Bucciarati Licks Giorno Novels & Stories

He’s the reason I’m flooding, aching, and ready to beg. He lifted his glistening finger to his lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean. His eyes rolled back slightly, a deep groan escaping. “Dolce come il miele.” “For daring me,” he rasped, voice gravel and promised, “I’ll make sure you won’t walk straight for the next two days.”

I express my deepest apologies to Chiara through a heartfelt text, earnestly seeking her forgiveness. As the lovely evening continues, we're filled with gratitude for the impressive increase in sales. Antonio, one of our hardworking team members, efficiently takes the lead in tidying up, carefully clearing away the remains of a busy day and neatly arranging the chairs, creating a serene ambience as the day gracefully transforms into night. “Sofia, your Osso Buco is simply the best in all of Italy. Capolavoro!” he praises, with an expansive sweep of the hand, fingers stretching outward, as if outlining the grandeur of the moment.

"Look around! The press is eating it up. The liquor is flowing. I am officially the king of the Meatpacking District." "Check the tabloids, Antonetti, they’re calling you a public nuisance," Graham mutters dryly, though there’s a subtle twitch of his lips that signals amusement. "Sì, but a *successful* public nuisance," Luca corrects in his slight Italian accent, winking at the girl on his lap. She purrs and presses her chest even closer to him. He grabs onto her ass and they begin French-kissing. He looks over at us when they finally break apart and frowns.

I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. As we perused the menu, Alessandro, our server, arrived with a warm smile. "Buona sera! Welcome to Bella Vita. I'll be taking care of you tonight. May I start by bringing you some antipasti?" Romario nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, please. We'll have the Bruschetta and Insalata Caprese." Alessandro nodded and disappeared, returning with a tray bearing two steaming dishes. The aroma of fresh tomatoes and basil wafted up, making my stomach growl with anticipation.

I smiled softly at the sight. While I was smiling softly at them, Damian’s hand reached out toward the corner of my mouth, wiping off the creamy sauce from my fettuccine carbonara with his thumb. My eyes followed his hand as he withdrew and brought his thumb to his lips. He slowly licked the creamy sauce from his thumb and then sucked his thumb hard. “Oh, God.” The words came out of my mouth before I realized it, while my body had a mind of its own. My hands gripped the cutleries so hard, my legs pressed themselves close together, and my sex clenched at the sight.

I released him and positioned my handbag correctly on my shoulders before stomping my feet on the doorpost. I turned one more time with my eyes flaming up angrily. "Stupido!" Hearing this insult, He recoiled before I slammed the door in his face. "Sciocco Barbaro!" I yelled, making sure he got my last message. A few hours later. Mister Aleotti walks into Makris's office with a big smile on his sexy face. Immediately he entered, he saw Makris on his seat, facing the enormous transparent window that reflected the beauty of the city of Rome.

] He wanted to kiss her so badly at that moment, the moonlight lit up the room and her full pink lips were so inviting she sensed his intentions and backed away, ‘Dante, dimmi cosa intendi con i nostri genitori?’ [Dante, tell me what you mean about our parents?]

She bit her bottom lip as his cock twitched and began to grow again, ‘Sei insaziabile.’ [You are insatiable.]’

He smirked, "Good girl gattina." I closed my eyes nearing seeing the stars, "Eyes on me Baby," He thrust his fingers deeper. "Dio Mio Nico, M****a." "Let go gattina." He pinched my nipples, "Si si si NICO!" That got me to let go and wet all of his fingers. He removed them and I already miss the contact. He licked his fingers, "My favorite delicacy." I blushed and looked at him with lustful eyes. I kissed him again.

So, at nearly midnight, an eerie echo of the first time I found myself at Piacere for the auction that changed the trajectory of my life, I totter up to the front door, ignoring the line of people stretching away. “Hi.” Gianna flutters her eyelashes coquettishly at the bouncer. “You know Mr. Cattaneo guaranteed you access, right, Ms. Cattaneo?” the bouncer asks tiredly as he unclips the velvet rope. “This is so much more fun!” She blows a kiss at the unamused man and drags me in. The music pounds into my skull, into the soles of my feet, and I remember a few snippets of my first night drunk. Just a few, though.