He nods and throws me on my bed. “Baby, say the word, and we’ll start now.”
11
Franco
“But this is our first date.” Her voice squeaks as I set her down and peel off my shirt.
“We’re engaged. We’re past those rules. Besides, if you want me to be your good boy, you’ll need to do something for me.”
Her eyes widen. “Me? What?”
“You’re gonna be my bad girl.” I drop my pants and stand before her.
She flushes, wrings her hands and covers her mouth, taking casual glances at the bulge fighting to break free.
“But I’ve never been a bad girl. I don’t think I know how to be one.” She pouts and lets her silk scarf drift to the floor.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want you to be a bad girl, I want you to be my bad girl. Only in here. Only for me.” I wink and nod for her to continue.
“Now? Out here?” She clutches her heart, unbuttons her top button and reaches for her robe.
I pull her back and bring her front and center. Licking my lips, I take in the beautiful sight of the woman I love. She’s breathtaking. My heart pounds like a jackhammer. It takes all my strength not to rip that flirty dress to shreds, but she needs to the feel the power she has over me.
And I’m a pervert who wants to watch her undress.
“Don’t worry baby, I don’t think I’ll let you get far without helping.” I watch with villainous, lecherous intent as she unbuttons and focuses on the throbbing cock tenting my boxers.
That’s right. It’s right here waiting for you, baby.
Standing at the foot of her bed, Carine slinks her sleeves off her arms and blushes crimson. She thinks she’s being silly, but it’s the most sensual sight I’ve ever beheld. This is hotter than pornography. The girl of my dreams, a virgin who’d never been kissed before today, is giving me a fucking striptease.
I shake my head and swallow hard. “Keep going, baby. Get rid of that skirt.”
The flush on her cheeks travels to her chest. She wants to be sexy but her modesty won’t allow it. “Can you unzip me?” She twirls around and moves closer to the bed.
I nod and do as she asks. The skirt falls to the floor. She reaches for her pumps, but I beg her to leave them on. She giggles and struts back in position. With a small wiggle, she pulls her camisole over her head and I feast my eyes on the breasts of my fantasies. Her black lace bra hides little, but when I wave my hand, she knows what I want.
“Franco, you do it. This feels nasty.” She pouts and crawls on to the bed.
With a quick move she hardly feels, I unlatch her bra. She gasps, then shields her breasts as it falls away. I’m stunned by their perfection. They’re magnificence. They’re supple and perkier than gravity allows for a pair this size. But there’s no doubting their authenticity.
“You’re stunning, sweetheart. I don’t know where you came from, but you can't ever leave me.” There’s no hesitation. No lingering doubts. This woman is mine and I can’t wait another second.
With one swift motion, I climb her mouth-watering curves and seize her gorgeous lips. I bask in her warmth. Her flowery scent makes her smell like a rose begging to be plucked. Holding her breasts in my palms, I linger on each swell before I take a nipple deep in my mouth. She whimpers sweetly, moaning as I grind my cock between her thighs.
“Franco…” She whispers my name with a smile on her lips and my heart swells with love. Our eyes meet and a spark flickers between us. I never believed in destiny and love at first sight, but I do now. I’m holding my fate in my arms and I’ll fight like hell to keep it.
I’ve never made love before. In all my years, I’ve never held a woman in my arms, gazed at her with utter adoration and listened to the beat of her heart. I can’t stop with Carine. I want to claim every single inch of her flawless body and quench the gnawing pain that grows stronger by the second.
But I don’t want to take her before she’s ready. She’s my girl. I’ll wait for my girl… if that’s what she really wants.
“Do you really want to wait?” I whisper as I bury my face in her warm flesh and lick every inch of the last breasts I’ll ever hold.
She nods.
“Really?”
She nods again, but arches her back to find my hungry mouth. When I bring my lips to a tight nipple, swirling and tugging the hard flesh, her body startles with the surge of sexual adrenaline.
