Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you in the slightest.” He rocked his hips back and forth, pulling in and out of me. Suddenly my body was climbing higher and higher as my pussy fluttered around his cock. I couldn’t believe that I was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Oh, Alessandro, oh God. I’m coming again.”
“Come on me. Drag my seed from me.” He picked up his pace, slamming into me until he bellowed out his own release, filling me up. His body rested on mine for a minute before he pulled out and rolled to the side. I missed his heat over me, so I gladly turned into his arms. He held me until I passed out.
Chapter Seven
Alessandro
Waking up hours before the sun was up, I got to work planning our future together. I wanted a wedding this week. My patience was slim to none. Contacting all the people who owed me a favor, I had my future wife’s citizenship good and ready to go. As soon as we signed the marriage certificate, she would become legally an Italian and US citizen. She was going to be surprised to learn all I had planned, but I’d been serious when I buried my seed deep inside her, soaking her womb to create our future family.
“Alessandro, your bride is looking for you,” Cosimo said in Italian as he came into the room.
“Please tell me she has clothes on.”
“Yes, but not enough I’m sure.” I was on my feet to find my woman and bring her the suitcase from the hotel room.
“Amore,” I called out. She came to the stairs. “What are you doing out of the room dressed like that?” She had on one of my dress shirts that hung down to the middle of her thighs that lifted when she moved her arms.
“Sorry, I couldn’t find my clothes from yesterday.”
“I had them washed.”
“Sir, here.” Cosimo handed me the suitcase while keeping his eyes directed away from Isabella.
“Is that my suitcase?” She pointed at the black hard shell.
“Yes,” I said, climbing the stairs and leading her back to our room.
“Why did he have it?”
“Because I asked one of the housekeeping staff to pack up your things. Please go through it to make sure that everything is accounted for. I don’t know when we’ll be going back there so I wanted you to have what you needed for now.”
“He took my things from the hotel.”
“Technically the female staff did. I’d kill another man if he touched your panties.”
She shook her head letting a soft chuckle out. “I should be annoyed, but I find it sexy that you get so jealous over another man touching my things.”
“Well that’s because I’m crazy about you.”
“Good then please find me some coffee while I get dressed please.” She kissed my nose and then closed the bedroom door on me.
“Fuck me. I’m in love,” I sighed, turning on my heel to make her coffee.
When she came down, I made her American style coffee. I had it a couple of times when visiting New York and my friend Maxim outside of Chicago. It’s good, but I preferred espresso.
“Good morning, amore,” I greeted my beautiful Isabella.
“Good morning to you. It smells so good in here.” She released a moan that shot straight to my cock. I’d been rock hard since I saw her two days ago. Had it really only been two days? It felt like I’d known her forever. Being inside her only fueled my lust for more.
I handed her the mug, sliding behind her to breathe her in. “You smell good.”
She scoffs. “I smell like you.”
“I know, and everyone else will know it too.”
“Where is everyone?” The house was mostly empty. My chef went to relax for a bit while I took care of Isabella’s needs myself.
“I told them to beat it.” She gave me a questioning look. “Why? Do you not like my company?”
Her hand pressed onto my chest, rubbing my pecs. “I’m not saying that. I’d just expected your mansion to be loaded with staff.”
“They don’t make their presence known most of the time, especially now that I’ve brought my future wife here.” I’d never brought anyone home, so most of them were shocked even after being warned about Isabella before we arrived at the villa.
“Where are we by the way?” she asked
“Just outside Naples in my family vineyard I mentioned.”
“Ooh, so do you have your own winery?”
“Si. Do you want to see it?” I loved seeing interest in her eyes when it came to my home. I wanted to share it with her. We came from different sides of the world. I’d been to her hometown several times over the years, so I knew I’d have a lot of convincing if she loved the noise of the city.
“Sure. I mean I don’t drink, but I find it interesting anyway.”