“I could get fucking laid if I wanted to!”
“Then leave Luci and Alessandro alone and go get fucking laid. I. Fucking. Dare. You.” For once, I’m happy to have El come out of nowhere and shove her attitude at someone who’s not me.
Their arguing voices disappear down the hallway as I’m paused balls deep inside her, waiting to be certain they’re gone. My shoulders relax when I sense both our shared relief at being alone and continue to fuck Luci.
“Thank God they’re gone. Holy shit, mio premio, your pussy is perfect wrapped around me. Remember when I told you that you’ll be molded to the shape of me? How your sweet pussy could only accept me. Could only be pleased by me.” Regardless of her attempt, she lets out a deep and long moan. I swear the sounds she makes while she’s wrapped around me are my undoing, and I know I’ll come soon.
“Come for me, Wife. Come for me so I can fill you until you feel my cum for days.” Her breathing gets short as her legs shake before she clenches around me until I can barely move. Her head follows, falling back and her mouth opens in a silent scream as she orgasms, followed by my own release seconds later. I’ve never considered myself a gentle man. Except when our eyes connect, the golden lust in her hazel eyes causes me to cradle her face in my hand. Seconds later our lips connect, slowly kissing each other as I soften inside of her.
I pull out of her at the same time I pull my lips away from hers, bringing her left hand against my mouth and kissing her ring. “Let’s go out there and celebrate, Wife. Mio premio.”
A flush crosses her cheeks and nose, realizing the predicament we’re in with family out there. But more importantly, with Father Angelo still at the house. “I mean it’s, you know. The stuff.”
“Good. You should have the reminder that you’re mine by my cum dripping out of you all evening. In fact, if I ever think you could be empty, I’ll disappear with you to fill you again. We have too much time to make up for.” I laugh the redder her face gets and hold her close, telling her I’m joking even though there’s no joke involved. I will drag her to the other room when needed and no way in hell I’m giving her any chance to argue with me.
A knock disrupts us. Assuming it’s Marco again, I groan. “What the fuck do you want this time Marco?”
“Uh excuse me, Mr. Grumpy Pants, I’m not Marco. And you know, I should be offended that you would even think I’m Marco. Buuuuut Geno is about to flip his lid if you two don’t make an appearance. Also, Father Angelo keeps giving Andrea and me looks that could condemn us to Hell, and it’s making me uncomfortable. It would be nice to have someone else there a.k.a, Luci please come out here and disrupt Father Angelo with your pre-marital pregnancy.”
I still can’t figure out how Andrea deals with El and her ongoing rambling. Luci’s mortified face has me zipping my pants, ready to leave this room.
“Alright. Fine. Let’s go save everyone and make an appearance Luciana Leone.” The way she moans as I kiss her neck sends shockwaves down through me until I’m instantly hard again. I press my erection against Luci to remind her of my threat from earlier.
“You have about five seconds to get out of this room before I shove my dick inside of you again.” I’m disappointed when she rushes out of the room, leaving me with my hard, weeping dick pressing against my zipper. At that moment, Geno’s voice floats down the hallway, asking where I am and hovering by Luci and our baby, making me soft in the meantime.
Chapter 65
Luci
21 Weeks Pregnant
While I don’t want to leave Alessandro, I can’t keep everyone waiting on us anymore. Especially with what I could only imagine El and Andrea are horrifying Father Angelo with. My grandparents don’t even hold hands when we go to mass and thinking of the things El and Andrea consider ‘innocent’ makes me almost laugh.
“Ah Luciana, there you are. Where has Alessandro gone? You two better not have been having relations with a priest in the house. I swear he has nothing better to do than embarrass this family.” He must see the mortification on my face, one I’ve never been able to hide before continuing. “No matter. Let us enjoy the evening.”
“Why are you always hard on Alessandro?” The words I’ve been wondering for months escape my mouth before I get a chance to stop them. Geno turns to me, his hard face softening at the mention of me questioning his love for Alessandro.
“I love mio nipote more than I could ever explain and that’s why I’m hard on him. He’s the future of this family and my legacy after Salvatore left us.”
“That’s your son, right?” Alessandro and I have spoken about his mamma’s death shortly after he was born, but the moment I asked about his papa he shut me down.
“Yes.” Geno’s curt answer makes it obvious he didn’t intend to let that slip. “Now where is Alessandro? The whole point of a reception is to have the husband and wife make an appearance. Alessandro! Andiamo!”
Alessandro’s signature footsteps and annoyed voice come down the hallway. “Yes, yes, yes I know.” I only saw him moments ago, but seeing him adjust his cufflinks as he comes out of the hallway makesmewant to drag him into a room this time. I’m allowed to think this way now that he’s my husband, right? Either that or these hormones are getting out of control.
Father Angelo’s voice appears around the opposite corner, bringing shame at what I was thinking and doing. According to my upbringing, what happened in the mudroom should be done in private when no one is visiting, regardless of the fact that Alessandro is my husband. I doubt that’s a rule many people follow.
“Everyone in this home needs to come to confession. I’m tired of seeing and knowing all the sin that’s happened in this house since I stepped foot in here. Yes, Geno, that includes you and we both know why.” Alessandro and I share a look, wondering what he means.
In an attempt to break the obvious tension in this home, I spray out the first thing I can think of. “Let’s go get cake!”
“Si, I agree.” Geno avoids Father Angelo’s words and everyone else’s thoughts.
The rest of the evening is perfect. Cake, conversation, and company make everything we’ve gone through worth it. Enzo comes in just as everyone is about to leave with letters in his hand.
“My apologies for the interruption. Luci, these were delivered and I think you’ll want them.” Enzo hands three envelopes to me and I immediately notice the distinct handwriting from each of them. They’re letters from my family.
Alessandro must recognize what I’m thinking as he takes charge of the situation. “Okay everyone, stay, leave, whatever you want. Luci and I are going upstairs to read these.”
