Hetalia 2p Italy Novels & Stories

22. Alyssa I lay there looking at Pietro wondering how we had cine from being strangers three hours ago, to fucking and now we were talking about committing to each other. “What… what do you mean?” I asked him because I didn't want to believe it. "Cara mio, I mean I want you to be my girlfriend. Let's try this and see where it takes us," he said and again, I found his Italian accent sexy. It make my body twinkle and I wanted him again.

Once this damn 30 minutes elapsed, the whole of Italy would hear her scream his name. Anna sat on top of his erect manhood, the wet fabric of her pant pressed against it, and despite that, he could feel the warmth radiating from her sex. “Cazzo,” Leone groaned, his hands clutching the sheets as she rubbed her pussy on his dick. Anna arched her back, holding on to his shoulder to leave wet kisses on his neck, sucking, biting, and nibbling on it as her pussy slowly rocked against him.

I correct with a smirk. “You don't like him, stupido pezzo di merda.” She growls. “You like Vincenzo.” (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of shit) I look at her and give her a small sigh. “Thanks for paying stupido pezzo di whatever you just said.” I laugh. (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of) *** “This movie doesn't make sense.” He says shaking his head. I look up to him with a frown. He didn't just insult my movie.

"When she has her mind set she doesn't stop." "Italian Men," I tease. "They are so protective." I kiss Nic's cheek and he tries to hold back a grin. "I'll see you in three days." "Three days," he nod. "Addio Bella." Translations: Sei il peggiore- you are the worst Ti amo- I love you Addio Bella- Bye beautiful Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback. I love you all ❤️

she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!”

Speaking perfect Italian Conner stood and walked cockily down to stand on the other side of the dance floor followed by Callum, ‘Dove si trova’ [Where is she?] Callum asked equally as fluently as his twin, ‘Non vogliamo problemi, basta restituircela e lasceremo il paese. Lei è di nostra proprietà’ [We don’t want trouble, just give her back to us and we’ll leave the country. She is our property]

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."

Sofia looks over toward the staircase and says, “I feel bad for her. Her whole life has turned upside down. She probably won’t recognize her family tomorrow. She must be so scared.” She’s right. I feel bad for my mate. I long to comfort her and be by her side, but I know right now that won’t do anything but upset her. Peelle It took us a day to get to Italy, but it was worth the travel. The country is beautiful, and I know for sure that we will be reunited with Alita.

Panting, she licked the side of her lips as she lifted her head to watch his hand between her legs, then dropped it back to the couch with a moan as he spat on her clit and rubbed it. She shivered with pleasure. She could feel herself close to release, so close that a shaky moan escaped from her lips. "I…love it…" She sputtered. "Please don't stop." "Preganmi Ancora." He said, huskily. She had no idea what he had said and didn't care. She could only close her eyes and enjoy the pleasure until he pressed his lips to her ear and demanded, "Pregami." Gosh, he was speaking Italian. So sexy.

In seconds I was slippery, aching and ready. But my Italians were devils: diovoli; masters of choreographed teasing. With accuracy and artis my labia were slowly eased apart and the bud of my sex exposed. But not touched... ‘Please,” I gasped as Pietro released my mouth and attached his lips to my neck.