Luca reached around her body and pressed his fingers against her button as he pumped with force from below. With his other hand, he pinched and fondled her budding nipple. Tammy reached back and fisted a handful of his silky strands, and held on as Luca fucked her like the expert that he was. She rocked, instinctively, along with his perfected rhythm as she chased her impending orgasm with frenzied desperation.
“Got-damnit, Luca! Fuuuuck!” Tammy cried out.
“Yeah, baby. You gonna come all over my cock like a good wife?”
Luca rubbed her clit, and he hammered her pussy with a relentlessness that allowed no other option than eruption. Tammy shuddered violently. As she exploded around him, she could feel him throughout her entire body.
“Ohhhh…ohhhh, my, g—” she choked.
Her heart was racing, her breathing was rapid, and she would have been totally okay with a nap had her man been as satisfied as she was. But her work was not done.
She pulled herself from his still hard dick that had been thoroughly lubricated by her juices. Somehow mustering enough strength to stand, she turned and held her hand out to Luca. The picture of him slouched in a chair, donning a huge wet hard-on was enough to reignite Tammy’s arousal.
“Damn, baby, you are a whole lot of man,” she told him as he took her hand.
“I know,” he admitted with a confident grin.
Luca stood and pulled Tammy to the chair, positioning her on her knees. He pushed her face against the back of the chair and whispered, “My turn.”
Luca smacked her bottom, causing her to stiffen. Tammy was distracted as he rubbed away the sting, so she wasn't expecting the sensation of Luca’s warm tongue lapping the tight ring of her ass. Tammy tensed and clutched the back of the chair. She went to call out his name but only accomplished a whimper. Provocative heat rushed, like lava, through her veins from being placed in a position that was so vulnerable and submissive.
After saturating her well, Luca stood straight. Tammy looked back and caught a glimpse of his strong chiseled frame. His solid chest and sculpted abs flexed as he stroked his beautiful dick. As he moved closer, Tammy was nervous and excited about what was going to happen.
Tammy held her breath as Luca placed the thick member against her tight anal opening.
“Tammy, my love, you have to relax,” he said gently.
Tammy let out a rush of air and allowed herself to relax. Luca reached around her body and went for her clit. He circled and pinched the swollen bundle of nerves until Tammy was panting and pushing her ass against his dick. Luca was driving her mad with lust. He had her mewing like a cat in heat. But when he pushed the large head of his cock through the tight entrance, Tammy went instantly silent. She cringed and held her breath, experiencing a sensation that could only be described as…pain.
It hurt!
“Lu-ca,” she grunted.
Reciting his name in a plea, he had to know how big his dick was.
“Breath, baby. Relax the muscle,” he instructed with care.
Tammy exhaled the breath that she was holding and relaxed the tightened muscle. Luca massaged her clit as he pushed further. Knowing that she was damaging the upholstery didn't stop Tammy from digging her nails into the chair. Thankfully, he finally submerged, balls deep. Hopefully, the worst was over. After a few gentle strokes, she was able to breathe and accept the invasion.
“Aghhh…bella,” Luca groaned as he gently fucked her ass.
Before Tammy knew it, she was not only welcoming his cock in her ass, but she was enjoying it. With both hands, Luca gripped her hips.
“Play with your pussy for me, baby.”
As instructed, Tammy reached down and fondled her clit. She eased one finger, then two, into her wet opening. It was blissfully erotic. She was filled completely, fucking her pussy while Luca rodded her ass. Hungry for every inch, Tammy eagerly backed up on his dick. She found herself desperately trying to thrust her pussy the way Luca was thrusting her ass.
“Oooh, Lu-. Ohh… yesss. Yesss,” she chanted breathlessly.
The sound resonating throughout the room of Luca’s hips slapping against her ass somehow magnified Tammy’s arousal. Luca roughly grabbed the back of her neck and forced her face further into the cushion.
“Aghh!”
Tammy absolutely loved it when Luca was rough. His aggression fueled her desire. So much so that she was unable to contain the explosive orgasm. Without regard for being overheard, Tammy, trembling from head to toe, cried out in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Luca encouraged, increasing his strokes.
