Page 177 of La Dolce Vita

"Giovanni," she breathed. "Yes, baby!"

His chest gliding over hers and the loud smacking sound of his fucking her wet juicy pussy sounded off louder than the creaking of the mattress springs and banging of the headboard. He now had both thighs and legs pushed back. It wasn’t until he had her body pinned beneath him with her legs locked down and her pussy spread for his invading cock did he seem satisfied.

"Feel so good Bella. This pussy feels so good," he grunted. And he dropped his face, so it pressed against the side of hers. She gritted her teeth and enjoyed her husband’s breakdown. Yes, he was an aggressive and overpowering lover, but it wasn't just his body and mind in control. The same emotional seizures she suffered, he endured as well. He fucked and loved her all at once. Targeted strikes of his thrusting cock built friction against her sensitive walls, and her labia swelled constricting around her opening. That excited him. She knew he could feel it. She could tell by the oohs, and ahhs, escaping him. And though the backs of her thighs burned from being pinned down she was able to summon some strength to hold on.

Giovanni slammed into her three or four more times and then collapsed. She knew every ounce of his seed was emptied into her. She had to push hard at his chest so he could lift and she could bring down her legs. He kissed her brow, her nose, her lips and the tips of her breasts before dropping over with hard pants.

They lay side by side.

“Don’t ever bring me to a place you’ve been too with another man,” he panted. “I don’t like it.”

She chuckled. “You think I don’t know the place we bought for Catalina and Domi used to be your playboy spot? Where you bought other women?”

His eyes stretched wide. “I--I--I--” he stammered.

Mirabella rolled to her side and partially lay on his sweaty chest. “This is our place now Giovanni. You know you liked it.”

He grunted. "I loved it. I don't even remember what we were talking about earlier. In fact, I don't want to remember," he yawned.

"Get some rest. And then give me more, in an hour."

He laughed. “Three hours.”

“Three! Two is my compromise!”

He squeezed her to him. “Feel better Bella? Do you?”

“I feel wonderful Giovanni.Grazie.”

“Tu sei la mia vita--you are my life,” he said.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Family

Apple Grove, Virginia

Mirabella slept close. Giovanni turned and she was under him. Any movement and she scooted her beautiful body closer. He smiled. He moved her hair from her face. The ponytail had come out long ago. Now it was thick and frizzy all over her head. He liked to see it that way. He kissed her brow.

Last night they fell asleep with the lights on. It was far too bright in the room. He turned to his back and reached over to shut off the lamp. The light from outside slipped in through the part of the orange and brown curtains.

“Mmm,” she groaned and turned her face away to keep him from experiencing her morning breath. “What time is it.”

He kissed her shoulder. “Early, around six,” he said.

“We should get back. I want to be there when my babies wake up.”

“What about this baby?” he said and tried to ease his erection in her.

"No, Gio. I'm sore. You wore me out." She scooted away. He groaned, and she eased out of the bed. "Seriously. I'm swollen down there." She stretched at the side of the bed, and it only made him want to get inside of her once more.

“Let me kiss it. Make it feel better.”

She shook her head and went to the bathroom and closed the door. He heard her lock it. He chuckled. Giovanni fell back over and looked at the stained ceiling. This man Cutter. He'd hurt his Bella. He knew she wanted to give him the details, but it was so tightly wound around her heart she could barely let it go.

He understood. But someone should teach Cutter a lesson.

Giovanni reached for the phone. He checked and saw the cost of a long distance call from the room. He dialed the appropriate code and then a number he hadn't called in months.

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