Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah (16 page)

MICHAEL

I was watching her through the mirror as we were both preparing for work when I noticed that her walk was a little off. I turned and smirked at my woman. I did that to her, my male pride was bursting. Then I turned back to look at myself. I couldn’t help it, but I smiled again.

“You’re welcome, baby,” I whispered to myself. Hell if I was going to say it to her. She was probably tender from my large, dominating cock that was so selfish and ravaged her walls last night. Good, then those fucks at her job will know that she has a man satisfying her at night. I thought of fucking her this morning, too, but even my dick was sore. I tried to control my natural jealousy towards any man who even got in her vicinity.

The outfits she wore to work that had been tormenting me in the office were now tormenting me for a different reason. She looked sexy as hell and it wasn’t for me. It was not like I got to enjoy her wardrobe choices. My thoughts must have been written all over my face because she gave me her fucking attitude.

“Michael, can you stop congratulating yourself for making me bowlegged? And quit with my outfits. They are not slutty in the least.” She rolled her eyes at me, and I wanted to bend her over and spank her fat bottom. I walked up to her as I was pulling my tie tight.

“Yes, they are. Look here, you see this?” I ran my finger from the top of her cleavage to the top of her low cut v-neck blouse. “My breasts are on display for other men and I don’t like it.”

“I am wearing my jacket over it, and the one person I see all day isn’t interested in my breasts.”

“I said my breasts, woman. No, but what happens when there is a meeting full of men. Are you not going to get hot or uncomfortable and decide to open up that jacket?”

“Michael, you are being ridiculous. You have just spent the night in me and you act as though I want someone else. I am not covering up. My outfit is a standard suit, one I purchased at Nordstrom’s when I came to work for you, so enough. I don’t have time. I have to go. There is an early morning meeting.”

“Fine, but if a motherfucker hits on you, your ass better tell me. Get me?”

“Yes, Michael.” She kissed me passionately and scurried off before I could drag her back to bed. She was lucky, too, because that was what I wanted to do. Since she started working at the company with David, one of David’s security team would pick her up or that was what I told her. It was one I had hired, but I didn’t want to hear her lip.

SARAH

The next three weeks happened to go smoothly and the wedding would be in one week. I was all butterflies. I could not wait to marry Michael. His parents would be arriving in a few days, so they would be staying in the building on the floor below. Michael had that space available because he didn’t want anyone near his floor. I had everything prepared for their visit, and now Stacy and I were hanging out at Stacy’s when there was a knock at the door. Stacy got up to get it. She thought maybe Ryan was back in town, but it was David, my Michael, and some other guy who I didn’t recognize at first. But he shared a great resemblance to David.

“Stace, we need to talk,” David said grimly. “The woman we called our mother… died.”

They all came in, Michael walked up to me and took me to the side as we were introduced to Daniel Hartfield, the Montgomery siblings’ half-brother. 

“What! I don’t understand. You are our brother?” I watched my friend go through a long list of emotions, and I felt for her.

“I had found some of my mother’s papers when she died, and there were some things with your names on them. I looked you up and the resemblance was there. I asked my father, and he told me that your mother left and he hadn’t known about you until after they had me. They split years ago because he saw her for who she was.”

Stacy hugged her little brother tight. Michael and I felt like we were in the way so we said our goodbyes and let the siblings get to know each other. I called Stacy later just to check up on her and she was doing well, but she asked me not to say anything to Ryan about her new brother. Something about not coming from a good background. What is with these people? First Michael, now Stacy, and I was sure that explained David’s inability to start and keep relationship.

SARAH

The day before the wedding, everything was going swimmingly and we girls were having a great time when Stacy got a call from Ryan and came back to the room near tears. She had just been saying that things were starting to cool between them. He was seemingly avoiding her this last past week.

“What happened? Tell me he didn’t break up with you on the phone.” I said as I hugged my best friend.

“No, he didn’t. He has to go out of town on an assignment, so he won’t be able to come to the wedding. I think this is his way of cutting me loose.”

“When I met him, he said he has been really busy and has been traveling a lot this last year, maybe he is just having to work after playing hooky with you this last month.”

