Italian Mountain Man (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 93)

by Flora Ferrari

  Making her feel this kind of pleasure, and the climax I know she’s damn close to having, brings me more pleasure than anything in the world.

  But I haven’t been inside her yet either, and I know that’s going to top that which is currently untoppable.

  Her taste. Her writhing on the sheets.

  I bring one finger to the area just at the bottom of her pussy, applying pressure while I slide another digit inside…clearing a path for my tongue but it just doesn’t work.

  She’s too damn tight. Too damn perfect. And mine, dammit!

  I feel her take my hand as she pushes it into her chest while her other tiny hand grabs my wrist, willing my finger deeper inside me.

  “Fuck me, Lorenzo. Fuck me.”

  My mouth comes off her and I can’t get out of my only piece of clothing fast enough, throwing it to the side so hard I hear the lamp fall and break but no way in hell am I stopping.

  I mount her, placing the crown of my cock at her opening, running the head through her folds as she whimpers, slamming her head on the bed from side to side.

  “I need you inside me.”

  “Where? Tell me where?”

  “Inside me.”

  “Where inside you?”

  “My pussy.”

  The word I was looking for causes my body to jerk and my forearms to become tight as coiled ropes. And my whole body feels like a coiled cobra right now, ready to strike.

  “Fuck you smell so good, Lucia.”

  I lean forward running my nose up the side of her neck as I breath in her scent before taking her earlobe in-between my teeth.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock.”

  She shakes and I grab her chin with one hand, holding her in place. I squeeze slightly and then kiss her lips hard.

  She kiss me back like a woman possessed and then pulls away.

  “No more kissing. No more foreplay. Fuck me, Lorenzo…and fuck me good.”

  There’s only one first time and I’m going to give the both of us a memory that will last forever.

  “You’ve always been mine since the day you were born, just like I’ve always been yours. We just didn’t know until four years ago, but now…now it’s time to make you mine in every way.”

  I cock my hips back and thrust inside her, opening her up as I take her for the first time.

  I howl like a wolf, my voice hoarse from the cool night air and all the talking I’ve been doing.

  No more time for talking.

  I slowly pull my hips back, my cock sliding out of her excruciatingly slow.

  Staring into her eyes I see that she’s both completely present and completely somewhere else at the same time.

  Her eyes are open so wide it’s damn near scary as finally the last of my shaft leaves her and just the tip remains inside.

  “You okay, precious?”

  She nods. “Uh huh.”

  “That was a lot to take.”

  Just as I go to say I’m sorry she cuts me off. “I wanted it. I asked for it. And now I want it again. Give it to me. Give me your cock, Lorenzo!” she calls out into the night.

  Well, if the cops were tracking us they sure as hell know where we are now.

  But I don’t care. Her need, her demands, the perfect pitch of her voice turns me the fuck on just like every other part of her.

  I slide my dick back inside wondering why I’d ever pull out of her again.

  Her pussy fits like a glove telling us both where we belong…together. There’s no telling where one of us ends and the other begins because we are now one. Forever and always how it was meant to be.

  “Fuck I’m not going to last long.”

  “Me either.”

  I start rocking my hips in rhythm as my hand slides to her throat, massaging it, feeling her swallow underneath my grip.

  Knowing how she trusts me, knowing I could crush my little snowflake in my hand right now but of course there’s no way in hell I ever would. I can’t even believe the thought passed through my head, but damn I’m still a dark man.

  I live in the hills by myself like a savage, but that’s about to change as soon as I breed her, which is seconds away.

  “Are you ready to take my seed.”

  “Yes.”

  “All of it?”

  “Every last drop.”

  “Good, because I’ve been saving it all for you. All these years and now it’s time to give it all to you.”

  I release her throat and both hands take her hips as I fuck her like a wild man, her body flailing like a ragdoll as she screams and I just keep going.

  “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh…”

  I feel her walls close in around my cock and my balls pull up and my whole world stops.

  Her pussy squeezes me tight and then releases as I feel her cunt cover me in a tidal wave of wetness which sends my biological breeding clock into panic mode knowing that I’ve found the perfect woman to mate with and to make the most of my chance, my mind still not accepting that I found the one. She’s just too damn perfect.

  My body takes over and I feel my dick pull back slightly just before it comes blasting forward like a cannon shooting a ball of come deep inside her followed by more thick white ropes of seed as I fill her completely.

