Page 8 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

He gives me a smile. “Me either. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, my dad isn’t home until the morning.” I give him a grin.

“Say no more. I’ll follow you.”

By the time we pull into my driveway, I’m nervous. I’ve never had a boy over before. What does he expect from coming over? I am praying hard that Dad doesn’t find out. He’s never come home early before, so let’s hope tonight isn’t the night he starts. I walk before Lucca and unlock the front door. Our house isn’t as grand as Lucca’s that’s for sure. We only have a small two-bedroom place. It’s cozy and houses everything that we love. Above the mantel sits a family picture of the three of us. It’s the last one before my mom died.

“Your place is amazing, nothing like mine. It actually looks like people live here.” He continues to look around the living room, taking it all in.

I feel bad for him. Even though he has this huge house, it’s still empty. Our house isn’t special. It’s filled with some knick knacks and photos of trips Dad and I took together. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Did you want to watch a movie? I can find something on Netflix.”

He sits on the couch, getting comfortable. I take a seat at the opposite side.

“Do I stink or something?” he asked.

“What?” I look at him in shock.

He pats the spot next to him. “Sit here. You're too far away.”

I scoot over and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. I turn the TV on and then I hand him the remote. Of course, he turns an action movie on. I curl my feet up on the couch. He moves his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to his side. We are so into watching the movie I never noticed I had my head resting on his chest. His hand was mindlessly rubbing circles on my neck. A small moan slipped from my lips and he stopped.

He lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking into my eyes, his eyes grew dark. I couldn’t help myself; I ran my hand along his jawline and swiped my thumb along his bottom lip. His tongue darts out and licks my thumb. I lean up and crush my lips against his. His hand slowly moves, pulling me over his body so I’m straddling him. I can feel his hardness between my legs, making me move my hips. He lets out a groan.

“Baby, if you do that, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he said in a low, husky voice.

My clit throbs in return. My hands run down his chest, finding the hem of his shirt, making my way under I can feel his warm skin pebble in goosebumps. He leans forward so I can tug it off him. My eyes travel over his chest and downwards. His body is adorned in tattoos of all shapes and colours. Over his chest are the words,famiglia per sempre.I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss him there. He takes a deep breath before running his hand into my hair.

I sit back, grabbing the hem of my shirt. I hesitate for a second before lifting it all the way off. Lucca doesn’t waste anytime cupping my breasts in his large hands.

“God, you're beautifulTesoro.” He leans forwards kissing my neck working down my collarbone. His hands slid up my back. He flicks my bra open. He gently glides the straps down my arms and tosses it to the ground. His hands cup my naked breasts while his thumbs stroke my nipples.

“Oh, God. Lucca.”

He lowers down, taking a nipple in his mouth, gently sucking it. I let out a loud moan. My hips move looking for friction.

“I know what you need baby, I got you.” He moves me, so I’m lying on the couch.

He undoes the button on my jeans and slowly removes them. His hands move up my legs almost painfully waiting for him to reach the spot I need him the most. I’m so lost in his touch that I haven’t noticed that he’s stopped at my thong. I lean up on my elbows and stare at him.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to force you into anything you aren’t ready for?”

Shit. Can he tell I’m a virgin? I get that I’ve never done anything like this before, but I didn’t have a clue you can fucking tell.

“I’m sure,” I tell him, with the most confidence I can muster.

He doesn’t say anything. He goes about removing my thong with a groan. I’m aching to be filled. There’s a craving and I need my fix. Lucca must see something when he looks at me. He leans in and takes my lips, his fingers working their way to my sensitive clit. He circles his fingers, working me into a frenzy. He swallows my moan; my hands wrap around his back. His fingers worked lower, entering my wet core. My inner muscles tighten around his finger as he strokes my g-spot.

“I’m coming, Lucca.”

He pushed a second finger in. I hissed from the pressure. He pulled out right before I could fully come.

Before I could say anything, he was unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off, along with his briefs. His erection was on display. I couldn’t help myself. I sat up and wrapped my hand around him.

“Oh, fuck baby. Just like that.” He groans.

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