I buck my hips against his mouth. Getting as much friction I can get, he lightly sucks on my clit and I throw my head back moaning.
I know I won't last long, it's been over three years since he last touched me, Three years since ANY man touched me. Tension pools in the pit of my stomach, I clutch my fingers through his hair, firmly gripping the roots and push his head deeper inside me. He starts flicking his tongue, he slides two thick fingers inside me, and I arch my back in pleasure. He wildly starts to thrust his fingers, flicking his tongue faster, and mumbling in Italian. My walls start to clench around his fingers with pure greed, sucking the dear life out of them, he can sense how close I am, and swipes his tongue slowly across my sex, making me cum long and hard. I ride out my orgasm, continuing to grind against his face. When my body begins to shudder, I unhook my leg from his shoulder."Stand Alessandro."
He rises from his knees and sta
Nine months later... Alessandro's POV I am driving like a madman through traffic, nearly missing vehicles as I fly down the interstate. I am on my way to the hospital. Shit... I should have arrived an hour ago. Zoe is going to murder me, and I would rather she do it after the birth of our twin sons. I would like to at least give them the opportunity to meet me, even if I am a walking corpse. Yes, that's right guys, I Alessandro Russo, knocked Zoe Henningson the fuck up.. *** "Super sperm, I fucking swear to the Gods you have super sperm" She angrily came storming through the door of my office. [My darling?] "Cara Mia?" I looked at her with confusion. I rose from my desk and walked over to the door, which I then closed. She swung around and hurled something at me; it landed on my chest and bounced away. With an arched brow, I gazed at her. She's lost her damn mind, surely. I contemplated.
19-04-2024. Hi guys, I'm now taking the time to edit the book properly now that I have the right tools to do so. Here are a few Italian words Luca uses throughout story I have translated into English. I will continue to update the list as I go through the book. Thanks! Si = Yes.Salve = Hi.Cara mia = My beloved.Caro mia = My darling.Tesoro = Treasure.Merda= Shit/ Crap.Bastardo = Bastard.Sii mio = Be mine.Impulsivo = Impulsive.Cazzo= Fuck.Ti amo = I love you.Sto per finire voi = I am going to end you.Venire = Come.Basta = Stop.Daninazione = Damn it.Prestante = Good looking. Samoan words: Talofa/ Malo = Hello. Fa = Bye Maori/ Te reo: Kia ora = Hello. Kia kaha = Be strong. Kia toa = Be victorious/ brave.
Food For Thought: Have you ever walked through life thinking you're worth so much more and you deserve the ultimate best... But, you just can't seem to let go of the past and you allow your demons to haunt you no matter how much you tell yourself to grow a pair and live your best life... Or, when you meet someone who ignites the fire in your soul and you're too scared to let him in. Because, you feel you're not compatible together because you lead two entirely different lives. So, you allow yourself to be too afraid to explore the chemistry between you lacking the desire to let someone in to caress your damaged heart, body, soul and mind. Then when you do allow him into your body and heart. You find out that he wasn't the man you thought you knew or grew to love quicker than your next breath. Eventually, becoming well aware of why being together was like riding a roller coaster and you wished you had trusted your instincts in the first place and stayed well away from him. No,
[Shit!] “Merda! Are you okay?” A deep and heavenly accent greets me. “Ye…Yes. I think so.” I inhale deeply through my nostrils as his scent lingers in the night’s breeze. The musky, zest-infused wood cologne he wears intoxicates my body and my heart flutters with approval. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his words laced with concern. “Just a slight bump to my pride,” I reply, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. He stands with ease to his full height and offers me his hand. I accept it and I try my best not to notice how much it swallows mine or the zing that shoots down my body and explodes around my toes. When I get to my feet, I look up, meeting his eyes. There is only one way to describe him. The sexiest fucking Italian I've ever met. Take a picture, it would last longer… My inner goddess teases me. I slowly run my eyes down his body and I faintly hear him growl. If I were anyone else but me. I’d Carpe Diem and ride him like a possessed hooker on the hood
I arch my back as Luca continued to thrust deeply inside me with an intense desire to possess me completely.Muffling my gentle moans of delight with his mouth — relishing them as if they were the final sound he would ever experience.As I glide my fingers through his hair, I sense the traces of the morning's perspiration enveloping his dark locks. I arch my hips, granting him complete entry to thrust deeply inside me.Luca effortlessly captivates me with need. I am consumed by the desire to reach the peak of pleasure. Caressing his back, I hold him close by wrapping my legs around his waist. “Luca… Please…" I beg.He withdraws from me and turns me around. I gasp as he penetrates me from behind, thrusting vigorously, giving in to his primal desires. He playfully strikes my ass, the sound resonating throughout the room and bouncing off the walls.The slight sensation heightens my desire for release.He gently slides his finger inside my anus, causing me to curve my back like a perfect
Friday's finally here and it couldn't have come soon enough. I can see why Chrissy pushes me to get a life. I'm young and I feel like I live my life on repeat. I wake up, go to work, come home, and sleep. I'm surprised I haven’t fallen down the rabbits' hole into a state of depression. I think it's another reason why I’m so reluctant to agree to go on a date with Luca. I mean look at me, what do I have to offer a man like him? I'm a broken mess and I refuse to let an Italian- God try to fix me. Sometimes I wonder to myself if I'll ever be ready to let a man into my life wholeheartedly... Argh... Why do I do this to myself? Why do I feel like I'm not worthy? Or, undeserving of love or being loved. When will I stand up and scream “THIS IS ME and I'M BLOODY AWESOME?” If I can’t learn to accept myself with all my flaws, how can I depend on someone else to? I'm seriously going to end up
We step outside the house, and Lucas' hand is on the small of my back. He ushers me towards a big black SUV with tinted windows pulled up along the sidewalk. “A bit beastly, isn’t it?” I stop and stare in awe. “What can I say? I like my space and privacy.” The driver opens the door. He is middle-aged and very well-built. “Vanessa, this is Callum.” Luca introduces me to his driver. “Ms. Maddison, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Callum greets me, dipping his head with a slight smirk on his face. “Likewise, Callum.” I smile back at him. We get in the car, and it looks more spacious than what I would have imagined from the outside. “Privacy to do what?” I ask suspiciously. “Well, cara mio, I don’t tend to kiss and tell. But if you want to know, I have a few saucy stories I could share with you. They may even inspire you to let your hair down a bit.” My cheeks turn crimson red, and suddenly, I feel like a prude. “I’ll pass, thanks! Some stories are made to be kept a sec
As the next few days drift by. Luca has continued to woo me with flowers and cards that have endless sexual gestures written inside them. I've done nothing but think of those sexual gestures he's managed to imprint on my mind. So, I guess it’s safe to say… He was right! He has somehow managed to squirm himself into my life and take on the leading role in most of my dreams. Tonight, Chrissy has gone to great lengths to secure us reservations at the new Greek restaurant uptown. I'm excited to see both her and Conrad. I love knowing that she is being taken care of. But, I love having the house to myself more. As I enter the kitchen, I find myself drawn to the elegant display of various glass vases filled with a variety of flowers neatly arranged on the countertop. My mouth has been doing this weird thing where it slopes up into a cheesy grin. And every so often. I want to slap myself silly, knowing how foolish I look. I sent Luca a quick text to thank him. Vanessa: Love the