Chocolate and Italian Wine (Music and Mayhem Book 1)

by Lili Porter

  “Fuuuck!” Paolo roared, smirk gone, head falling back, as his hand held the back of Kari’s head, the other fondling her breasts. He began to thrust slowly in her mouth. He could feel her tongue under his dick, licking it as her lips suctioned his girth, her mouth watering, getting him good and wet. Kari’s mouth was sliding over his length, when she began making a ring with her thumb and index finger, twisting the head of his cock as she sucked the mushroom head. His muscles tensed and his head shot forward. “Ahhh,” he groaned, as his voice took on a deep bass tone. She released him and sucked on the underside of his big member, going lower until his balls were inside her mouth. “Baby,” he croaked, trying not to thrust.

  She was on her belly now, pumping his cock with her hand. Her breasts were bouncing and swinging as she hung slightly off the bed stroking him as she continued to tongue his balls. He drew her head back to get her to look at him. Her beautiful brown eyes stared seductively at him as he pulled away from her mouth.

  He flipped Kari to her back and stood over her, ripping the lace panties off, throwing the material over his shoulder, and pulling her legs around his waist as his cock sank into her warmth, balls deep. She licked her lips and her muscles immediately tightened on him, as he fell over her, kissing her again, holding her tightly around her waist. “Kari.” Her name was whispered like a prayer. He began moving in her.

  “Oh, Paolo, baby, don’t stop, yeah, just like that,” she moaned into his mouth.

  “Ahh, fuck, baby,” he groaned as his tight ass rose and fell atop her. “My balls want to explode.”

  Their bodies crashed into one another over and over as she writhed beneath him, undulating her lovely body in that way that drove him wild. After a long while, his hand cupped her face. Kari’s eyes opened to see him watching her and the way he moved was so irresistible to her that she felt as though her body was burning up from a fever. Something changed in her. He pressed his body into hers, and she knew no drug could ever match the high of even one stroke of his magnificence. Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, Paolo worshiped between her thighs, rotating his hips, pushing in deep, and pulling out to the head. He did this to her again and again, driving Kari to the brink of orgasm each time his pelvis circled.

  Moving ever so slowly he was in the zone, swearing that her pussy was the eighth wonder of the world. She loved him back with wild abandon, withholding nothing, giving all of herself.

  When her hands tangled in his hair, the session became primal, with her pulling it and his kisses bruising her lips. She raised her head a little to push against his mouth. His hard, strong body pounded against her soft, curvy flesh. Their sweat intermingled, and she watched him tear his mouth away from her to appraise her. She impaled him with her eyes, and it nearly sent him over the edge. Her full lips, swollen from his passion, began kissing and biting him along his jaw line. Gawd she loved him. He made her feel things she’d never felt. Her heart opened up and overflowed with her feelings for him and her eyes filled with tears. She closed them and the tears rolled down the sides of her face.

  Paolo was lost in the moment, consumed by the woman he loved so madly, licking her and then he suddenly tasted the salt water trailing down her lovely face. Looking up, his eyes roved over her face with alarm. He stopped moving. She could feel his body tense. She opened her eyes to see him inspecting her.

  “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” he asked, panting in that deep baritone of his.

  She closed her eyes again, shaking her head and raised up to kiss his lips. “Don’t stop,” she said.

  “Why are you crying?” he asked, refusing to continue, and wiping her tears.

  “I just love you, is all,” she answered. “I love you a lot.”

  He relaxed and smiled at her. “I love you, too, baby. So much.”

  Then Paolo started to move again, the monster between his legs demanding to be fed with the flesh of the woman underneath him. After a time, the two exploded in unison, each releasing and slipping into a place that no one else could take either one of them. They were meant to be.

  Paolo pulled her into a tight embrace. Nuzzling her neck, he breathed, “You’re mine, Karisma,” rising up to look her in the eye so that she understood his full meaning. “Always. Do you understand?” He traced her lips with his index finger and pushed it into her mouth. She sucked it as she moaned on the digit. Her hand came up to rest on the side of his face, and he reclaimed his finger, trailing it’s wetness down her neck, she moaned again and nodded.

  “I’m yours, Paolo.”

  He kissed her so passionately that she couldn’t breathe. Tugging his soft thick hair, she looked into his eyes and told him, “You’re mine, too.” She tightened her thighs around his for emphasis.

  He smirked at her, and then said, “Si, Io sono tuo amore mio, per sempre.” He told her he was hers forever, and while she didn’t understand the words, she knew he had agreed.

  “Ask me again, Paolo,” she said quietly, peering into his sapphire eyes.

  He looked at her and his face split into a huge smile. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever shown her. “Karisma Montgomery, the first time I asked you to marry me you called me Tony fucking Soprano. Will you do it again?”

  She shook her head no while staring into his eyes.

  “Very well, then. I love you very much, Karisma. I love you so much that I would lay down my very life for you. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and in the short time I’ve known you, you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’m asking if you would make my life complete, and do me the honor of becoming my wife. So, Miss Montgomery, will you marry me?”

