Capturing Happiness Page 2

  Chase Maximillian Alexander~

  Quinn was most likely right. We had to be the worst aunt and uncle on the planet, but I couldn’t help it. Twenty years or a hundred, my need to be inside Quinn hadn’t diminished in the least. She was still as violent and lethal as ever and it still made my dick rock hard.

  As soon as she gave me the green light, I rushed back to her after making sure the door was lock and was already on my knees in front of her.

  I was fighting my way under the damn gown she had on when she tried to reason with me. “Chase, we don’t have time for…oh, God…”

  I had her panties hooked to the side and without any hesitation whatsoever I swiped my tongue through her sweet, slick folds. Since the moment I first got a taste of Quinn, whenever someone would ask me what my favorite hobby was, I was always on the verge of telling them that my favorite pastime was eating my wife’s pussy.

  Because, God, it was true.

  I loved the taste of Quinn. I could eat my wife’s sweet cunt every day for hours if she’d let me. Contrary to popular opinion, it is possible to still be madly in love and wildly attracted to your spouse many years into your marriage. While Quinn healed completely from that car wreck she had when we first met, I never forgot what it had felt like to almost lose her. I never took her for granted and I never will for as long as I live.

  There’s no one like Quinn.

  “Chase, please…”

  I lowered her panties until they were trapped around her knees, stood up, and without any grace, bent her over the vanity. I bunched her dress up over her waist and almost went to my knees again when I got a look at her wet pussy.

  I managed to control myself and kicked her feet apart until she was open for me. I tore my tux pants open so violently I’m surprised I didn’t rip something. I took my dick in my hand and rubbed it up and down her slit making sure she was ready for me. I knew her body better than she did and I didn’t hesitate to slam into her once I knew she was ready.

  “Chase!”

  After all these years, my ego still patted itself on the back every time she screamed out for me. I loved that she still whimpered and struggled to take my cock. “Fuck, babe.” I started thrusting into her harder than she probably would prefer, given she wasn’t trying to mess up her hair and makeup, but I wasn’t going to ease up at all. “I can’t believe you were going to try and make me go all day without your hot, tight pussy.”

  I mean, seriously? What bullshit was that?

  She moaned, “Just make me cum already, Chase, please.”

  Normally I’d torture her for hours-at the very least 30 minutes-but I knew we were pressed for time, so I grabbed onto her hips and I jackhammered into her like my life depended on making her cum on my cock. After a few minutes I could feel her body start to clench around me and I knew she was getting ready to explode all over me. “That’s it, baby, cum all over my fucking cock.”

  “Chase…oh, God, Chase.” Quinn’s body started shuttering and gripping my cock like a vise and it wasn’t five seconds later that I was jetting every drop of cum I had in her pussy.

  “Jesus Christ, babe,” I breathed out.

  “Chase we need-”

  “Chase? Quinn?” came my mother’s voice after she started knocking on the door.

  Oh fuck!

  Chapter 5

  Isabella Nichole Delucci-Moretti~

  “Julian the kids could come knocking on the door any minute. Can’t you keep it in your pants for a few hours?” I was looking for my shoes. It had taken me forever to smuggle my body into this dress, I did not need Julian to ruin it.

  He scoffed. “Dante is probably with Christian somewhere plotting their first felony, Julia is off somewhere pretending she isn’t looking for C.J. and Dominic is most likely holding Teresa hostage somewhere until she promises to love him forever.”

  I rolled my eyes because everything he said was probably the sad truth. Our twins, Dominic and Dante, were the spitting image of Julian and were…uh, determined like him too. Julia spent so much time with Quinn, she was turning into a force that Kane’s son, Chase, continued to go up against.

  “Even so, Julian, it took me forever to get into this getup, if you-”

  Julian dragged me over to his chair, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to my stomach. “Come on, Dove. You can’t expect me to go without being inside you until tonight.”

