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🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Scott —We're in Rome (1)
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2025-07-29 10:22:48It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning.
When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick.What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at
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His Mafia Princess 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Scott —We're in Rome (1)
It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning.When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick.What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at
His Mafia Princess 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Stacy — I have a theory (3)
He was moving again before he realized what he was doing and I was egging him on, my arms wrapped around his neck as I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. No further encouragement was needed for the fucking I deserved. He poured all this energy into fucking me deep into the mattress until we were both satiated. Two orgasms and countless moans later, he was filling my pussy up with come. When he tried to roll off of me, I grabbed his ass and forced him back inside me. "I love you," I said, my fingers getting tangled up in his hair as I held his head up against my neck. "Now she says the words," he said, muffled chuckles coming from against my neck. "We need to go, baby. We're already at least thirty minutes late." "Someone thinks highly of himself after that never had pussy before performance," I said, absentmindedly teasing him. "I blew your fucking mind like a gentleman and then
His Mafia Princess 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Stacy — I have a theory (2)
"I got bored waiting for you and decided to lie down for a bit. I must have dozed off," I said, my voice even, but my throat was dry and the words still wouldn't leave my head. …make you kill Scott… If he turned the light on now, he'd see and I will have ruined our night. How many had I ruined already? How many times did he feel like he couldn't touch me because of what a fucked up mess I was? "You look beautiful," he said, his hands slipping up my legs, instantly making my heart beat faster again. That first touch was so electric I parted my legs for him instantly. Did he somehow know already even without the light? I was perfect. Not a quiver in my voice. How could he know? I felt a dip in the bed, then him crawling in between my legs. "How would you know? It's dark and you can't see," I said, really banking on that last part.
His Mafia Princess Stacy — I have a theory (1)
The moment he left the coffee shop, I made arrangements to have the rest of my shift covered and went shopping for a new dress. Then I got my hair, nails and make up done. My excitement was palpable. I was on cloud nine, having finally gotten over the whole cappuccino mess. Being me, I even did some research ahead of time into the exhibition and the artist, so I would have some things to say to him. I wanted to be animated and conversational when he presented me with what he'd been surrounding himself with for the last few weeks. He deserved a lively back and forth instead of carrying the conversation like he had been for weeks now. Had I been leaning too hard on him? We were supposed to be in this together and I just sort of checked out. Well tonight would be different. Scott: Headed home now. See you soon? Stacy: Can't wait. Scott: Calm down, baby. Keep your legs together until after the exhibition. Stacy: Keep making
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Coffee shop moments (2)
I got you something," he said, pulling away from my mouth, lust flickering in his eyes. What am I supposed to do with those looks when they never go anywhere anymore, Scott? He set a velvet box down onto the table, turned it towards me and opened it up. "It's an anxiety ring. Not the fanciest thing for you to get as your first piece of jewellery from me, but," he explained, holding his hand out for me to give him mine. "It's so cute," I said, letting him put it on my finger. "I'm not going to stop asking you to go to therapy or quit this job, but in the meantime, maybe this will help. How it works is—" "I know how it works," I said, twisting the band around my finger. "Thank you. You're very sweet." "Hello, my coffee?" Mindy called out and I couldn't help but giggle. "Looks like the infamous Scott Brady magic has worn off. I better get back," I said, lowering my lips to his ear. "Smile at another woman like that again and I'll knee you in the balls. Okay?" When I tur
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Coffee shop moments (1)
Cappuccino. Did you know it's the world's most popular coffee drink? One word and I was completely fucked over for the rest of the day. After hearing the word, anxiety crippled my senses and I struggled to get by for the rest of the day. I knew the theory of making coffee like the back of my hand, but that didn't matter. Suddenly I was getting orders wrong, mixing drinks incorrectly, the works. No matter what I did, it played out the same way every time. If I did get it under control, hearing the word cappuccino again just made everything start all over. Sometimes it came at the very beginning of a shift. Sometimes it took a few minutes. Inevitably it would come though. I don't know what the fuck I had been trying to prove all these years. Taking barista job after job, trying to break the cycle of completely losing my shit every time. Even when Grandpa Kendrick's fixer offered me an assortment of choices for jobs to blend in, I still chose this.
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