by M. K. Moore
I put my hand over the phone and whisper, “Are you Italian?”
“Fuck yes,” she says smiling. My mom bursts out laughing, so I know she heard her.
“Thank you. I am happy and she is Italian.”
“Perfect. I like her already. I love you, son.”
“I love you too, Mama. See you tomorrow,” I say, hanging up.
“Sorry about that.”
“No problem. You're taking my family to your family's Thanksgiving dinner?”
“Of course,” I say. Where else would she go? She’s got me by the balls already.
A cab pulls up and we get inside.
“Where do you live, baby?” I ask.
She gives the driver an address in a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn. When the cab pulls up to the apartment building, I give the driver a hundred-dollar bill to keep the meter running. I tell him there's another when we get back. We start up the stairs and all along the way I don't like what I'm seeing. There's used needles and little plastic baggies on every floor, broken beer and liquor bottles scattered around and just straight up garbage everywhere. The sixth-floor apartment is probably the cleanest one in the building. There are a few toys scattered here and there, but it sparkles.
“Where are your siblings?”
“In bed. So is my mom. It's late.”
I can't leave them here. I just don’t have it in me.
“Wake them. We are getting out of this dump.”
“Hey, this our home,” she says, turning to look at me.
“Not anymore,” I say, moving closer to her. My hand gripping her hip.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re very bossy?” I grin.
“I've been told that a time or two,” I answer wryly.
“Be that as it may, we can't just leave. I don't even know you…” She trails off.
“You will. I know you feel this. It can't be one-sided.”
“I know, but still.” At least she is agreeing with me.
“But nothing. I knew after the first look we shared, I was gonna wife you and give you babies.”
She shakes her head. “What if I don't want that?” she whispers.
“Lie,” I say before crashing my lips down on hers. I pull back after a few minutes of tasting her vanilla flavored Chapstick. “Wake your mother up,” I say, willing my cock to go down.
“Too late, who the hell are you?” s woman's voice asks from somewhere behind me. Autumn closes her eyes briefly before opening them. I turn and extend my hand to her. She shakes it with a firm grip.
“Hi, Mama. This is Alberto Diaz. My, uh…”
“Man,” I finish for her.
“He's come to help us.”
“Alberto Diaz, as in your boss?”
“Technically, ma'am, my father, also called Alberto, was her boss,” I say.
“What’s going on here? What the hell is wrong with you? Autumn Cara Deluca, are you out of your mind? Bringing a stranger into our home.”
“We’re leaving,” I simply say. I don't want anyone talking to the future Mrs. Diaz like that, even if it is her mother.
“Okay, when are you coming back? I have to be at work at five on Friday morning.”
“We are all leaving,” Autumn says smiling.
“Come again?”
“Mom, if I understand Alberto correctly, our apartment building isn't exactly safe for the boys or for us.”
“Exactly. Take what you need for the night and I will send someone for the rest of your things tomorrow.”
“Jesus, boy you better be worth this hassle,” her mother says, putting her hands on her hips. Her Harry Potter pajamas make her seem young. As it is, she must have been a teenager when she had Autumn.
“I am,” I say. I am determined to be. I watch as they bustle around packing essentials. Finally, they are ready.
“Can you carry Santino? He's too tall for us to carry down all those stairs.”
“Sure,” I say, following them into a bedroom that has three cribs and a twin bed. My girl has been sardined into this room with three babies. Sure, they are adorable, but still. She points to a crib and I lean over it picking up the sleeping boy. They each pick up another baby. I take the bag that Autumn is carrying and watch as she juggles the baby and her keys to lock the door. Once in the cab, I'm still cradling the sleeping Santino.
“So, who is who?” I ask.
“My mom is Betty Bianchi and she's holding Salvatore who is two, and this is Giovanni, he's seven months old. Santino is three.” Fuck, she looks good holding a baby.
I need to get inside her.
