Her head flew back, andhips moved feverishly against my hardened dick. The loud flesh slapped loudly. Her core tightened around my shaft, and long nails dug into my back, leaving long scratch marks that would surely leave a reminder of this night. Releasing her taut titties from my lips, I moved my kisses, and soft caresses up to her neck. Then to her collar, andeventually back to her lips. When her body arched into mine, and her arms tightly squeezed, I knew I’d found her sweet spot, and she was about to cum all on my dick.
“Ahh there it is. You gone give me all of you? Let me have all of that sweet goodness? Be mine, completely? I whispered against her parted lips, feeling her body tremble her release A splash of warmth erupted, as her frantic whines turned into a soft low whimpers. She surrenderedtome completely.
“Just like that, I feel you soaking me up,” I murmured, savoring the way her body responded. To the way she just melted into me. Her arousal coated me, covering every part of my shaft, and thighs.
“I’m about to plant my seed in you.” I kissed her softly, still guiding her hips over my midsection.“You ready for that?”
“Mhmm” she moaned and nodded at the same time. That was all it took before I unleashed my unborn babies into the womb of the woman who would be my wife in just a few days.
fifteen
Teo
“Mr. Donatelli, excuse me sir!”
I paused at the base of my parents’ stairs, turning toward the frazzled voice. One of the catering staff stood near the front entrance, clipboard in hand, looking overwhelmed by the controlled chaos surrounding him.
“Who should sign for the champagne delivery? The driver’s asking for someone in charge, but Ms. Lidia is at the service entrance with the florists. And Mrs. Donatelli is with the bridal party.”
“Champagne?” I asked, only half-listening as I watched vendors stream through the house like ants. White peonies were being carried in by the armload, while another crew wheeled in gold Italian chairs through the back entrance.
“Yes. Cases of Dom Pérignon. The driver confirmed it’s for tomorrow’s reception.” I nodded absently, my mind still replaying my night with Yanna.
Last night, she was so... open to me. The way she strangled my dick and was so responsive. Just picturing her dewy body, bouncing on top of me, made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the wedding details. Particularly with deliveries. My mind wasn’t on that. It ventured more into how she’d finally given me an inch, let her guard down, and now I wouldn’t see her until tomorrow at the altar.
We hadn’t even had time to discuss last night, before our mothers was standing at the entrance of our home whisking my fiancée away for the day. Talking about ‘traditions’.
“Just have Lidia’s assistant handle it,” I said, scanning the room for any sign of my sister. “Where’s Sophia? Is she here yet?”
“Yes, sir. I think she went upstairs, sir. With the other ladies.”
I nodded, then took the stairs two at a time, navigating around more vendors carrying linens and centerpieces. The entire house had been transformed into wedding central, but all I could think about was the last-minute gift that was being delivered today. I didn’t want it lost in the shuffle, and more importantly didn’t want Yanna to see it until tomorrow.
“Teo!” Sophia’s voice called from down the hall, her tone a low hiss. “What are you doing here? You know it’s bad luck to see her before the wedding?”
Was it though?
She closed the door behind her, stepping out ready to shoo me away.
The whole ‘don’t see the bride 24 hours before the wedding’ bullshit was something I never bought into. Bad luck, terrible marriage was all superstitious nonsense as far as I was concerned. My belief was that marriage success came down to being a good partner—genuinely loving and caring for each other, protecting each other not just physically but emotionally too. If those things were consistent, then you were in for abeautiful and prosperous partnership. Everything else was just noise.
But since traditions mattered to my family, I honored them. Even at the expense of being apart from Yanna when all I wanted was to be near her.
“Chill,” I chuckled.
Sophia wasn’t playing. The frown line on her forehead let me know that she would likely try to punch me if I tried to get into that room.
“I’m here to see your big headed ass, anyway.”
“About what?”
I glanced around, making sure no vendors were close enough to overhear, then grabbed her arm pulling her into the small study that our parents rarely used.
“I need you to handle something for me.” I pulled the door shut behind us.
“Business?”
“Nah. Personal.”