“Franco!” She shudders and rocks her hips into mine.
Panting and clawing at the sheets, she spreads her legs wider to accommodate the width of my chest slinking lower. She knows what she’s doing, but she’s too afraid to ask.
“Do you want more, baby?” I trail my tongue down her abdomen and smother her with kiss after kiss. The smell of her perfumed skin intoxicates me and pushes me further. The scent of her arousal sends me into another world.
With a savage lust I’ve never felt, I grab the hem of her lace panties with my teeth and pull them down her legs in one vicious move.
“Franco! You’re terrible.” She purrs unfazed as she writhes and caresses her own breasts.
I freeze in fascination. She’s exquisite. Every sensation is new. Every tingle of raw nerves sets her off.
I take a deep breath, calm myself and feast my eyes on my future wife’s virgin pussy. My heart clenches. My balls tighten. This is the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen. I’m in love. I’ve hit the jackpot. My good girl is a closeted bad girl and in three weeks this whole package will have my last name.
With long licks, I swirl my tongue over her clit. She gasps and giggles. “Franco, what are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing, doll. I’m tasting what’s mine. But you know what you need to do, don’t you?”
He eyes flare with confusion. “What?”
“You need to come in my mouth. You won’t deny me that, will you?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I know how. What if I can’t?”
“Leave it to me, Carine. I won’t give you a choice.” With a groan, I dip my tongue inside her. Her taste consumes me. My brain buzzes with lust and my heart beats with love for my girl.
“Franco…” She moans sweetly and roll her hips with every stroke I give.
“Come for me, sweetheart. This isn’t a bad thing. We’re going to be married soon.”
Her head falls back. Her back twists as the tension builds. Moans and whimpers echo in the room as she shudders from head to toe, gasps for air, gyrates her pussy into my mouth and seeks any purchase she can find.
Her limbs weaken and tremble until her breath catches and all her muscles tense at once. With one more stroke, she spirals over the edge, lost in the grip of her first orgasm.
I’ve never been so hard.
I’ve never been so happy.
12
Carine
“Franco, please.” I’ve failed miserably. I tried to be strong, but every cell in my body is screaming for Franco.
He rises to my knees. “I love you, Carine. This is love. You and me forever, okay?”
I nod, still unsure of my emotions but eager to explore all possibilities. I can’t be good now. Not with Franco’s beautiful face, muscular chest, cut abs and thick cock hovering nearby. My resolves breaks in the presence of such perfection.
“I want to be with you.” That much is true. Aching for more, desperate for him, I bite my lip and let one hand trail the curve of my breast. When my finger swirls around my tight nipple, he growls and takes his cock in his hand.
“You want Franco to turn you in a bad girl?”
I nod and my heart skips a beat. He read my mind.
“One rule, baby. Whatever you want, you demand. No asking. I’m here to love you. Tell what you need and you’ll get it.” A wicked smile forms on his deliciously full lips and I nod.
“Agreed?”
“Yes.” I nod with enthusiasm. Anything to get things started. Anything to feel him inside me.
With a groan, he r
uns his cock through my wet slit, teasing and dragging it until it finds my hard nub, swollen and ready for him. I should feel bad, but I don’t. I’ve been good for so long.
“If we do this, you’re marrying me in three weeks, baby. No arguments.” He slides in and out an inch at a time, before he stops to wait for my answer.
I nod.
“Say it, Carine.” He dips further and my hips buck to meet his invasion. I’m possessed. My body has a mind of its own.
“No arguments.” I whine and hold on to his biceps.
Clasping my hands over my head, he pushes forward. My mind spins. Every inch stretches me open, rendering pain and pleasure in equal measure. For my sake, he stops and gazes into my eyes.
“I’m sorry if this hurts you, angel. Give me time to make you feel good.”
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Franco
“Don’t stop, Franco. Break me.” Her soft whimpers turn to savage moans as I glide all the way in.