  I grabbed a hold of his black locks and yanked his head back to look at me. “Yes, yes I can.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “Do you remember how much I suffered when I couldn’t touch you after you had the kids?”

  “Julian Vincent Moretti! That was over 14 years ago, and if I recall correctly, I sucked your dick night and day until the doctor gave me the all clear. So save your sob story for someone who wasn’t there to call you a liar.” Julian’s obsession with me never waned one bit over the years. Even after we had the kids, I always came first to him. It was a miracle every day that a man was capable of Julian’s kind of love. Twenty years later, I still wasn’t used to it.

  He kept his narrowed eyes on me. “While I appreciate every blow job you’ve ever given me, it still isn’t an acceptable substitution to being balls deep inside your cunt, Dove.”

  I could feel myself getting wet. Everything Julian did got me wet. He was so intense and so honest in his need for me that he always made me feel like I was the only woman walking the planet. It also helped that he was just as hot and formidable as he was the night I met him.

  And, Christ on The Cross, the man could fuck.

  “What about Teresa? If I go out there looking like a complete wreck she is going to murder us. Not to mention, Trystan and Sabrina. I mean, who thinks to find a way to have sex at their little brother/nephew’s wedding?”

  “I can name four people right now,” Julian countered. “I’m willing to bet you a million dollars that Nick, Chase, Kane and even Trystan are on their knees begging for some pussy before the ceremony starts and we’re stuck acting respectable for the next few hours.”

  “I don’t have a million dollars, and even if I did, I’ll give you Chase, Nick and Kane…but Trystan? No way. That sweet boy is getting ready for his wedding right now,” I insisted.

  Julian shook his head. “No, you’re right. You don’t have a million dollars, you have billions and I don’t know where you women get this whole ‘sweet Trystan’ thing from. That boy is ruthless. Besides, he should know better than to give us private dressing rooms.”

  I let go of his hair and took a step back. “Even if he is ruthless, he got it from you guys.”

  “You know what else he got from us? The understanding of how important it is to cherish your woman. So quit fighting me and let me cherish the hell out of that sweet pussy of yours, Dove.”

  “Julian…”

  He stood up, leaned into my ear and whispered, “Come on, Dove, you know you want me to fuck your pussy so deep I bottom out. You know you want that delicious discomfort, baby. You know you want to walk down that aisle sore and dripping.”

  He’s right…I did.

  Chapter 6

  Julian Vincent Moretti~

  I knew the second she conceded. She lifted her beautiful amber eyes at me and they were swarming with wicked need. “Promise not to mess up the dress?”

  I ran my hand down her neck until I was holding as much of her tit as I could. Isabella still had a body that stopped traffic. She still had huge tits and wide hips, and twenty years later, I still walked around with a perpetual hard-on all day. If it wouldn’t traumatize our kids, I’d spend all day with my dick in any of her three orifices.

  “I’ll try, baby.” It was as much as I could promise.

  She shimmied her dress up over her hips and looking down at her stocking clad legs, garter belt and white, lace panties had me foaming at the mouth. Isabella was stunning; there wasn’t any way anyone could dispute that. But whatever made her the one for me had me seeing no one but her; had me des
iring no one but her. She still calmed me. She still soothed me. She still fucking owned me.

  I held her tit in one hand and brought the other one down, sliding it inside the white lace. I cupped her pussy and found her already soaking wet. I knew it was the promise of making her sore that did it. Isabella loved how brutal I could take her. She let out a quiet moan and I immediately started to finger fuck her. “Jesus, Isabella, nothing feels better than your pussy wrapped around any of my body parts.”

  She braced her hands on my biceps. “Mmmm…”

  “Isabella, baby, I need you on your hands and knees if there’s going to be a chance of saving your dress.” She gave me a sly smile as she lifted her dress and never averting her eyes from mine, slowly lowered herself to the floor. Fuck, Isabella on her knees in front of me always makes me insane.

  She twisted over until she was on all fours and looked back at me over her shoulder waiting for me to mount her like the tiger in heat I was.