“Well, I guess we don’t need the extra seat for Daniel now. He will come as my date for the night. How lame of me. I am bringing my brother because my boyfriend ditched me.” She tried to laugh off the hurt because tomorrow was my big day, but I could tell she was feeling destroyed by his sudden neglect. My poor Stacy was playing hostess to me when I was sure she just wanted to lie under her covers and cry. Per tradition, Michael and I had to spend the night apart, so we women stayed here. I didn’t like that one bit. I was missing him, but tomorrow I will be his, forever.

The next morning, Lucia and Aunt Madeline were fretting over everything as though they were my mothers. I couldn’t be happier, of course unless my parents were here with me. I hoped they could look down from heaven and be happy that I had chosen a wonderful man to spend the rest of my life with.

“You look so beautiful, bellisma. My son is a very lucky man, no?” Lucia and I met a few days ago, in person. She was a sweet, petite, older woman who has had a smile on her face since we met. She knew I truly loved Michael and said that was why she was so happy. Pietro was a tall handsome older man who had smiled a great deal at me and had hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Thank you for loving my son.” I really liked both his parents, they were sweet and had done a great job with Michael.

“I am the lucky one. Thank you, Lucia, for raising him to be such a good man.” I kissed my future mother-in-law’s cheek.

“Grazie, Sarah. Perhaps I will have some bambinos soon, no?”

“Perhaps soon, but not too soon.”

“Ah, it is never too soon. I have been waiting many years for him to find a wife.”

“Lucia, do not worry. I am sure we will be blessed with some little ones sooner than they plan.” Aunt Madeline said as she walked in with a set of blue sapphire earrings. When she presented them to me, I was thrilled because I knew they were given to her by my mother. “These were from your mother. She gave them to me when I married your uncle and now I am giving them to you. I love you, Sarah, and I love Michael, too. I wanted him in our family, and I was grateful when he was smart enough to pick one of my ‘lovely ladies.’”

“You called all the women you tried to set him up with that, he told me so.”

“Yes, well, he just happened to pick one of the best, didn’t he? What a smart man.” Aunt Maddie winked and hugged me. She whispered in my ear, “You look like a princess.”

My gown was sleeveless with a tight bodice that flared out like a bell at the waist and happened to be made by Vera Wang. I truly felt like a princess and couldn’t wait to get to my prince. I had been worried that something would go wrong before I walked down the aisle and became Mrs. Michael Vitale.

I knew it was time when my uncle came in to walk me to my future. “Sweetheart, the man is going to faint dead away when he sees you. You look perfect. Congratulations.”

The music played as the church doors opened. The bridesmaids walked up in their stylish green dresses. Because I wanted the girls to like their dresses, I let them pick out the style, but the color was up to me. Thankfully the girls loved them.

Up ahead stood the most amazing man I had ever known and I could barely control the urge to run up to him. He was staring at me like I was his whole world. I smiled despite the nervousness I was feeling, because I knew I was walking to my future.

MICHAEL

I thought she was gorgeous before, but as she walked to me to become my wife in the eyes of God and all our friends and family, she glowed radiantly, making her perfect. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like I would have a heart attack. I watched the love of my life walk to me, and I saw her brilliant smile just for me. I was grateful for a chance to win her.

When she smiled at me, I started to walk to her only to be pulled back by my best man. David the prick whispered, “Don’t worry, she will get here.” I heard a faint laugh from the wedding party, and I even received a chuckle from behind the hand of the priest. Let them laugh, I didn’t care. I was marrying my Sarah. I loved her so much.

Twenty-five minutes later I was asked to kiss my bride. “With pleasure.” I pulled her close and bent my head and whispered, “I love you, my wife,” then kissed her as gently and as pure as I could manage, but it was only when the coughing and the laughs occurred that I realized I had my hand on her ass and her hands were in my hair with our tongues down each other’s throats. When I looked at Sarah, she was blushing, but everyone could see that I too was blushing under my olive skin.

We walked back through the church, receiving hugs from all those who could get a hold of us. Once in the limo, we released the breath we had been holding at the same time. We both laughed.

“Is it that tough to be my wife already?” I asked with a chuckle.

“No, but that crowd was huge. How about you? You huffed out your breath as well. Have I started being a trial already?”