  She smiled broadly at him. “Bet you didn’t even get me a ring, did you?” she teased, not answering the proposal.

  “You’ll know if you answer the question, woman,” he said, with a sly smile.

  “Yes, Paolo, I’ll marry you. I love you so much my heart hurts,” she said, kissing his chest and closing her eyes.

  He lifted her chin to look at him. He stroked it with his index finger. “I want your heart to be filled with love, not hurt. I promise to you, I’ll never intentionally hurt you, Kari,” he said. “Do you believe me about Maria Elena?”

  “Yes, I believe you,” Karisma said.

  “Good,” he said, holding her gaze with his own.

  “Hey, don’t get mad, but I let her in here earlier. Don’t know if she’s just crazy, but she’s pretty convinced you’re still marrying her,” she peered at him. “What are you telling her, Paolo?”

  “One, I’ve told her a dozen times that we’re not getting married. So yeah, she’s crazy. Two, it wasn’t a good idea to let her in, because going back to one, she’s crazy. Stay away from her, babe.”

  “I have no intention of getting together with her again, but if I hadn’t talked with her, we,” Kari gestured to the two of them, “wouldn’t be here right now having this conversation. I had to find out for myself.”

  “Si. Now, don’t you worry about her, wife to be. Your man will take care of everything,” he said, bending to kiss her breasts, loving the hell out of them and growing hard again.

  “Paolo,” she called him out of his trance. He looked up at her. “Where’s the ring?”

  He bound from the bed and went over to his small duffle bag, opening it up and pulling out a deep blue velvet box.

  Karisma sat up in bed, turned on the light on the nightstand and ran her hands excitedly through her disheveled curly hair. She watched Paolo get back in bed with a wide grin on his sexy face and then he opened up the box and took the ring out, slipping it onto her extended hand. It was a perfect fit! “Oh yeah,” she said, holding the ring up, admiring the gigantic diamond as it sparkled like the fourth of July on her long elegant finger. “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” she said like a child in awe. “It’s so beautiful!” She kissed him.

  He chuckled, and moved between her legs. “Yeah, but they can’t bring you pleasure like this,” Paol
o said, going down on her.

  “No, not like this,” she gasped.

  ***

  Later that night, after flushing the toilet, Paolo went to the sink. Turning on the water, he noticed the pills thrown all over the sink and countertop. He picked one up and turned it over, inspecting it. Was this fucking speed? He gathered them all up and put them back into the bottle.

  He walked back into the bedroom, and shook Karisma awake. She was on her stomach and opened one eye to look at him. Squatting beside her, holding the bottle up her face, he asked, “What the fuck is this?”

  She looked at him and then at the bottle. Shit, she thought. She continued to look at him and the bottle of pills. She rose up and said, “They’re prescribed. I need them to work. They keep me up.”

  “You’re taking speed to work? Why?” He looked at the bottle again and she reached for it, but he moved his arm away too quickly for her to grab it. “How often are you taking this shit?”

  “Paolo…” she started.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he said.

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve!” she said, angrily. “And I wasn’t going to lie. I take them when I need them.”

  “How often?” he asked, losing patience.

  “I told you! I take them when I need them!”

  “I asked you how often you take these, Karisma,” he asked, getting angry now.

  “Look, stop grilling me, dammit! I take those pills to stay up because I take the damn sleeping pills you gave me to sleep.” She raised her knees to her chest.

  He looked at her hard. “Did you take any earlier?”

  She nodded, feeling vulnerable. She lowered her forehead to her knees.

  “Fuck!” he hissed.

  “I’m not hooked on them, Paolo. I don’t have to have them,” she lied.

  “Fucking right about that. This shit is going down the toilet.” He turned and went back into the bathroom.

  Panicked, she jumped out of bed, shouting, “No, Paolo!” She ran into the bathroom behind him. “You can’t.”

  “Why?” he asked, with a hard look.

  “Sometimes when I take the sleeping pills, I can’t wake up completely, they help me to function. I can stay up,” she admitted, looking at the bottle in Paolo’s hand, and then at him.

  “Fuck that. You don’t need this shit. The sleeping pills either, baby.”

  She swallowed. He flushed them down the toilet. She turned on her heels and stomped out of the en suite.

  “You think I’m a damn junkie or something, Paolo?” she yelled, whirling on him.

  “No, I’d never let that happen. You don’t need that stuff, Kari.”

  She glared at him and lay back down, pulling the covers up to her neck. He watched her as she shot daggers at him from the bed. He stood with his hands on his hips, and exhaled loudly. Finally, he walked over and got in behind her, spooning her.

  “It’s okay, baby,” he said. “I’m here, and I love you.” He kissed her neck.

  She nodded. “I know.”

  “No more fucking pills. You hear me?”

  She nodded. “I hear you,” she said in softly. Shit, she thought as she snuggled closer into him. He was right. She didn’t need the pills.

  25

  Paolo sat with his back against the headboard watching television, shaking his head at the latest gossip about him and Karisma. The Italian press had truly become obsessed with their relationship and it didn’t set well with him, not to mention his family. He was under some pretty uncomfortable scrutiny. Plus, asking for her hand in marriage was very risky all around. Yet, he had to ensure that she was by him and part of him forever. He had to seal the deal. She had become...like breathing.

