Model for the Mob: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  I glance at my phone, my chest lighting up when I read her last text.

  So glad you’re going to be home soon. I miss you so much.

  I let my head fall back on the headrest, closing my eyes so the sun glows blood-red against my eyelids, and wait until it’s time to see my queen again.

  I approach the room slowly, my body aching the closer I get. The men are all gone now, returned to security posts dotted around the property. Paulie and his men were injured but alive, thankfully, and it looks like they’re going to survive.

  I find it difficult to think about any of that when my manhood is pulsing in my pants.

  I swallow a ball of desire and then push the door open.

  Toto runs at me, tail wagging madly, panting and making his patented Toto whining noises. He jumps up on his hind legs, pawing at the air, his tongue hanging out the way it does when he wants to be picked up.

  I chuckle and scoop him into my arm. He immediately curls up, getting ready for another Toto specialty, sleeping in my arms.

  Maria and Lucy are sitting on the balcony, a checkers board set between them. I pause and take in the unbelievable simple perfection of the moment. My aunt and my woman are playing checkers together.

  How can something be so mundane and yet so beautiful at the same time?

  Lucy gazes at me, emotion writ across her face, her eyes glimmering. She’s wearing a gray hoodie and some sweatpants, but my eyes tear the clothes away, my mind flooded with the fresh naked image of her. I force it away, reminding myself that Maria is here.

  She stands and walks over, staring up at me with tears glinting in her eyes.

  “Luca,” she whispers.

  “Lucy.”

  I slide my hand over her shoulder and pull her close to me, Toto nestled between us. Maria turns and smiles at me, nodding as if to say, You did it, Luca. You kept her safe.

  “Is Aldo staying the night?” Maria asks after a moment.

  I rest my chin on Lucy’s head, holding her closer as I answer. “Yes. I think he’s in the garden.”

  “Excellent. Then I shall go and see him and leave you two alone. Come on, Toto.”

  I separate from Lucy, my body aching from the brief break in contact, and hand Toto to Maria. He protests for a moment, giving me a side-eye, but he’s soon whining contentedly when Maria strokes him behind the ears.

  She leaves the room, closing the door behind her. The lamplight makes the room hazy and atmospheric.

  Lucy turns towards the window, her arms folded across her middle, staring at the estate as the final moments of sunshine touch it. Her curvaceous figure becomes a silhouette, outlined dreamily, making it difficult for me to focus on anything except the way her pants hug her round juicy ass.

  I sense some pain in her. It’s in the way her shoulders tremble and the way her fingernails claw further and further around her body like she’s trying to hug herself. Like she’s forgotten that’s my job.

  I stalk up behind her and wrap my arms around her body, pressing myself against her.

  “What are you thinking about?” I ask.

  “I want to capture this moment,” she whimpers, her arms relaxing and her hands rising up to grip onto mine. “I want to remember how grateful I am that you returned. I want to have that forever, so I can remind myself of what we have.”

  “We have the world,” I whisper in her ear, kissing her cheek, my body blazing at the cute way she tilts her head. “We have each other and we have a future I’m willing to do anything to protect. I’m so sorry you were in that situation, Lucy. Nobody had ever dared to attack the estate before. I was arrogant. I’m replacing all our home defenses. Nobody will ever be able to touch us again.”

  She turns in my arms, looking up at me, her eyes brimming. Her hands claw onto my shoulders and she stares firmly at me like she wants us to melt into each other as badly as I need to. Like she knows how special every second together is.

  “So what are your plans for tonight?”

  She tilts her head, cute-as-fuck, and my manhood burns at the base, my shaft hardens, even more, my helm bulging as seed writhes up and down my hard cock in anticipation.

  “Are you trying to drop a hint, my sweet virgin mafia queen?”

  She smiles before she remembers to be shy, and then her expression falters. She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “Tell me,” I growl, moving my face closer to hers, our noses touching as we stare into each other’s eyes. “Tell me you’re ready.”