  My body jerks, and my shoulders hunch. I tuck my hips, burying my cock as far inside her as humanly possible as I continue to fertilize her womb with what will become our child.

  My body won’t stop, more aftershocks…a twitch in my neck…a clear feeling of my pulse in my throat.

  My body is in a place it’s never been before…inside her.

  She flops once like a fish and then her pussy locks on with a vice like grip before she explodes on my dick again, covering me, our juices mixing as they slide down the crack of her ass.

  I cup my hand and place it at her opening applying pressure. I don’t want a single sperm getting loose.

  This is the perfect conception…the first time.

  This is what I want, a child. A child conceived within minutes of me entering her. That’s how life is supposed to be lived.

  To mate. To fill her with babies forever. And to build a legacy together.

  I kiss her hard before falling forward onto the bed, her body underneath mine.

  “I can’t move,” I say, feeling my weight pressing her into the mattress.

  “Don’t! Please. Just lay like this with me.”

  “Aren’t I smothering you?”

  “In a good kind of way.”

  “You need to breath, woman.”

  “You took my breath away a long time ago and I haven’t caught it since.”

  I smile. It would sound corny as hell if it was in some movie, but this is better than anything Hollywood could dream up. This is real, just as her words ring true.

  How do I know?

  Because I feel exactly the same way…and have since the moment I laid eyes on her.

  And now I’m lying on top of her, my cock still buried deep inside her.

  The night is young and I have no plans to stop. We’re going to keep going, making young’uns until the sun comes up.

  It’s time to leave my mark inside her…and now that I’ve started there’s no stopping me now.

  CHAPTER 10

  Lucia

  For the next two days all we do is sleep, make love, and order “room service” from Alessandro’s wife.

  The small roadside motel has cleared out, every guest come and gone except us.

  We’re as loud as we want to be, not worrying about anyone hearing us in what are practically blizzard conditions.

  I can’t get cell phone reception and neither can Lorenzo.

  Good.

  Who needs it when we have each other?

  We manage to borrow a VCR, yes a tape deck, from Alessandro and some movies.

  “Who is your favorite Italian actor?” Lorenzo asks.

  “Robert De Niro.”

  “What?”

  “You w
ere expecting Al Pacino?”

  “I was expecting a real Italian. Come on. Aren’t you the daughter of a Don? You’re not Italian unless you’re born in Italy. Those guys are from New York.”

  “Which is Little Italy of its own.”

  “True, but they weren’t born here, like the best actor that ever graced the screen, Marcello Mastroianni.”

  “You like the older actors?”

  “Very funny.”

  “Did they have color TV when you were a kid?”

  Lorenzo puts down the VHS boxes and dives back into bed. I try and pull the covers up and over my head but it’s too late. He tickles me relentlessly and I laugh harder than I ever have before.

  This is what life’s all about.

  Sure, it’s nice to live in an amazing villa in a beautiful part of Italy, but I’d prefer to be locked up in this simple roadside motel any day of the week…as long as Lorenzo was here with me.

  “Speaking of kids, we should talk about names,” he says.

  “You really think I’m pregnant already?”

  “I know you are, and regardless I’m going to keep filling you with my seed until there’s no denying it.”

  “What about my father?”

  “What about him?”

  “He’s going to kill you.”

  “I’ll take care of that.”

  “You’re going to approach him man to man?”

  “Why not?”

  “Oh no. We’re better off running away.”

  “Where would we go?” he asks playfully with a sparkle in his eye. Wow, the ideas never occurred to me as I’m practically a captive at home.

  “That’s a good question.”

  “Let’s start with some of your favorite beaches in Italy.”

  “Okay…Chia Beach in Sardinia. Hmm, maybe Furore beach along the Amalfi Coast.”

  “Now we’re talking,” he says but doesn’t allow me to answer as his lips find mine.

  “We could watch movies with Sophia Loren, Isabella Rossellini, and Monica Bellucci since we can’t agree on a favorite male actor.”

  “I don’t care about other women. The only woman I want to see is the one who stars in all my dreams…you.”

  “Awww, but come on? Monica Bellucci is beautiful.”

  “She’s got nothing on you.”

  I wrap my arms around his back as best I can. He’s just too wide and too thick to get all the way around him.

