Page 18 of Mafia Daddy

What could he possibly be bringing back? I try to imagine what he was coming back with. My mind races with possibilities, but I have no way of knowing for sure.

The minutes trickle by slowly, each one seeming longer than the last, until finally, he reappears, a huge blanket in one hand and a basket of food in the other. My heart swells with joy at the sight of it.

Carlo spreads out the blanket on the grass, masterfully arranging the food in front of us. The picnic spread is simple but delicious, a platter of sandwiches, an assortment of fruits, and a thermos of steaming hot coffee. The aroma of the coffee and the sandwiches is heavenly, and the scents mingle with the essence of the surrounding greenery, creating a burst of aroma that fills the air.

We sit and munch in silence, surrounded by the serene beauty of the park. The stress of the past few days fades away. The world continues moving all around us but we’re oblivious to it all, just the two of us and the quiet calm of nature.

For a moment, everything feels perfect, and I feel truly alive.

I turn to him, grateful for this moment of respite. "Thank you for this," I say softly, looking into his eyes. "It's perfect."

He takes my hand and holds it tightly. "I want you to always feel at peace and happy. And I promise to do everything in my power to make that happen."

We finish our meal and lie back on the blanket, gazing up at the sky. The sun is shining down on us, casting a warm glow on our faces.

I turn to him, my body overwhelmed with gratitude. "I feel like I'm dreaming," I confess, my eyes never leaving him.

"You're not dreaming, Cara," he says hoarsely. "This is real. And I'm here with you."

A warm blush spreads across my cheeks when he says those words. "I know. But sometimes it feels too good to be true."

He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "I promise you, it's not too good to be true. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

My vision gets blurry as the tears threaten to fall when I realize just how much Carlo means to me. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," I say, my voice choking with emotion.

Carlo leans in, his eyes locked into mine. "You’re mine, baby girl," he says, his voice deep and intense. "Mine and mine alone."

His warm breath caresses my face when he brings his face closer. "This is real," he whispers, and his lips claim mine in a searing kiss that makes my toes curl.

Carlo breaks the kiss and traces a line on the side of my neck with his tongue."Let’s go back to our hotel and pick up where we left off this morning."

Something pulses deep in my core, and an intense desire overtakes me immediately. I want to say something, but my voice fails me, and I simply nod in agreement. We quickly pack up the picnic blanket and food and make our way back to the hotel in Carlo's car.

Fire settles at the junction of my thighs, fogging my brain and amplifying my senses.

He’s only just closed the door when he takes me in another kiss, caging my face between his hands. Our kisses become more fervent as we move toward the bed. I need him so much.

Out of nowhere, I realize he’s been giving me everything. And I want to return the favor.

Without a word, I bring my lips to his ear and whisper sultrily, "Get down and sit on the couch." He cocks an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as he sits down on the couch. When he’s seated with both legs spread widely apart, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. Heat rises to my cheeks as I reach for his belt.

"What is this?" he draws out, eyes darkening.

"Something new." I unbuckle his belt, and his hands instinctively grab my wrists. The suspense in the air is electric, and we’re both breathing hard.

"Cara?" The rough pitch of his voice makes my thighs clench.

"I told you, I'm trying something new," I reply and pull my wrist free from his grasp.

My heart is fluttering wildly like a nervous hummingbird's, but I’m determined to see this through.

Carlo doesn't say anything nor does he try to stop me again. Instead, he feasts his eyes on my body, staring me down ravenously. The heat of his gaze settles low in my stomach, and I continue unbuckling his belt.

I finally undo the belt from his jeans, and the tension in the room reaches an astronomical level. His eyes don't leave my body as his breath hitches in anticipation. The sound of the zipper being dragged down seems to echo loudly in the quiet room.

Finally, I work him free of his pants and slide them down his waist. I’m met with the sight of his already hard and throbbing cock, his arousal thick and dripping with pre-come. He wastes no moment as he guides my head to his cock and makes me take him into my mouth.

The first few strokes are a challenge as his size is almost too much for me to handle.

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