  She makes one of her adorable, sexy whimpering noises, the noise that burrows deep inside of me and right to my desire, roaring at me to claim her and claim her right now.

  “I don’t know if I am.” She sighs breathily, her hands moving from my shoulders to my face, clasping onto me as though to stop herself from flying away into a world of anxiety and self-doubt. “But I want to try, with you. I really want to.”

  I surge forward.

  She places her hand on my chest and steps back, gasping as though she wants to be fucked hard and ruthlessly right now, pounded until her whole body is vibrating and bouncing on the end of my cock.

  “I want to feel sexy,” she whispers and then laughs delightedly. “I can’t even believe I can say that. I want to feel sexy… like it’s possible for me to be sexy. But with you, I feel like I can say that. I can be that.”

  “You can,” I growl. “Naked and bent over with those round tasty ass cheeks pressed up against me.”

  “I… I asked Maria to arrange something for me. Today. While you were out.”

  “What?” I snarl, my body pulsing with even more carnal fury, the need for release bubbling up inside of me.

  “Some lingerie. An outfit. We took my measurements and then she texted her designer in the city. The men let the courier through. I hope it’s okay.”

  “So that’s what Aldo was grinning about.” I shake my head with a smirk. “Earlier today he told me about the courier, and he said he’d spoken to Maria, and he told me not to worry about what was inside.”

  “I really want to try this,” she murmurs. “If you don’t like it, you can just say…”

  “Don’t be silly,” I snarl. “You’re gorgeous in anything. I’m not going to turn this down.”

  “So maybe wait in the bathroom and I’ll get changed?”

  She asks the question so shyly, but with a hint of budding confidence beneath it.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I smirk as I turn away. “But I can’t touch you again before then. I won’t be able to stop.”

  I stride across the room and walk into the ensuite, shutting the door behind me. The second I’m alone in the wide marble bathroom I squeeze my hands together, not trusting myself not to grab onto my throbbing dick if I let them hang loosely.

  My mind floods with images of my woman next door, moving around as she changes into her lingerie.

  She’s becoming so confident so fast. It’s almost as though she’s been waiting her whole life to let certain parts of her personality out, but she never found the person she could share them with until me.

  My body roars and pulses in celebration that it’s me.

  My seed surges with more urgency when I press my ear against the door, listening to the sound of rustling fabric. I wonder if she’s arranging herself on the bed for me, perhaps bent over to show me that sweet round ass the moment I walk through the door.

  “Luca,” she calls, a slight tremor in her voice. “I’m ready.”

  I take a deep breath, aware of how much it trembles when I let it out.

  The last thing I need is to sprint in there and devour her the second I lay my eyes on her. I need to try to remember that this is her first time and she’s probably going to be nervous.

  I warn myself to use restraint.

  But part of me knows it’s going to be downright fucking impossible.

  I grab the door handle and push it open.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Lucy

  I lie on the bed, prop
ped up on some pillows on my side, staring at the door to the bathroom. The door seems to take forever to open, whining softly, the noise shivering through me and spreading hands of doubt.

  The lingerie is red and lacy, with stockings and a halter and frilly bits on the panties and the bra. My heart hammers in my chest, making my already-sore nipples feel even needier and harder like his barest touch could bring me to shivering release like he did last time.

  Finally, the door opens and Luca steps out, his steel-colored suit hugging his body tightly, the tendons in his neck bulging as he strides over to me.

  If I ever doubted this lingerie was a good choice, the look on my man’s face proves me wrong.

  His dark eyes glare at me, his jaw tightens, his fingers twitch like I’m a present he can’t wait to unwrap.

  “Tell me you are fucking ready,” he snarls.

  My eyes move to his pants, to the way his manhood bulges against the fabric. It points like a spear ready to attack me, ready to dive out of his pants and slide instantly inside of me.

  “You look so freaking big,” I moan.

