Page 16 of Curvy Girl for the Mafia Daddy

After dinner and Matteo's bedtime stories, Dana and I retreat to our bedroom, desperate to be skin to skin. I take my time undressing her, worshipping every inch of my wife’s lush curves. Her pregnancy has only made her already curvy body that much fuller. Her breasts are heavy and full, tipped with dusky nipples that beg for my touch. I take one into my mouth, groaning at the first taste of sweet milk.

"Luca," she gasps, tangling her fingers in my hair.

Gently, reverently, I lay her back on our king-sized bed. She's a vision with her hair fanned out on the pillow, pink lips parted, cheeks flushed with desire. I settle between her thighs, pushing them open to reveal her wet, swollen folds.

"Ti amo, tesoro mio," I whisper before diving in to devour her sweet nectar.

My tongue explores her scorching slit, lapping, suckling, thrusting until she's writhing and keening beneath me. I slip two fingers inside her tight channel, finding that magic spot that makes her see stars. Her hands fist the sheets, and my name falls from her lips like a prayer.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," I growl against her flesh.

Her thighs clamp around my head as her orgasm crashes over in endless waves. I work her through it until she collapses boneless onto the mattress.

With a satisfied smirk, I kiss my way up her trembling body until I capture her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. She tastes herself on my tongue and moans.

Before I can blink, Dana flips us so I'm flat on my back and she's straddling my hips. Her eyes are molten emerald as she smiles wickedly down at me. Slowly, teasingly, she shimmies down my body until she's eye level with my painfully hard cock.

"My turn," she purrs before wrapping her sweet lips around my shaft.

"Fuck, Dana!" I thrust up into the velvet heat of her mouth.

She takes me deep, swallowing around my thick length as I hit the back of her throat. My head slams back against the pillow and my hands bury themselves in her silky hair, guiding her as she bobs up and down. The sight of my innocent nanny turned wanton goddess will forever be seared in my brain.

Before I can empty down her throat, I tug her off, needing to be buried inside her. I flip her onto her hands and knees and rub the broad head of my cock through her soaked folds, coating myself in her arousal. Then with one powerful thrust, I impale her tight pussy, stretching her open.

"Yes, Luca!" she cries as I begin to pound into her.

I wrap my arm around her, splaying my hand across her pregnant belly as I continue to drill her. My cock twitches at the knowledge that it's my child she's carrying—that I'm the one who fucked this baby into her perfect body.

Bending over her back, my hips maintaining their relentless rhythm, I whisper filthy, beautiful things in her ear. "You're mine, Dana. My love, my life, the mother of my children. Do you feel what you do to me? How hard you make me? I'm going to fuck this sweet cunt forever."

"Yes, yours! Only yours!" she sobs, tossing her head back.

"And these tits..." I squeeze her milk-heavy breasts and pluck at her sensitive nipples. "So full and ripe. I can't wait to suck them dry as I pump another baby into this belly."

Her pussy clenches like a vise at my dirty words and I know she's close. Reaching around, I rub tight circles over her aching clit, sending her flying over the edge with a silent scream.

Her molten walls ripple and squeeze my cock, milking me of my release. I slam into her one last time, erupting like a geyser and flooding her womb with my seed.

We collapse onto the bed, sweaty and sated. I gather my beautiful wife into my arms, softly stroking her hair and dropping kisses across her face. "Ti amo, Dana. Always and forever," I murmur.

She smiles sleepily and snuggles into my chest. "I love you too, Luca. More than anything."

As we drift off to sleep, our hands joined over her full belly, I thank the stars for giving me this incredible life. Dana and Matteo—and soon the little princess on the way—they are my heart, my home, my everything. And I will spend the rest of my days making sure they know it.

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Chapter 1

Isabella

With a fluid motion, I glide across the stage, my lithe frame making each movement appear effortless. My long, dark hair is pulled back into a tight bun, adding an air of elegance to my performance. I am Isabella Hartley, a twenty-five-year-old prima ballerina who has devoted her life to dance. Each day, it consumes me, filling me with a passion I can hardly contain.

My daily routine begins at the break of dawn, when the city is still shrouded in darkness. I wake up early to prepare my body for another grueling day at the ballet company in New York City, where I practice tirelessly. I stretch my limbs, pushing them to their limits as I warm up before heading to the studio.

Once I arrive at the company, I am greeted by fellow dancers and staff members, all working toward the same goal—perfection. Our days are filled with endless rehearsals, practicing various types of dances from classical ballets like Swan Lake to more contemporary pieces that challenge our artistic abilities. As we dance, we don intricate costumes designed to evoke emotion and enhance our performances, transforming us into ethereal beings that captivate audiences.

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