Chapter Three
Autumn
Man alive, he looks so sexy holding my baby brother, I can't help imagining what he'd look like holding our baby. My ovaries are currently exploding all over the place.
The address he gives the driver is in Queens, but the fancy part. It takes a while to get there and I am surprised that the boys stay asleep the whole way. The mansion we pull up to in the ritzy Forest Hills Gardens neighborhood is beyond huge. When the gate opens, I figure this is actually a compound. There is a huge house surrounded by smaller, but still pretty large houses. We pull up to one of the smaller ones.
Alberto gets out still holding Santino. He pays the driver and grabs my bag as well as my mom's. My mom exits the car quietly, but I can tell she is stunned. “Your mom and brothers are going to be here. I had the staff pull cribs from the attic but go out and buy some new linens. Everything should be good to go.
“Where is Autumn staying?”
“With me in the main house, until I work out a larger permanent home for all of us.”
Mom looks horrified.
“Autumn, you don't have to do this,” she whispers to me.
“Mom, I want to, I promise,” I say smiling.
“Okay, if you're sure,” she says, putting Sal in one of the cribs. I do the same with Gio and Alberto does the same with Santino.
“I’ll send over someone to help you with these guys in the morning. Where is your husband?”
“We’re divorced. It was finalized a few weeks ago. He doesn't care about my boys.”
“Just making sure he won’t be making trouble.”
“Oh, he’ll make trouble, but don’t worry about it. I can handle Sal,” she says, and I worry that the only way she can handle Sal is sex, but we shall see.
“If you are sure. I am still going to put two men on a rotation outside your front door. Let’s go, Lolita.”
“Why do you call me Lolita?” I ask, as he all but drags me across the lawn to the big house. He stops short of the steps to the house.
“Because a man my age shouldn’t be obsessed with a girl your age, one he just met at that,” he says, putting his free hand on my cheek.
“What age is that?” I ask, breathlessly. No one has ever been obsessed with me before. I fucking love it. What does that say about me?
“Thirty-three,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine. His thirty-three to my eighteen is nothing. This delicious kiss is heating my body quickly. My pussy floods and I can’t contain the moan that escapes from deep within me. Should I be concerned that he’s the same age as my mom?
“Alberto,” I say quietly.
“Autumn,” he says solemnly. We are still standing outside when snowflakes start falling all around us. This is literally the most perfect romantic moment I can think of and it’s happening to me. I can’t believe my luck. Just this morning, I was dreading getting out bed, but now as I stand on my tiptoes to reach his full sinful lips, I realize that this is where I am meant to be. When my lips connect with his, he groans and grabs huge handfuls of my ass. He hauls me up against him, my legs going around his waist. After several minutes of our tongues warring for dominance, I shiver, not from the cold, but from anticipation. He pulls back, letting me slide down his front.
“Come. Let's go to bed.”
“Okay,” I say excitedly.
“For sleep. You must be exhausted.”<
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I'm now making it my mission to change his mind. Taking my hand once again, he leads me up the stairs and into his house. There are several large men standing about, but no one comes over to us. We continue further into the house and up the grand staircase. At the very end of the hallway, he opens large double doors. There is a large living room suite with a huge TV mounted on the wall. He ushers me inside, closing and locking the door behind us.
“How about a nice hot bath?”
“That sounds amazing.” A bath was not possible in the apartment, so when I see the giant sunken tub with jets in his bathroom, I squeal like a little girl. He's already filling it up for me, so I waste no time in shedding the coats I'm wearing. I also kick off the hideous gold sandals that I have on. In my excitement, I forget to be shy and shimmy out of my shorts and toss the top away. With no panties on or a bra, I am completely bare. When he turns and holds out his hand to me, he sucks in a breath.
“Are you for real, Lolita?”
“What?” I ask, suddenly unsure of myself.
“You look like a Goddess. All that smooth, tan skin. You're fucking beautiful. I was gonna be a gentleman, but I don't know if that's possible now.”