To Tammy’s surprise, Luca’s dick seemed to grow even larger as he fucked and stretched her to the limit. His grip on her hips tightened, his breathing increased, and his thrusts became fierce.
“Ughh! I’m—”
Luca growled ferociously, and with one last powerful thrust, he pumped hot semen into Tammy’s ass.
“Damn!” he grunted loudly as he collapsed on her back. He used the back of the chair to bear most of his weight and whispered breathlessly in her ear.
“Now, every part of you belongs to me, cara.”
Tammy reached back and rubbed Luca’s sweat drenched hair.
“It would appear that you're right,” she purred.
Luca slowly removed his not yet flaccid penis from Tammy’s ass and stood. He helped her to her feet and slid his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. At that moment, Tammy couldn't have felt more loved and cherished. Luca placed a sweet kiss on the side of her head.
“I’ll run you a bath. The hot water will help with the soreness.”
Admittedly, Tammy was sore, but the ache served as a reminder of just how powerfully virile her man was.
“Come,” he said, grabbing her hand, pulling her toward the bathroom.
She followed him until it occurred to her that Luca hadn't shared his good news with her.
“Wait, Luca. What’s the news?”
“Yes, I forgot. The...what do you ladies call it? Oh, lockdown. The lockdown is over. You can go back to planning the wedding.”
Tammy smiled. She was happy that the lockdown was over because that meant that Beverly could leave. But truth be told, she had never stopped planning her wedding.
“That’s great, baby, but are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”
“No. Bath. Come,” Luca ordered.
His tight-lipped attitude was frustrating, but Tammy didn't wanna ruin the moment. So she let it go and followed him into the bathroom.
CHAPTER 23
TRACY
Tracy stuffed her clothes into the small overnight bag and tossed it on the floor by the door. No matter how much she loved Victoria and Jack’s estate, there was no place like home. She had things to do. She needed to get back into the office. She did as much work as she could from Victoria’s, but she didn't have the resources that working in her office would provide.
As she collected her toiletries from the bathroom, she studied herself in the mirror. Her dark skin was clear and smooth and with her hair in two cornrows, she looked younger than usual. Tracy’s eyes lowered to her slightly swollen belly. She, instinctively, placed a protective hand over her baby.
Not too long ago, Tracy wasn't even sure that she wanted to keep her baby. But, at that moment, the only thing she felt was true love.
In order to be more comfortable, Tracy pulled the elastic waistband of her Victoria’s Secrets yoga pants under her belly. As of late, a t-shirt and yoga pants were the uniform of the day. But Tracy was going back to work. Which meant she needed to shop for a work wardrobe that fit.
Tracy placed her personal items in a small bag and went to leave the bathroom, but then she realized that, of course, she had to pee again. As she pulled down her pants and plopped down on the toilet, it became clear to Tracy that she would spend the majority of her pregnancy on the toilet. She propped her elbows on her thighs, rested her face in her hands, and relieved herself.
Tracy
’s head flew up when she heard the sound of the bedroom door open and close.
“Just a minute!” she shouted from the bathroom.
Since she was alone in her assigned guest room, she hadn't bothered to close the door. Tracy tugged at the roll of toilet paper, but the footsteps got closer.
“I’m on the toilet!” she warned.
“Yes. I can see that.”
The deep baritone was coming from Francis. He was leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, donning a sexy smirk. The sight of him nearly took Tracy’s breath away. He was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and combat boots, a look that she had never seen on Francis. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead. A five o'clock shadow gave him the “hot, bad boy” look. There was a young and mischievous air about him. Had she not been sitting on a toilet, embarrassed as hell, Tracy might have swooned.
“Francis!” she screeched. “I’m on the toilet!”
“Again, I can see that. Do you need assistance?”
“No! Get out!”
Francis furrowed his brow and uncrossed his arms. “Why? Do you take number two?” he asked.
“What?! No!” Tracy gasped. “Oh my God, Francis. Get out!”