  I took out my dick as I lowered on my knees behind her. I flipped as much of the material of her dress as I could over onto her back and out of the way as much as possible. Greeting me was a vision of her wide hips and round ass covered in barely there panties. I wanted to rip them off with my teeth, but I knew she’d kill me if she had to participate in Trystan’s wedding without any panties on.

  Instead, I lowered them until they were pooled around her bent knees and my fingers went back to spearing her wet hole as I got my cock out with my other hand.

  I didn’t ask her if she was ready because my fingers were soaked enough to let me know that she was. Besides, Isabella loved it when I ripped her open. She always took whatever I gave her and she always begged for more.

  I place a hand on each of her ass cheeks and spreading her wide, I rammed my cock into her tight, gripping heat. Isabella’s body was my sanctuary. I worshipped every inch of her and needed her for my soul to exist.

  I started pounding into her so hard she started mewling and whimpering. Her knees were probably going to have rug burns, but I wasn’t going to stop unless she asked me to. “Take my cock, baby. Take every fucking inch of it,” I demanded.

  “Julian, harder, please,” she begged.

  I rammed into her so hard I could feel my cock bottoming out in her cervix. The more I hit the end of her paradise, the more she begged to cum. It didn’t take long for her pussy to start pulsing around my cock and within minutes we were both cumming all over each other.

  I didn’t pull out until my cock started deflating. “Let me get a towel and clean you up, Dove.”

  The knocking on the door startled us both. “Mom, Dad, open up,” came Julia’s voice.

  Goddamn it! Isabella was going to kill me.

  Chapter 7

  Kamala Denise Edwards-Alexander~

  “Kane, if you grab my ass one more time…” I threatened.

  “What the hell, Kam? How do you expect me not to touch your ass when it looks so goddamn fuckable in that dress?”

  “How? Easily. Reach deep down and find your sense of mature responsibility and keep your hands to yourself. Trystan is about to get married. We need to get ready,” I pointed out.

  I couldn’t believe my little brother was getting married in a couple of hours. I spent so many of his younger years worried that I was going to fail him or jack him up to the point of having to write him letter in prison, and now here we were…getting ready to witness him marry the love of his life.

  Despite all my fears and insecurities, Trystan grew up to be successful and happy. I could never have done it without Kane and his family…well, I guess our family, and I will always be forever grateful that we have them in our lives.

  I could hear Kane groan, “We have plenty of time for me to get in that ass before we need to get out there for the ceremony.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose and counted to ten. “Please tell me you did not just suggest we have anal sex right before my brother’s wedding while our children are near?”

  “First of all,” Kane started, “you know just as well as I do that Chase is somewhere pretending to not be distracted with Julia and Teresa is, most likely, being held hostage somewhere by Dominic, who’s probably contemplating a double wedding right now. So the kids aren’t a problem,” he reasoned. “Secondly, if Trystan didn’t want all the women in his family getting fucked on his wedding day, he shouldn’t have gotten us each private dressing rooms.”

  “Sweet Jesus, Holy Mary Mother of God, that’s your rationale?” You’d think that twenty years later, Kane wouldn’t be able to surprise me anymore….but he could and does quite often.

  He quirked a brow at me. “Do you honestly believe that Nick, Julian and Chase are all being patient, dutiful husbands in their dressing rooms? Have you been high our entire marriage?”

  I kept batting his hands away from my ass as he gave his ridiculous account of why I should just bend over for him. “I can bet you none of the girls are taking it up the ass right before Trystan’s wedding!”

  He shrugged. “That was a figure of speech. I just want to get inside that sweet pussy of yours. But if that juicy ass of yours is an optio-”

  “Kane Dominic Alexander!” Talk about being the worst sister in the world.

  Scratch that…the UNIVERSE!

  He jumped up from the chair and wrapped his arms around my waist as he came up behind me. “Kam, baby,” I could feel his hardened cock brushing up against the small of my back, “you can’t tell me you don’t want my cock fucking your hot, little cunt.”

