Imagine # 686
781 - Words
Picture taken off my TV... Literally.
Year posted - 2020
Warnings - Smut.
Notes - None.
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“Gentlemen its been lovely meeting you all.” (Y/n) smiled at the twins as she escorted them to the front door. “And we look forward to working with you.” She added as she opened the door for them. The brother with a large cigar between his lips grunted at her as he exited the house, while the second brother smiled at her warmly. “Thank you, Mrs. Capone, you’ll be hearing from us soon.” He assured before following his brother out, missing the grin tugging at (Y/n)’s lips as she closed the door, locking it before she left to meet her husband in the dining room. “Maria draw the curtains, then you and everyone else can leave for the night.” Al instructed the maid before sipping his bourbon. “Yes sir.” She bowed her head momentarily before doing as she was told. “Thank you, Maria.” (Y/n) smiled at the elderly maid, approaching her awaiting husband when Maria left. “I think that went well.” (Y/n) mused while she allowed Al to grasp her hips and moved her to stand in front of him. But he only grunted puffing from his cigar, before reaching up to push (Y/n)’s suit jacket off her shoulders. “What are you up to dear husband?” She grinned down at him, raking her fingers through his hair softly. “I want desert, some peach pie.” He hummed casually, as he worked on the buttons of her high waisted trousers, having pulled her suspenders down while she was speaking. “Is that so?” (Y/n) giggled softly, helping him to slip her shoes off before he tugged her pants down. “Yes, are you going to deny me?” He asked peering up into her eyes. “What kinda wife would I be to deny my hungry husband?” She asked as she hopped up to sit on the edge of the table. “Good girl, now lay back my peach.” He smiled before placing his cigar back between his lips, slipping her panties down her legs once his hands were free. Gently Al pulled her legs apart, grasping her legs from behind her knees, he braced her feet upon his thighs. Greedily staring at her most intimate area, before blowing a puff of smoke at her cunt. “You gonna just stare at your food or what?” (Y/n) quipped with a grin, giggling when Al tossed his cigar carelessly onto the tile floor, before burring his face between her thighs. As his tongue explored her Al slowly tossed her legs up and over his shoulders, allowing himself more room to indulge himself. “Ah yes right there love!” (Y/n) moaned while taking ahold of the back of her husband’s head, pulling him in even further. “Oh Al.” She sighed softly, her back arching from the table, and her eyes closing. Moaning a little louder when he proceeded to moan against her clit, sending vibrations through her bundle of nerves. Al grasped her hips tightly, pulling her body as close as he possibly could. His nose rubbing into her clit as he devoured her feverishly, growling every so often, pushing her closer to her end. “I’m close.” She warned with a moan, subconsciously locking her thighs around his head, assuring that he could not pull away until she was finished. This only spired Al on as he picked up his pace, slipping two of his digits into her awaiting cunt. “Al!” (Y/n) cried out blissfully, her thighs shaking as she came undone.
(Y/n) was huffing and puffing with a lopsided grin on her face when Al removed himself from between her legs. “Best peach pie I’ve ever had.” He hummed while licking her excess juices from his plump lips, sitting back in his chair to watch her smiling a little when she giggled. “The best you’ll ever have.” She emphases with a wink, licking her lips while watching him finish off his bourbon. “It’s why I’m never lettin you go.” Al mused as he rose from his seat, unbuckling his belt as he pushed himself to stand between her legs. “Good.” (Y/n) Grinned assisting him with pushing his pants down, leaving them just passed his ass. Squeezing the soft flesh before she snaked her hands under his shirt, and up his back. “I love you.” He murmured sweetly against her neck, as he marked and kissed her flesh as he pleased. “I love you too.” (Y/n) cooed into his ear, a moan ripping through her throat when he thrust up into her needy cunt. “Lay back.” Al commanded locking her arms above her head with one hand when she obeyed him. “Brace yourself peach.” He whispered seductively before pounding into her roughly, smirking when her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.