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He leaned in and tongued me again. His kisses were ravenous as much as they were sweet. I fell into his mouth and savored his intoxicating flavor.

Did I want this? I believe so.

Zio’s hand caressed all the soft parts of me. His lips danced against my moistened skin. I didn’t have to strength to play hard to get. I was going to let me do whatever he wanted to me.

I blinked my eyes, and he was leading me out of the hot tub and into the house. I was wobbly and weak from the drinking and the sweat of the Jacuzzi. He guided me up the stairs and to his master bedroom.

He laid my wet body on his bed and climbed in on top of me. I was feeling sleepy, but my lady parts were swollen with lust. I was sopping wet with my own juices. I opened my eyes and quickly shut them when I felt Zio slip his dick inside me.

“Ohhh!” I muttered a moan and closed my eyes. I bit my lip as he grinded into me in a slow, controlled motion. This was passionate. This was intense. His mouth sucked the skin on my neck and sent me into overdrive.

He was breathing, but he barely made a sound. His hips were rolling deeper and deeper inside me. His body did all the talking he had to do. Zio pushed his hands under my butt cheeks and grabbed a huge chunk of my bottom. He pushed my ass up and into his body as he rocked his member farther inside me. I could feel him profoundly. I could tell he was big. I didn’t have to see his dick to know that he had a secret weapon. I felt his size in my throat.

I wavered in between thinking this was a lucid dream or a flawless reality. He was going to make a tipsy me cry if he didn’t stop hitting all my hidden but treasured spots. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was going to implode. I tilted my chin to the ceiling and gagged on the air.

“Come for me, Labria,la bella.”

“Okayyyyy.” I cooed. I raked at his back with my nails. With no effort on my part, my orgasm jumped out of my body and gushed onto him.

Woo child! My kitty contracted so hard my body quivered and just then I felt him shudder and release his cum inside of me. He pecked both of my cheeks with his lips before he collapsed on top of me.

This was not a dream.

Chapter Twenty-Two

MAURIZIO

Iwas up at the crack of dawn. I didn’t want the night to end, and I was going to try to do everything I could to make Bria comfortable. I didn’t have any doubt that she enjoyed herself. I was good in bed. I’d never received a complaint.

But was my sex enough to make her leave my cousin and be with me? Only time would tell. Until then, I was going to shower her with everything I had, which comprised my cock and whatever else women needed to feel safe and secure. I wanted her for myself. I would treat her like a queen. All I needed was time and opportunity.

As much as I enjoyed her body, I adored her mind. Labria wasn’t a brainless Barbie doll. She was an educated, fiery bombshell. This woman was the real deal. She was marriage material, and I hoped Lordes had fucked up enough to make this breakup permanent.

I crept out of bed to make breakfast. I made sausage, bacon, crepes and cut up a few pieces of fruit to serve her in bed with a fresh glass of orange juice. When I entered the bedroom with the platter of food, she looked so serene sleeping in my King-sized bed.

I didn’t want to wake her. A sleeping woman meant the sex I gave her was good. I placed the tray on the nightstand. I leaned over her body and pushed her hair out of her face. Her top bun was still intact but very messy after the wild night we had. I cupped her cheek and rubbed my thumb over her vicious lips.

“La mia bella amante(my beautiful lover).” I whispered out loud and watched her eyes flutter open. Her brown eyes hit me and I knew then I would fight for her. He can’t have her back. I hadn’t felt this way about a girl since high school. This was a feeling I wanted to keep, the high I needed in my life, a feeling I would go to war for.

“Morning, I made you breakfast. Are you hungry?”

Labria sat up in bed and wiped her eyes. She pulled the duvet up to fully cover her breasts. “You made breakfast?”

“Yes, I looked over at the tray by the bed. Just for you.”

Her eyes followed me over to the end table. “I’m starving.” She smiled with a closed mouth. “That’s a lot of food. Are you going to eat with me?”

I didn’t eat breakfast often. “It’s for you.” I removed the glass of orange juice from the tray and placed it on the table. Then I picked up the tray and placed it in her lap.

“Please come get in bed and share this with me.”

Her wish was my command. I walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in under the duvet.

I ate a little and watched her satisfy herself with what I prepared. She ate a hefty portion for a woman of her size. I was impressed. I loved woman that ate real food. I didn’t like the ones that picked over their food and favored salads over meat. Food was a part of my Italian-Sicilian heritage.

“The food was delicious. Did you really make it?”

“Yes, I did.”

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