Page 231 of La Dolce Vita

"Wow, three rounds. Like a little machine gun, huh?"

"Exactly. The grab here will help you aim and be steady." He kissed her cheek. "Hold it for me."

She did as her husband instructed. He buried his face in her soft curly hair and inhaled her while running one hand over her swollen stomach, and the other over her enlarged breasts. They were so ripe he wanted to suck and touch them constantly. But she complained of pain. At the moment she didn't stop him. She aimed the gun at the kitchen cabinet and pulled the trigger.

It clicked and clicked.

"I need bullets," she said.

"I need you," he said and took the gun from her hand. He tossed it aside and turned her to him. His lips brushed hers as her hands went up slowly over his back. Lorenzo lifted her and sat her on the long kitchen counter.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked. He stared at her breasts when he spoke. He drew her robe down her arms.

"No. Are you?"

"No."

Marietta lowered the straps to her nightgown and unveiled her breasts for him. "Lick them."

He cupped her left breast gently in his hand and brought his mouth over her nipple. He licked instead of sucked. She complained about sucking. It was good for her this way. She purred for him whenever he used his tongue. His erection was painfully stiff between his legs; his balls felt like weights between his legs. Marietta scooted as far to the edge of the counter as she could go. Her hands were behind her. Her head tilted back as he thrust inside of her with long deep strokes that made her bottom lip quiver. All he met was tightness. Hot, wet, tight. The pussy was a meltingly soft cushion as he thrust deeper and deeper. She grabbed one of his shoulders to steady herself. She gave several pelvic thrusts as he went up and fast into her. He pumped his hips and squeezed her thigh. His head dropped on her shoulder, and before he could force his boy to hold on, he went for it. The climax collapsed his dick, and he released of himself.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his face until his lips found hers. It was beautiful and delicious.

"That was fast," she panted.

"Sorry, I... You do it to me," he said.

"I know because I'm that good!" she said.

“I’m going to start calling you yummy,” he said.

“Really why?”

“Because you are so yummy here,” he grunted and patted her sex.

“You’ve been spending too much time with the kids.”

He laughed. “We are going to have our own soon.”

She cupped his face. “Are you ready to be a Papa?”

“I think I want to be called Daddy,” he smiled.

“Really? Daddy?”

“It’s what the kids said in Virgina. Daddy this, and daddy that. I like it. I’m going to be a daddy.”

He chuckled and stepped back. He pushed his dick into his boxers, and she eased off the counter.

"Hey? This is a crazy question, but is there a record player here?" she asked.

Lorenzo peeked up at her under his dented brow. "Record player?"

"Yeah. Don't tell me you furnished this place. The stuff looks too old. So, you bought it with everything in it? Right?"

He shrugged. "It was never meant to be permanent. Just for now."

"Back at the farm, Minnie gave me something, a record my mama recorded. Something I didn't really get a chance to share with Mirabella. Not sure why. I guess I kind of wanted it for myself. I told her about it, and she didn't seem interested."

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