“I don't want a gentleman. I want you to make love to me. Now. No waiting,” I say, getting into the tub and tossing a leg over each edge, showing him my pussy.
“Lolita, baby,” he says, ripping his trousers down his legs taking his boxers with him. His huge, hard cock has my slightly open mouth watering and my pussy juicing. He tosses his shirt into the haphazard pile we've made. He climbs into the tub in front of me, when I go to drop my legs into the water, he grips both of my ankles, keeping me in place.
“Leave them,” he growls. “Touch your cunt.” I hesitate. “Show me how you please that pretty pink pussy.”
I shake my head. “I can't,” I whimper.
“Why not?”
“I've never done that before,” I admit.
He closes his eyes and takes several breaths.
“I'll teach you how to come. You'll do exactly what I tell you too. Won't you?”
“Yes, I will,” I say breathlessly.
“Part those puffy lips, Lolita.” I do as he asks.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Just like that. Rub your clit lightly with your index and middle fingers. Learn what pressure you like and use it.” I keep my eyes on his as I rub myself. It feels good, causing me to moan, but I want his hands on me. I watch as he strokes his rigid, red looking cock slowly.
“Put one finger inside your little opening.” I don't want that, so I shake my head.
“No? Why?”
“I want you to be the one and only thing inside me,” I say without thinking.
He growls. “Come here, Lolita.” My weak legs splash into the still hot water. I scramble toward him and straddle his lap. “Sit down on my cock. I'm going to breed your innocent little pussy. Your cherry is mine.”
I moan and slam my pussy down on his cock.
“Hellfire, shit, fuck,” I say, wincing in pain.
“Ah fuck, Lolita. I should have said slowly, but you’re doing amazing. Your pussy is strangling my cock.” Though it still hurts a little, I begin to move. Water is going everywhere, but I don't care. He slams up into me on my every downward thrust.
I'm mindless in my pleasure.
Chapter Four
Alberto
Dio, her cunt is tight and the perfect fit for my cock. One hit and I'm addicted. Her tiny body is easy to maneuver so I stand, water sliding down our bodies. I'm still balls deep inside of her. She is trying to fuck herself with my cock, but from this angle, it's difficult for her to manage. I need more leverage, I set her down, my cock falling from her. I grab a towel and dry her body and mine.
Once that's done, I pick her up and carry her to my bed. The California king never felt lonely until today. I absently wonder if I should tell her this is a first for me too, that pushing through her cherry was the single greatest moment of my life thus far, but I don't want to freak her out. Years of pent up sexual urges are coursing through my veins and my balls.
“Spread your legs, Lolita. Show me my pretty pussy.” I groan when she does what I ask. Damn. She's glistening with the combination of both of our releases. I can't take it anymore. I bury my face in her pussy. I kiss and suck her cunt, tasting her. It reminds me of cookies, all hot and vanilla. I devour her folds, licking up and down to her asshole. God, I'm feeling depraved right now.
“I'm going to own that ass too, Lolita.” Her desperate moan has me moving up her body and taking her lips. I kiss down her neck, her chest. Finally, I take her light brown nipple in my mouth and I bite down gently. She writhes and moans under my ministrations. She is absolute perfection.
“Albie, please fuck me again. I need you.” Her begging causes something inside of me to snap.
“How can I say no to that?” I should be concerned that she is too sore for this, but the look on her face tells me that even if she is, she doesn't care. I spread her legs farther apart. Cock in hand, I guide it into her slowly. My view of this is so filthy, so obscene that I could come just from looking down at us joined together. I'm barely in her when she starts flexing her muscles around my shaft. I force the rest of my cock into her and fuck her senseless. After she comes, I fill her with my seed and slowly pull out of her.