“Baby…” My heart bursts. Stretching her open, feeling her creamy walls strangle my cock as I bury myself in the woman I love, awakens the beast.
“Oh God, Franco… more.” The sound of my name on her lips makes me lose my mind. Our mouths crash, our tongue dance, my cock drives deeper, plunge after plunge until the flush returns to her pale face and she winds her legs around my back. While we gaze into each other’s eyes, I greedily split her open, rooting myself all the way until we both exhale with a loud gasp.
“You want more, baby?” I fend off my coming climax and silently beg her to say yes.
She nods.
“You better demand it, Carine.” I pull out and pull back in, with painfully slow strokes.
“Faster, Franco. Harder, please.” She cries out as her back arches and her hips charge into mine.
“You want to be my bad girl?”
“Yes! Make me your bad girl!” She chokes on words she’d never thought she’d say.
I lose my grip on reality. Only she and I exist. Loving this girl is my mission in life and if she wants me to fuck her harder and faster. So be it, I surrender.
“Like that baby?” I thrust deep. The harder I plunge the more wild she becomes.
“Yes! Oh, Franco. Just like that. Fuck me harder.” She gasps then whines as her words catch her by surprise. But that doesn’t stop her. Writing and twisting, she keeps begging for more.
And I give it.
“The 30th, Carine.” I cup her breasts and cover her tight nipple with my mouth.
“Yes, the 30th.”
“I’m going to come inside you, baby. There’s no going back.” I grip her waist and watch her breasts bounce as I lose my breath, my pace and my mind claiming every inch of her virgin pussy for me and me alone.
She whimpers. “Come inside me, Franco. Give me everything you have.”
Jesus Christ, I love this girl.
I growl with lust and plunge forward, fighting my climax until I hear her come on my cock. She gasps for air and claws the sheets, but I keep gong, gliding in and out, pounding and stretching her pussy as she keeps begging for more.
Then every muscle on her sweet body tenses at once. I watch mesmerized but keep going. A silent cry becomes a guttural moan that evolves into a screaming fit of spastic convulsions one after the next. She shatters over and over, calling to God and crying my name before she melts into a puddle of ecstasy.
“Franco! Oh my God, don’t stop!” She pleads as her pussy squeezes my cock pushing me to the edge of insanity.
My balls tighten. My cock swells inside her. My brutal pace creates a sweet agony that quickly overwhelms me. Two more thrusts and I take her lips, pull her close and erupt with rope after rope of sticky seed deep inside her.
This is the best bad girl in the whole world. This is my bad girl.
14
Carine
Rushing through the crowds on Park Avenue on my way to parents, I think about last evening. Franco stayed all night. As soon as he left, the Donatellos rushed across the hall and listened to another play by play while I dressed.
They’re mighty impressed with my sudden fall from grace. Carmen swears she knew I had it in me all along.
“It’s your body, sweetheart. Big eyes, full lips, dark hair and curves in all the right places. You’re an Italian man’s kryptonite.” They insist I’m holding out on the dirtier stuff and I am. I can’t say everything.
Oh no, some of it I’ll take to my grave.
After two weeks of non-stop Franco, I may need to head to confession this afternoon. It’s best to play it safe.
Jumping into the elevator, my mind drifts to Franco once again. I’m not a virgin anymore. Will my parents be able to tell? Will they know I’ve gotten down and dirty?
What do they expect? They pushed us together.
As always, I’m the best daughter I can be. And if that means sacrificing my virtue to the hottest man in New York, then I wear that mantle proudly.
I laugh to myself as I swing open the door, then yell when my parents greet me side by side in the foyer.
“Carine!” My mother’s shrill voice startles me.
“What? Why are you yelling?” Annoyed, I swerve past them and make my way into the dining room. I’ve worked up quite an appetite and Franco promised to come back to my place after his meeting with his father.