“Yes, you have. I had to stand there in front of all those people and a priest sporting a freaking hard on. So yes, being your husband has been a trial. I will have to spend the next few hours trying not to fuck you in the nearest empty room.” I was only half joking. The gown on her accentuated every curve and the slenderness of her waist. I had to stop the drool several times during the ceremony.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to have to fix that. I can’t have you thinking I am a trial and wanting to trade me in, so soon.” While she was speaking, she had been fiddling with my tuxedo, unzipping my slacks and pulling my shirt out of them.

“May I ask what you have in mind, my wife?” Knowing damn well what she had in mind. Fuck me, her first blow job as my wife. I was a lucky fuck.

“You may, but I am not telling you. You will just have to wait and see.” With that, she had my cock out of my boxers and in her hand. “Just don’t touch my hair.” I laughed at her deadly serious look she gave me before she swallowed a large portion of my engorged cock. I decided I would play with her ass since I could not touch her head. I spanked her ass as I lifted the bottom of the cumbersome gown. I had finally hit pay dirt with the garter and stockings. The feel of the stockings combined with her silky skin had me feeling the need to explode, so I continued to lightly spank her bottom. She purred when I spanked her one more time and cocked her ass up causing my release. She swallowed all my seed without letting a drop fall. I fixed my pants just before we pulled up to the reception hall for photos then our party.

We looked presentable by the time we exited and were greeted by the wedding party, who had beat us there. They had the driver intentionally take the longer route so they could welcome us with bubbles and flower petals. The pictures did not take long, but I was sure they would be beautiful. The reception started without a problem, soothing Sarah’s feeling of unease. I could feel it in her body, she seemed tense.

It was when the dinner was being served that a commotion was coming from outside. Jason and Brandi had come to start some trouble. They had been trying to get to the wedding, but had been fucking each other and high as hell, so they had missed the actual ceremony. What neither of them had known was that there was a full team out to stop them in particular. The scuffle had not made it past the outside doors and the police had arrived without fanfare so as not to alert any of the guests or my bride of the incident. The head of the security team walked up to me after dinner when Sarah was dancing with her uncle. He pulled me off to the side and told me that they were taken to jail. Jason had violated the restraining order so his bail had been revoked. I kept that shit from Sarah until we were on our honeymoon so I wouldn’t ruin her night. Although knowing he couldn’t get out of jail before the trial would make her happy.

MICHAEL

We had decided to go to Greece for our wedding trip, and it was an amazing week long trip. Sarah looked so wonderful in her tiny bikini’s and glowing smile. Every time we stepped out on the beach, I was tackling her down to the sand, filling her up with my seed. We had spent most of our time in our hotel suite doing what all newlyweds do on their honeymoon. We fucked like bunnies… newlywed bunnies. It was nothing new from our pre-marital sex life except we didn’t have to work. The weather had complied with our trip, so we were able to enjoy the sun and take a ride on a yacht for dinner one evening. It was the only evening we made it out of our bed on time.

It was during our last day that we decided to take a short two-day trip to Sicily. I got to show my wife where I had grown up and become a man, the man she loved. I happened to avoid most people in the village because I took her to the seaside, spending whatever time that we were not in bed to explore the historic waterfronts and buildings. I couldn’t wait to bring her back for a real visit, but we both had to get back to work. I was slacking terribly and had left others in charge, something I was not very comfortable with doing under normal circumstances.

SARAH

Oh my goodness, we came back from our honeymoon and I thought I could use another vacation. Between spending our days in the sun making love and traveling around, I was exhausted. Europe was so perfect. I wanted to stay and never leave, but we had to get back.

“Morning, Sarah.” David and I stepped into the elevator together.
“Hey, David. How’s it going?” I asked with all the energy I could muster.

“Good, but you look tired,” he said, tilting my chin.

“Who knew a vacation could wear you out?”

“Ha. I think it was Michael that did that.” Everyone on the elevator was all ears on our conversation.

“Yep, it was a wonderful honeymoon. So are you going to go play ball this weekend with him?”

“You know it.”

“Okay, boss. See you later.” I waved goodbye and stepped off the elevator into the floor lobby.

“Welcome back,” my boss said.

“Thanks. Although, I think I need another vacation.”

“I understand. So let’s go over what I need for the next week and you can take a half-day to get into the swing of things,” she offered.

“Oh no. I don’t need a half day. I just need some coffee.”

“Then by all means let’s get some.” I loved working for her. She was amazing.