book for the first time, Chasing Summer?"     

"Of course. That's the first night you ever stayed here with me."     

She smiles. "I think I might be a clairvoyant."     

I cock my brow, unsure what she's on about and then she explains, "That night, I saw a little girl dancing in front of the fire. She looked a lot like me, so I figured my brain was projecting an image of a child me then. Now it may have been our daughter." She tells me more about the things she imagined back when the house was still empty and we weren't together yet. In the end, she asks, "Is that creepy?"     

My eyes shift to where Isla is currently dancing around. "No. I think it's so cool."     

Angela sighs as she lays her head on my shoulder, and we watch our daughter entertain us for a while. A few minutes later, my wife picks up Isla, and tells her, "It's time for bed now, Daddy and I are sleepy."     

Isla doesn't protest. She turns to me and puckers her lips. "Good night, Daddy."     

"Good night, Isa." I kiss my daughter and stroke her dark hair. My wife winks at me before they ascend the stairs.     

"Good job, Angel," I mutter to myself as I turn off the lights and make sure the security is engaged. And then I go to check on our son.     

River is fast asleep in his crib that we put in Angela's walk-in closet. We figured he was better there, for the time being, so we moved her stuff to mine. It's a perfect space for him that's not too far from us. He's swaddled like a little burrito. My son smells so good, and I'm fucking tempted to pinch his cheeks and kiss him all over. I'll have to wait until morning to do that. For now, I settle for a light peck on his forehead and he huffs a little breath.      

Angela enters the bedroom and she gives me this heated look that I know full well what it means. She wants to fuck. And I would love to do that and more.     

The corner of my lips curled up in a lopsided smirk that matches her sly one, but I turn around and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth as if I'm not in a hurry to sink them into her skin.      

She does the same without taking her eyes off me through the mirror. I find her sexy whenever she stares at me like that. My wife looks utterly confident as she undresses me with her smoldering gaze. I think that's fucking hot.     

I then lean my hip against the counter and watch as she takes her time brushing and flossing with a grin on my face. She laughs and then smacks my bicep. "Stop."     

"What? I can't watch my wife run threads between her teeth?"     

That makes her laugh even more. "How sexy."     

"Mhm."     

She finishes and turns around, now I'm the one trailing behind her, watching as her perfect, round ass sways.     

"I'm starting a new book tomorrow," she says as she stops near the bed and faces me.     

I hold her by the waist and lay butterfly kisses down her neck. "Oh yeah? Are you going to tell me what it is about?"     

"Maybe."     

"Oh, so it's like that huh?"     

"I'll tell you if you give me inspiring materials tonight…"     

I nibble on the spot that connects her jaw and her ear, and a gasp catches in her throat. "Is that so?"     

"Yes. You make it good and I'll give you plenty of details. One act per orgasm."     

A dark chuckle comes out of me and I bite her ear, causing her knees to buckle as a shiver runs down her spine. "It seems like you've forgotten how easily I can make you come with just my tongue."     

"Oh, I'm counting on it." She steps back just enough that I can see her through hooded eyes, and she pulls off her top and then drops her shorts to the floor. "Are you ready for a story, Gael?" she asks, a sexy smile lacing her lips that gets my cock rock hard.     

"Ready? Angel, I was born for it." I grab her by the neck and bring my lips down to hers, tasting her sweetness and aching for her softness. I just can't seem to get enough of my wife.     

Back then, I promised to give her the best damn story she'd ever want to write and we have our whole lives to fulfill that.     

Now and then, we tell each other stories. And tonight, it's her turn. She wants to have fun while doing it and I'm not one to turn down my wife's wishes.     

No matter how long we've been together and how much time has passed…     

One thing is certain… She'll always be mine.     

My Naughty Angel.     

The End.