They babble and argue as I walk but I’m too happy to pay attention.
“Are you listening to us?” My father scowls as he slides a newspaper across the table.
“No, I didn’t hear you.” I mumble and rub my eyes. I should be in bed. I should be curled up like a bad girl next to my Franco and not having breakfast with my parents. They didn’t give me a choice. A 7:00 phone call on a Saturday morning forced me out of my warm bed and made me postpone plans for my final dress fitting.
I grab the newspaper, flip it over and find our engagement announcement on the front page of the society section. I squeal with delight. Mr. Bianchi came through. He said he’d get it in today and he didn’t fail.
I sigh as I read the caption: DuBois-Bianchi Wedding.
It’s silly. It’s a small wedding, but my heart soars, nonetheless. With a goofy smile, I run my finger down Franco’s side of the portrait and tap his beautiful face.
That’s my man, right there. All mine.
“Little girl, why didn’t you tell us you were announcing your engagement?” My father chides and points at the photo.
“Can I keep this copy? I want to show the girls at work.” I fold it, slide it in my bag and ignore his comment.
“You should have told us. We haven’t told our friends.” My mother interjects but none of it makes sense.
“Why haven’t you said something? My wedding is a week away. You pushed me into this and by a lucky coincidence, I’m happy. You should be shouting it from the rooftops.” I snap.
“You don’t have to go through with it anymore. Your sister isn’t pregnant. Scandal averted.” My mother shakes her head with exasperation.
My father chimes in. “I called Lorenzo last night and asked him to postpone the wedding until the fall. I said you’re not ready and would like a few more months to get to know Franco. This gives you time to get out of it.” He straightens the newspaper in his hands as he continues.
“Carine, I know he’s handsome and rich but he’s unsuitable. Plus, you don’t know him.” He leans back in his chair and assumes that’s the end of the discussion.
“Why did Clarisse lie?” I don’t care why, but I need to calm the beat of my heart before I hyperventilate. I need to say something to release the valve before I blow up and march out of this house forever. They’ve disparaged the man I love and his family.
I won’t stand for it. No, sir.
That’s my baby’s family. I won’t allow his grandparents to call him unsuitable.
There’s no baby, yet. But soon, we’ll have babies. Lots of them. And each one will be a Bianchi. Franco Bianchi’s babies.
“You know your sister. S
he has her reasons. She wanted to trick someone into marrying her and when that didn’t work, she wanted to make him jealous. I can’t keep up with her lies.” She rolls her eyes and they both go back to their meal. No discussion. No thought to my feelings. I’m floored and yet not surprised.
While they eat and exchange inconsequential stories of their boring lives, I close my eyes and silently ask for forgiveness. I’ve never been a bad daughter. I’ve never gone against my parent’s wishes. And I’ve never lied. Not really...maybe about my weight but that shouldn’t count.
Today’s different. Today I need to fight for love and if I break a few commandments along the way, so be it.
With a deep breath and hope in my heart, I jump out of my seat and say my peace.
“I’m marrying Franco Bianchi next Friday. You may attend or you may not. It makes no difference to me. The only thing that matters is that he and I are in love and spending the rest of our lives together.” I clench my fist to my heart, bow my head dramatically and reach for my purse.
My father shakes his head. “No, you’re not.”
My mouth slacks. The gall.
“Yes, I am. I’m pregnant. I took an early test.” I look them in the eye and lie.
My father glares at me unconvinced. “I don’t believe you. You’re not the type to do such a thing.”
“Carine! How could you? You said you were waiting for marriage, young lady.” My mother exclaims and flies out of her seat.
I shrug. “Normally, no and yes, I was, but it’s Franco Bianchi. He’s Italian. They can be very persuasive. Sorry for upsetting you, but you should be happy. You’re going to be grandparents!” I stifle a laugh and dash out of the house before they ask for details.
I need to call Franco before he thinks I want to postpone again.
And maybe, go to confession.
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