The clock on my nightstand says it's only twelve thirty, so I pull the covers over us and her into my arms. After what feels like only five minutes, but was really three hours later, my cell phone goes off in the bathroom. Based on the ringtone, the theme from the Godfather plays loudly. It started as a joke between my dad and me. Autumn giggles sleepily beside me. Regretfully, I know I have to answer it. Duty calls, though I don’t want to leave her side. I untangle myself from Autumn and trudge to the bathroom. While answering, I go ahead and take care of my business.
“Son?” my father says in lieu of hello.
“Yes, Dad. It's me,” I answer. Who the hell else would it be?
“Your mother tells me you found a woman?” I smile and flush the toilet. After washing my hands, I head back into my room and directly to the closet. He doesn't call this late or early depending on your view for no reason.
“I did. You'll meet her tomorrow.”
“Good, good. I look forward to it. However, that's not why I'm calling. Your brother, Lorenzo, needs a cleaner at Broadway and 7th Avenue in Manhattan.”
Fuck, that’s almost two hours from here. As it’s so early, at least there will be little to no traffic.
I finish the conversation with my dad and throw on some jeans and a T-shirt. They will be burned and I'm tired of losing suits. When I move to grab my Nike’s from under my bed, I see that Autumn is sitting up in bed with her arms wrapped around her knees.
“Work?” she asks. I nod and sit down on the bed, pulling my socks on.
“I should be back in a couple of hours.”
“Take me with you?” she asks. Moving behind me and kissing my neck.
“No, baby. You shouldn’t have to see this.” Typically, I keep my job to myself. The fewer people that know, the better. I literally just met this woman and I’ve thrown all that out the window. It would really suck if she were an undercover cop or something at this point. I doubt she is, but still, there is always that threat. Besides, there's a huge difference between knowing what I do and seeing it firsthand.
“Fuck that noise, Albie. You are not leaving me here worrying about you,” she says, standing. I'm momentarily distracted by her body, but eventually I nod.
“Yay.” Her tits bouncing up and down like that in her excitement makes me want to say yes to her all the fucking time.
“Give me two minutes and I'll be ready to go.” I finish putting my shoes on and after a few minutes, she comes back from the closet where I dropped her bag earlier. She is decked out head to toe in black. Black jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, and black heeled boots that I want digging into my ass whil
e I fuck her wearing only those. I throw my head back in laughter.
“Jesus you are cute, Lolita,” I say, pulling her into my arms for a kiss.
“What?” she asks, breathlessly.
“Your outfit.”
“It seems appropriate.”
“Where did you get that idea?”
“The Sopranos and Dexter,” she says, shrugging.
“Let's go, Lolita,” I say, shaking my head and laughing. She is adorable, more so than any one woman has the right to be. I grab her hand and pull her down the stairs, avoiding my men once again. I still haven't gotten a handle on my jealousy. I know that I'm going to need to sooner rather than later. I am not going to be able to wait to marry her. I know that my need for her is strong enough that I won't be able to make through the rest of the season.
Before all the leaves fall, she will be my wife. That is a motherfucking promise.
Chapter Five
Autumn
When we get out to the garage, I kind of expected lots of fancy cars. Instead, I see only one car. A newer model Lincoln MKX. I stare at the SUV for a minute will he puts two black duffel bags into the trunk. I snap out of it as he grabs a manual saw, a couple of brand-new blue tarps from the giant stack of them, and a pack of zip ties. I think I might be in over my head.
“What's wrong? You look like a deer in the headlights. You don't have to do this with me. You can go back to bed, Lolita,” he says gently.
Have you ever been so head over heels in love with someone, that you'd literally do anything for them? Sure, it's been less than a day, but I am not at all worried about that.
“Oh no. I'm going, I'm just kind of curious what we are using a saw for?”
“Ah. I never know what condition the body is in and I may need to butcher it a bit,” he says shrugging his shoulders. He says it so nonchalantly like it's the most normal thing in the world. I have lost my damn mind because that was so hot.