  I closed my eyes and couldn’t contain the little moan that escaped me, “Kane…”

  His hands moved up to cup both my breasts over my dress. He squeezed a handful. “If you don’t bend over for me now, baby, it’ll be hours before I can get my hands on your body again.” He nipped at the shell of my ear. “Let me make you cum, baby.”

  What could I say? Twenty years later, I was still such a fool for this man. There wasn’t a day that had gone by where Kane hadn’t made me feel safe, loved and appreciated. He was still hot as hell and he still fucked me like he hadn’t been fucking me every day for the last twenty years.

  “If the kids-”

  I could feel his victory smile on the side of my neck. “The kids won’t know a thing, baby.”

  “Then do what you’d like, Mr. Alexander,” I purred.

  Chapter 8

  Kane Dominic Alexander~

  I knew I should probably have had some shame about fucking Kam while she’s trying to get ready for her little brother’s wedding…but I didn’t. I couldn’t help myself. Twenty years later, I was attracted to my wife just as much as I was on the day I first saw her.

  And her ass-Sweet Baby Jesus-her ass was still my greatest weakness.

  “How do you want my cock, baby?”

  “I want it where you won’t mess up my hair, makeup or this expensive ass dress,” she retorted.

  “Then do it how I like it, Kam. Bend over for me, baby, and show me that sweet ass so I can ram my cock into that nice, tight pussy of yours.”

  Kam loved it when I talked dirty. The filthier, the better and the wetter she got. I was already going down on my knees behind her and she got on all fours for me. I knew her mind was still riddle with caution because she hurriedly pulled her panties down herself, depriving me of the honor.

  I was just going to have to do my best to erase her mind of everything but me.

  I bend over her as low as I could and started placing kissing on the globes of her ass.

  Did I already mention how much I loved her ass?

  She let out a faint, breathy moan, “Kane…”

  As much as I wanted to continue kissing and licking her everywhere, I knew we didn’t have the time. I erected myself and undid my pants, pulling my cock out. I took the moisture on the tip of my dick as my cock weeping with joy that Kam relented and agreed to let me have her.

  I didn’t give her any warning. I took my cock in my hand and the second the tip to
uched the opening of her pussy, I slammed home. “Oh, God, Kane…” Kam cried.

  “God, I love how you scream my name, baby.” And I did. It was like a stamp of approval for my dick, and as juvenile as it seemed at my age, I still craved it. The love I have for Kam is one that I never knew could exist. Sure, it wasn’t on Julian’s level…but it was as close to obsessive worship as it could be. I’ve never regretted a day with her and Trystan in my life and when she gave me Teresa and Chase, my life exceeded from perfect to blissful.

  I held onto her hips as hard as I could and then started pounding my cock into her tight, little body. “Fuck, your pussy always feels like fucking heaven, Kam.”

  “Kane, please…more,” she begged, her head hanging down, her body propped up on her elbows.

  I pumped into her faster and faster and my only regret was I couldn’t finger her hot, puckered ass as I was fucking her. I didn’t have much self-control when it came to my wife, so I knew fingering her luscious ass would result in me saying to hell with the wedding and working my cock into that forbidden, little hole.

  “Kane, don’t stop. I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop…” her voice was tight with need.

  Pfft, like I would ever stop. I live for pleasing my wife, and Lord knows, she pleases the fuck out of me just by existing.

  “There’s no way I’m going to stop, baby. I’m not going to stop until my cock is covered in your delectable cream.” I kept shoving my cock into her pussy as far as it could go until I felt the walls of her pleasure constrict around my dick.

  “Oh, God, I’m cumming, Kane. I’m fucking cumming!”

  I emptied everything I had inside her even before she finished her exclamation. We were both pulsing around each other as I said, “Fuck, Kam, every single fucking time I-”

  “Dad! Mom! Hey, why’s the door locked?” Chase wiggled the door handle.

  Again, whose idea was it to have kids?