  Not an impulsive man by nature, the proposal without his father’s blessing was likely to be considered quite rebellious, but no one, family included, would come between him and his love for Karisma. It wasn’t ideal that she was a superstar, a woman known and loved worldwide, but if she hadn’t been, he never would have known her, found her, or felt her touch. And now that she was going to become Mrs. Paolo Montovani, he would never deprive her of her career, which she loved. He believed it to be part of her very soul. He smiled. Even if he asked Karisma to give up her career, he would have no doubt gotten a stern, “hell no.” Conversation over.

  He looked up at Kari as she walked into the bedroom suite barefoot, wearing a white t-shirt and blue cotton shorts, pulling a hotel service cart with two covered meals on top. She was biting into one of the chocolates from the box he’d brought her last night. Her smile was so radiant, making him stir with such intense love that it was almost unbearable.

  “You are the most beautiful servant ever,” he said teasingly.

  “I’m here to feed you, sir. Breakfast time,” she purred. It made Paolo eager to eat the food before he started on his second feast—her.

  She bent over to kiss his lips as the smell of fresh coffee filled his nostrils. He pinched her nipples through her t-shirt, feeling them harden between his fingers. “Coffee and candy for breakfast?” he asked.

  “Jealous that’s been in my mouth and not you?” she sassed back playfully.

  “Absolutely,” he growled, pulling her in by her slender waist.

  She giggled. “I love chocolate and wine and you, Paolo.” She straddled his lap, making his growing hard-on press on the cotton material of his lounge pants. “Just be happy we’re not having wine and chocolate for breakfast, fiancé, I’ve been known to eat stuff like that.”

  She held out her hand to the cart full of food and Paolo watched her graceful moves, displaying what she’d wheeled in. “I think you’ll like what’s in here, baby.”

  She lifted up the lid and he let out a gust of laughter when he saw that she had brought him a bowl of Fruit Loops cereal, his favorite. “Now this is exactly why I’m marrying you. You know the way to my heart, beautiful!” he exclaimed, still laughing. Then he took of the dark brew she’d just poured for him.

  “I gotta keep my man happy. Since you do know I don’t cook, right?” she asked, raising her eyebrow and then turning to do the most seductive milk pour into a cereal bowl that Paolo had ever seen.

  “You do know I like to eat, right? And judging from this ass right here, you eat on a regular basis, too,” he said, squeezing her butt.

  ”But I don’t cook it,” she said, quickly adding, “I’d learn to make spaghetti for you, though. Can’t be too hard, a box of noodles and a jar of sauce.”

  “Hush your mouth, woman!” Paolo exclaimed. “All of Italy would be offended by such a statement.” Then he grew more serious. “You really can’t cook? That’s why you’ve never made me anything?”

  “Don’t look so scared, Paolo,” she said laughing. “In all seriousness, I would learn to make something if you wanted me to. I’ve watched Stella work her magic. But…she will be doing the cooking. Eat your cereal, Paolo.”

  “I have a cook, too,” Paolo said.

  “Yeah, but I want my cook,” Kari replied. Her word was final, clearly not open for discussion, Paolo realized.

  “Can she give you lessons?” Paolo asked, quite seriously.

  “Come on, Paolo, cooking’s not my bag. Lyrics and music, now you’re speaking my language.” She noticed the alarm on his face. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Blame my mother. She never taught me how to cook,” she said apologetically, while sipping her cup of creamer with a splash of coffee.

  He stared at her as he crunched his cereal. “Nothing? You can’t make anything?”

  “Well, I don’t burn water, if that’s what you were thinking.” She giggled and spread her legs apart seductively, trying to distract him. Cooking talk equaled boring talk to her.

  He smiled a half smile, staring at her seductive tease. “I’m a big guy, babe. I eat a lot.”

  “Then Stella will take good care of you, baby,” she said, and gave him a glass of orange juice.

  He shook his head and drank it. Placing the empty glass next to his coffee, he put
down his bowl. “You have to eat more than coffee and chocolate, Kari,” he said, his hands returning to her nipples.

  “I thought you liked to eat chocolate all the time,” she said playfully.

  “This is true, you have me addicted,” he growled. “Now, I need my fix.”

  He began to kiss her flesh and nibble at her passionately, sending her into orbit.

  ***

  It was Sunday evening and the Montovanis were waiting for the arrival of the Bianchi clan. It wouldn’t be long. Pesci Marte was owned and operated by the family of the mayor of the town, a man strategically placed in that position through Montovani machinations. With their power and influence, the Montovanis bought and paid for Mayor Adamo Cicci, and his loyalty was not only expected, it was unquestioned.

  There were only a few tables occupied in the restaurant that evening, which was ideal, of course. In the corner, Paolo sat quietly drinking scotch with his father, as his mother chastised him for allowing Karisma to leave without saying goodbye. “I told you that she wanted you to know that she appreciated your being kind to her, Mama. You’ll see her soon,” he assured her.