  “Is that a yes?” he rumbles as he walks to the edge of the bed and leans down, climbing like a prowling predator toward me.

  “Yes,” I whimper when he falls on top of me.

  He holds himself up with his hands as he claims my lips, pressing his chest against my body, trapping me against the bed in the best way possible.

  I moan through the muffled closeness of our lips and move my hands up his solid arms, dragging my fingernails through his hair as our tongues clash together.

  Holding himself up with one hand, he slides the other down my body and cups between my legs, pressing firmly with his fingertips.

  I gasp and wriggle against him, biting his lip, too consumed with the heat at the end of his fingertips to continue the kiss.

  He leans back, staring hard down at me, captivated by this moment.

  “Get that pussy nice and wet with your cream,” he urges, rubbing faster, grinding my panties against my clit and my lips. “Soak those sexy panties. Can you do that for me, Lucy? Can you be a good fucking virgin and cream all over your panties?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, my words jagged and hard to focus on.

  I shift my hips against him, bucking up and down, grinding my sex against his irrepressible hand.

  “That’s it. Show me how badly you want it. Get your wet young slit ready to take my cock for the first time. I’m going to open you up, Lucy. I’m going to fucking fill your hot tight hole. That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s what you fucking need.”

  I try to cry out yes but I can’t form words right now, my voice turning into quavering moans as he rubs me even faster.

  He keeps his eyes fixated on me, watching me squirm around on the bed, crying out and pulsing against him.

  My pussy gets warm and then hot and hotter, driven by the way he attacks my sex with his hand. But also by the fact, I thought I might never see him again. I thought he might be dead.

  But he’s here. He’s claiming me. And nothing could stop us now.

  “Move those childbearing hips. Grind against my hand. You are fucking soaked through your panties.”

  “I’m so wet.” I gasp, hardly aware of what I’m saying. All I can focus on is the friction against my clit, getting deeper and more consuming, touching every part of me. “You’re making me soaked—”

  My cries turn strangled when the orgasm hammers into me, a hot tight ball in my stomach, gathering up all the sizzling energy in my body and then exploding outward. The euphoria cascades through me, hottest at my clit, Luca rubbing me faster and fiercer each moment.

  I vibrate against him, steamy wetness seeping out of my tight hole.

  He leans back to get a better look at me once the orgasm has passed, his lips twist into a smirk of fascination, pride, and everything I dreamed I could inspire in a man if I ever found the right one.

  “I need to feel you,” he growls.

  “Let’s do it, Luca,” I whimper.

  I grab at his jacket, pulling it down over his arms.

  His smirk twitches and he reaches for the front clasp on my bra, unhooking it with a quick snap of his fingers. I giggle as the fabric falls away and he gazes down at my breasts.

  No matter how many times he sees me naked or shirtless, he never seems to grow tired. It’s like his hunger is ignited afresh every single time.

  I toss his jacket away and grab at his shirt, and then he snarls and tears it loose, buttons popping and flying across the room.

  I drag my fingernails down his naked back as we come together for another kiss, feeling the heat of his skin and the rock hard muscles that press through the surface of his body.

  He reaches down and unclasps his belt and yanks his pants down. I feel his manhood spring free, massive and intimidating, his precome-slick length sliding along my belly.

  As we continue to kiss – our lips and our teeth mashing passionately together – I reach down and grab my panties, wriggling as I try to slide out of them. I feel him smirk against our fused lips as he reaches down, tugging ruthlessly at them so they snap away.

  I giggle and he smiles… he really smiles, just for a moment, a passing beautiful moment.

  “You need to tell me if it’s too much,” he says, his voice deep and serious. “But once you start moaning and I feel your body tell me you can take more, I’m going to pound into you like you deserve.”

  “Okay,” I moan, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. “I’m ready, Luca.”

  He grips the base of his cock and guides the helm to my hole.

  I gasp when I feel him pressing into me, so massive, so much bigger than his fingers were.