  “What were we saying about kids names?” I joke, kind of, as he slides out of his clothes and pulls my panties down. I’m not even sure how I got dressed again, if lying around in only panties is considered dressed these days.

  “How about Leonardo or Michelangelo. Maybe Donatello.”

  “Throw in Raphael and we’ve got all four Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” I joke, my hands moving to his sides, tickling him quickly.

  “And you know what all of those men were?”

  “Artists?”

  “That’s right, but even with all their creativity they never could have dreamt up someone as beautiful as you.”

  He places his cock at my already soaked entrance and slowly slides into me, rocking in and out slowly as his lips stay glued to mine.

  God, how much I love this man.

  This may be so new in some ways, but it’s been brewing for longer than it takes to enter university and exit with a degree…four years.

  And how many men and women go to college and find a partner and get married when they graduate or shortly thereafter?

  Plenty.

  I may not have gone to college, but I didn’t need to. I grew up in the school of hard knocks and this rough and rugged man is the dean of dishing out punishment if anyone ever tries to harm me.

  He’s older, more experienced, and self-sufficient.

  He’s fine on his own, but he chose me to be his, just as I chose him.

  Maybe I’m an old soul or maybe I’m just attracted to everything he is.

  Regardless it doesn’t matter. When I look into his eyes I see a man who loves me, and one I love.

  And you don’t need a degree, or time, to pass the test of understanding what that feels like.

  It’s natural, basic, and emotional.

  And he’s given me everything I ever wanted and more.

  And soon I’ll give him what he wants more than anything, except me.

  A baby. Our baby. As we start our family together.

  CHAPTER 11

  Lorenzo

  The next morning I come back from the motel reception with our breakfast. The snow has let up and a lot of it is actually starting to melt. It’s crazy how much we missed just locked up in that motel room, the two of us. The whole world could have ended and we wouldn’t have know it. All that mattered was that we were together.

  Damn, I love this woman.

  I enter the room and see her standing there buck naked just looking at me with swollen lips and red marks on her chest.

  My beard must have scratched her, claimed her skin, marked her as mine.

  Her lips look puffy and a bit bruised, and their fullness makes me think immediately about how they’d look sliding up and down my cock. I get hard immediately, even though we’ve already had sex three times this morning. I made sure she came a trifecta of times before I found my own release.

  As crazy as it sounds I think I get even more pleasure watching her get off than I do myself. There’s something about seeing this woman melt in my arms, giving her heart and soul over to me that just hits me right in the fucking chest. I’m considered one hell of a man, but that was always because I was rough and rugged and looked like hell on two wheels when I’m on my bike.

  That was all fine and dandy, but this is different. This is what it means to be a real man, to see a woman and know that she means everything to you, more than your own life.

  To know how you’d do anything to protect her and make all her dreams come true, because they’re not just her dreams, they’re our dreams.

  Together.

  For years I never even realized half of me was missing, that I was incomplete. I believe in addition by subtraction. If I could just take away all the bullshit of everyday life my life could get so much better, and it did.

  I love living up in the Dolomites all alone.

  But not anymore. Can I still live there? Sure, once the snow clears. But I can’t live there, or anywhere, without her.

  A house is a structure built with four walls and a roof. A home is where she is, even if it’s a damn cardboard box on the side of the road in Naples, not that I’d ever allow her to live in such conditions of course.

  She’s my princess, soon to be my queen, and she deserves to be treated as such every day for the rest of her life.

  I may not have as much cash or resources as her father, but I have something else that matters much, much more.

  Love and respect for her.

  We enjoy the simple moments just as much as we do the sexy ones.

  We even talked about getting away from this life…doing it together.

  Just taking the money we have and opening up some seaside snack shop and living on love forever in the middle of nowhere.

  You don’t need money when you’ve got what we have. You only need each other.

  We finish off breakfast, have one more romp in the sheets, get cleaned up and head back out to the van.

  I pay the bill, thank the caretakers for all their Italian hospitably, and fire up ol’ Bessie and we’re off.

  “Are we…driving south?”

  I nod.

  “Back towards Calabria?”

  I nod again.

  “But, it’s only been a few days? We need to stay gone until someone contacts us…don’t we?”

  I hit the blinker and pull over into the small town of Agordo. It’s a postcard worthy town that can’t have more than five thousand inhabitants, but it’s known because it served as the home of Luxottica Group S.p.A, before they moved to Milan.