Tracy was mortified. She’d never had a man, not even Steve, watch her pee.
“No. I’ve missed you. Clean yourself so that I can hold you.”
“No?” Tracy repeated.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Did he plan on watching her wipe?
“Tracy, I have touched, kissed, sucked, and licked every part of you. My eyes won't leave you until I’ve held you to my satisfaction.”
“Francis-—
“Andiamo. Hurry up, donna.”
Tracy rolled her eyes as she wiped. After her second wipe, she stood and corrected her clothing. She walked over to the sink to wash her hands, and Francis hugged her from behind. He inhaled her scent and kissed the side of her neck, and lowered himself just low enough to press his generous dick against her ass. As she washed her hands, Tracy could feel a tightening of her nipples, and a throb in her core. Francis’ very presence made her body react in a way that it had never reacted before.
Francis grabbed a hand towel from the vanity and handed it to Tracy. As she dried her hands, he covered her belly with his big hand.
“How is my bambino?” he whispered in her ear.
“So far, so good.”
Francis pulled her close to him and caressed her face. “Did you miss me?”
“I did,” Tracy answered honestly.
“I missed you,” he said as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He pressed his lips to hers and licked the seam of her mouth. Before she knew it, she was melting into his big body, kissing him with a desperation that demonstrated exactly how much she truly missed him. Tracy held on tight as Francis’ tongue probed her hungry mouth. His hands wandered her body, caressing her neck to her swollen breasts, then ultimately her ass. He moaned into her mouth and lifted her on the vanity. Tracy was so desperate to feel him that she wished she could “Bewitched nose wiggle” out of her clothes.
The kiss became feverish. She could hear herself panting.
“Hey, Tracy!” Victoria shouted, her voice the equivalent of a cold bucket of water.
“Aww, shit. I’m sorry,” she said, backing out of the doorway. “I didn't know that…my bad.”
Francis pulled back, but the look in his eye was that of a hungry lion.
“It’s okay, Victoria. Were you coming to summon Tracy to the meeting?”
“Yep. But we can wait.”
“No. It’s okay. Thank you.”
Francis placed his hand on Tracy’s shoulders and kissed her sweetly on the forehead. “Go with Victoria. I need to make a few adjustments,” he grinned.
Tracy chuckled and wiped her gloss from his lips.
“I’ll see you downstairs.”
Tracy walked out of the bathroom, and, together, she and Victoria exited the bedroom. Victoria turned to Tracy with a puzzled expression.
“What?” Tracy questioned as she straightened out her clothes.
“What is it with y’all and bathrooms?”
FRANCIS
When Francis entered the parlor, everyone else was ready and waiting. They were looking to Luca to explain why the meeting was called. Except for Tracy and Gianni, the family knew Luca to be the man in charge of the darker side of the family. But if he were a gambling man, Francis would bet that Natasha knew the truth as well.
Francis’ eyes landed on his donna. With no makeup and her long hair in braids, he could see exactly how beautiful she really was. Tracy’s natural beauty was actually making him long for a daughter that would resemble her.
“Would you like a drink?”
Francis turned from Tracy to the feminine voice. It was a woman he’d never seen before.
“No. Thank you,” he responded, turning to Luca.
Luca gestured with his head to meet in the hall. Once in the hall, Luca explained that the woman was Tammy’s long lost, junkie mother. Halfway through the long story, Francis interrupted.
“Get her out of here. We don't know her, and this is a family meeting.”
Luca simply nodded his compliance.
“Have one of the men take her to wherever she’s staying so that we can get started.”
“Si,” Luca acquiesced as he walked away.
Francis re-entered the parlor and walked over to the bar. The woman, Beverly, narrowed her eyes at him as he poured himself a whiskey. He knocked back his drink without a second thought about her offended glare. For some reason, Francis instantly didn't like the woman. Though most didn't realize it, Francis made it a point to watch the people around him. In the short time since he’d re-entered the room, the woman’s eyes went from him to Jack, from Jack to Gianni, from Gianni to Luca, then back to him. It was as if she was picking her meal from a menu. Her wandering eyes wouldn't have been so intolerable if they hadn't landed on Luca, her daughter’s fiancé. This was not a woman that could be trusted.