  My hole grips onto him tightly, wetly, until all I can think about is the pressure between my legs.

  He watches me attentively with each movement, his eyes locked on me as he slides deeper and deeper.

  I gasp with each inch, shocked that there’s more of him until he’s buried all the way inside of me. I feel like we’re fused. Like we’re sinking into each other. Like nothing exists but our flesh and this precious moment.

  My womb screams at my hole, willing me to relax, and then nerves sizzle all through my sex, and a feeling of profound euphoria washes over me.

  I gasp as I feel myself opening for him, as though he’s kissing the edges of my hole to make him fit.

  “Oh, fuck,” I whisper when the warmth rushes into my sex.

  “I can feel it,” he groans. “Fucking hell, Lucy. I can feel your body getting ready. You can take it.”

  “I think so,” I whisper. “Just go slow…”

  “At first,” he says, finishing my sentence for me.

  He pulls out until his helm is pressed against my hole again, and then he drives deep inside of me. I moan and wrap my arms harder around him, sitting down with the motion of his passage, trying to find a rhythm.

  I hope I’m doing it right.

  If Luca’s deep carnal groans are anything to go by, I think I might be.

  He slides in and out, moving so slowly I’m sure I can feel the veins bulging in his dick, his seed making him engorged and ready to burst. I slide down in time with him, the silk sheets grinding against my back.

  We gaze into each other’s eyes as he begins to pump faster, his dark eyes brimming with relief when he feels me open for him even more.

  “Our bodies need this,” he snarls. “Our bodies are hungry for it.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, unable to say anything else.

  My sex has never felt like this before. I’ve often wondered what this would feel like, but it’s a feeling entirely its own like his cock is made of flames and it’s throwing out hissing embers that kiss deep inside of me, multiplying and spreading their heat.

  “Fuck me, Luca,” I moan, somehow finding the words.

  They rise from somewhere deep inside of me, from my womb and my desire and my need.

  “Do you mean… really fuck
you?”

  I bite my lip, nodding, loving the way Luca’s face shivers with lust at the gesture.

  “My brave horny queen.” He leans down and kisses me softly on the forehead. “If you feel like screaming, fucking scream. This room is soundproofed.”

  “Okay,” I gasp. “Oh, God… I want it so bad.”

  He arches his back and slams inside of me. I let out a choked yelp as the full force of his body hammers into me, jolting me up the bed as the mattress and the bed frame creaks.

  He pommels into me again and again, and all I can do is grip onto his shoulders and try to bounce with him.

  The effort of trying to keep time with his savage thrusts causes me to buck wildly.

  I throw myself back and claw onto the sheets, my moans and his carnal grunts mixing with the wet sounds of our bodies clashing. The whole room shakes and trembles and my vision floods with tears of pure ecstasy.

  He slams into me somehow harder, his lips twisted as he makes beastly noises.

  “Come for me,” he grunts. “I can feel. How close. You are. Fucking come.”

  My hole gets tighter, making Luca grunt as he drives up with more power.

  It’s like my womb is triggered by his words of command, forcing my insides to create a fireworks display of ecstasy, explosion following explosion until I can’t take it anymore.

  He moves even faster and I find the rhythm like I’m switching lanes on a highway. I sink into the flow and start pulsing with him, chasing the pleasure that erupts through me in flares of heat and desire, euphoria captures every part of me.

  “Like that,” I cry, hardly able to force the words out. “Oh, yes, yes…”

  I dig my fingernails into his rock hard muscles, thinking I might break a couple and not giving a damn. All I care about is the way his cock pounds between my legs.

  He fucks me like he loves me. Like I’m the only person he can ever see himself being with. He fucks me like our lives depend on it.

  And I give as good as I get, bouncing and writhing with him, dancing to the beat of our union.

  The orgasm shatters in my core and seeps through me, every inch of my skin and my insides tingling with a thousand buzzing points, my womb surging and sending more pleasure flowing through me.