Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Those Fiore men have love in their eyes, but, lucky ladies and gents, there are two Fiore cousins who are single: the lovely Mia Fiore, and her older brother, Soren. Whoever snags them will have a hard time showing their devotion as strong as Fabio and Franco, but we can all hope.
Find love and happiness, my dear readers.
– written by Always the Bridesmaid.
“That was pretty adorable,” Anabelle whispers as we lay in bed.
“Thank you. I love lying in bed with my wife completely naked and her telling me I’m adorable.” I roll my eyes, feigning sadness.
“Okay. So it was sexy as well.” Her hand slides up my thigh, knowing that I’m not the slightest bit upset; in fact, my dick jerks before she gets to my hips. Her touch sets me off so easily I could practically nut in her hands right now.
“Be careful, wife. I’ve just made your pussy very sore. I want you able to handle me as I fuck you all over Italy.”
She moans and lays her head on my chest. “Well then, you’ll be just have to be very creative, my sexy chef.” Her lips brush my skin, teasing me as she moves lower. With her tongue peeking out from her lips she swipes at the tip of my cock, lapping up the bead of precum that’s just for her.
Shaking my head, I pull her off and flip her onto her back. “No, I won’t last a minute with that mouth around me. Hell, I don’t know if I can handle that tight cunt of yours, but I want every drop of my seed right where it belongs.”
Nudging her legs apart, I line up my head with her entrance, running the tip up and down, testing how wet my wife is. She’s drenched like and I reward her with one smooth thrust. We both groan as our bodies connect flush against each other. My chest rests lightly on hers as I take her mouth in a kiss.
I pull back and move onto my haunches, spreading my wife’s ankles over my shoulders and pump forward. “You are so sexy. I need to see every inch of you I can. Are you going to come for me, Anabelle?”
“I’m so close,” she moans and then she moves up to rest on her elbows to watch my thick length entering her and her pussy clenches around it.
“Yeah, you like what I’m doing to you don’t you. My big dick disappearing in your tight slit. Your warmth devouring my cock. You’re going to make me nut deep in you. Do you want me to spend every drop of my seed in your womb?”
“Fuck. Yes. Give it to me, Fabio. I need it. It’s so big and stretching me in two.”
“Yes, Tesoro. Take every inch,” I grunt, picking up the pace as I enjoy the show. My cock slides into her pussy faster and faster until we both cry out. “Fuck, that’s it. I’m not letting you talk me into pounding your pussy no more for the night,” I pant, sliding out of her and falling back on the bed.
“Fine, I’m sleepy anyway,” she sighs, pressing her head onto my chest with a big yawn.
“Close that mouth, woman. That’s what started this.”
“It’s just a yawn. I’ll save for sucking your cock after we shower tomorrow.”
“I’m a lucky man.”
“As long as you know it.”
Tomorrow we fly out to Italy for our honeymoon. I want to show her around my parents’ town and where I lived briefly as well as Soren’s vineyard. I’ve visited off and on over the years, but as we got older and worked more and more, trips became business ones and I rarely stayed more than a few days, although I learned so much cooking with my nonna and several of her friends.
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“This week has been amazing,” I hear Anabelle tell my cousin as I answer a call from one of the restaurants. As much as I’d love to stay away from work some things just require my attention. So I give them an hour of my day. “Fabio says…” I don’t here the rest because they’ve gone off on the path around Soren’s villa. We’re here to visit for a week after our tour of Italy. My cousin is being the perfect host and I’m doing my best not to be jealous because I should have nothing to jealous about. My wife has my seed dripping down her legs as we speak, but the animal in me still wants all testosterone away from her.
As soon as the call is over. I jump up and go looking for them and Soren’s carrying my wife in his arms this way. “What the fuck?” I take her from him.
“I’m fine.”
“She nearly fainted,” Soren snarls. “I’ll call the doctor.” He pulls his phone out which I suppose was hard to do while carrying her back here.