Lorenzo entered the room and walked over to Beverly. “Please come with me, donna.”
“What? Where am I going?” Beverly protested.
“It’s safe now. I’m taking you home.”
“Home? But—”
“This way please,” Lorenzo insisted.
Beverly’s eyes landed on Tammy as if waiting for her to intervene, but Tammy said nothing. What Francis saw on Tammy’s face was relief as Lorenzo hurried her from the room. The look that Gianni and Jack shared gave Francis the impression that they were pleased that she was gone as well. Francis didn't know what all he’d missed where Beverly was concerned, but it wasn't a priority for him.
“There was an issue of safety,” Luca began, getting the family’s attention. “But it’s been resolved.”
“What kind of issue?” Victoria asked.
Somehow, Francis knew that she would be the first to ask a question. Victoria was fearless, and she could be relentless with her curiosity. Tammy would never ask, and Tracy wouldn't ask in front of others. Natasha was like Francis. She did more listening and watching than talking.
“The kind that’s been dealt with, so we can prepare to leave for Paris, right after Tamara’s dreadful bachelorette party.”
Luca’s frown made the ladies giggle. His cousin was not pleased that Tammy was having a party that involved sweaty, naked men. And Francis didn't blame him. If they were to marry, Tracy wouldn't have been allowed to have such a party.
Damn! Was he really thinking about marriage?
If he were to be honest, marrying Tracy wasn't the worst idea. After all, they were having a baby. In Sicily, people married for much less. Business, family promises, and debts owed were just a few reasons.
“You can go back to business as usual.”
“Oh, by usual you mean…we go to work, and big, mean Sicilians will follow from twenty feet behind?” Tracy quipped.
“Yes. Normal,” Luca confirmed wi
th a smirk.
Tammy stood from the sofa and walked over to Luca. “Well I, for one, am ecstatic. I can't wait to marry you,” she said, wrapping her arms around Luca’s neck.
Luca eyes lit up as he pulled her close. Seeing love radiating from his cousin gave Francis peace. With his gruff exterior and playboy tendencies, Francis never thought that Luca would settle down with a wife. And he never thought that he’d turn out to be the type of father that he’d been to Tammy’s son, David.
Francis was proud.
Luca kissed Tammy’s forehead. Francis could tell that he didn't want to let her go, but there were things to discuss.
“Jack, Gianni, can we talk outside?” Luca requested.
The men left the room. Francis knew that Luca was about to fill in a few details for them. They couldn't be expected to keep their families safe if they were left in the dark. Besides, Gianni was family and, through the casino, Gianni was responsible for laundering most of the Savelli money. In addition, although Jack was not of Savelli blood, he was still family. Not to mention the fact that Jack was wealthy enough to purchase his own mafia. The American businessman was the new Cosa Nostra.
Francis walked over to Tracy and asked, “Are you ready to go home?”
Tracy hopped up from the sofa, and Francis wished that she wouldn't move so fast.
“Yep. My bags are at the door.”
She was practically giddy. Maybe Tracy was as eager as he was to reacquaint his cock with her warm center.
TRACY
“Oh... damn, Francis,” Tracy breathed.
On the cuff of another orgasm, her head rolled from side to side against the pillow as Francis sucked her sensitive nipples while finger-teasing her clit.
He had licked, sucked, kissed, flicked, teased, and massaged her into explosion, four times without penetrating her with his magnificent dick. It was as if he was trying to make up for every orgasm that she’d missed while he was away.
Little did Francis know that every night, before Tracy went to sleep, she played with herself while imagining him fucking her.
Tracy rolled against his fingers. Her body was pleading for more of him. She wanted, no needed him to enter her. It was the connection she craved; the closeness. And just as she was preparing to beg, Francis climbed over her and pressed the fat head of his dick to her opening. It was as if he had been reading her mind. He looked down at her, and Tracy could swear that he could see the desperation in her eyes.
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