by SJ Molloy
You are the most beautiful, intriguing woman I have ever met. You are my something special, forever and always. Keep this close to your heart. I intend to keep you close to mine. Love, Lucca xxx
Her eyes fill with unshed tears. She bites on her bottom lip, looking overcome with emotions. I hope she acknowledges I signed it: Love, Lucca. I want her to know just how much I have fallen in love with her, without saying it and freaking her out too soon.
She scrolls something on the first page: Granny & Grandpa. I am confused and not sure where she is going with this.
“You want to know about my family, so I’m sharing with you.” She wrinkles her sweet little nose. “I’ll tell you about them after I thank you by making love to you tonight. Your gift of the day,” she says, her voice full of promise.
Christ, I almost go into cardiac arrest … what my girl does to me. She is trying to sound innocent too, but she has no idea how much of a turn on it is hearing her make sexual promises to me. I love how she is gradually becoming more confident in herself. I am turning my sweet girl into a sexual predator, and shit, if it is not hot as fuck. I need to get out of here … quick.
She seems destined to tease my cock before every car ride. If I was not such a gentleman, I would drag her into the restrooms and fuck her senseless. My hands grip the wheel, my body fully aroused on the way home. Lexi warns me to slow down. I decide to talk about my nieces and nephews, trying and divert my thoughts from burying myself deep in Lexi’s glorious nectar centre so I can concentrate on the goddamn road.
The minute I’m out of the car, I follow her, watching her sexy ass sway while she walks into the kitchen. I all but crash my body against hers the minute she closes the fridge door, pushing her against the pantry door.
My mouth bruises her lips in a fierce, desperate, wild kiss, and I know she will be left numb. The intense grab of her hands in my hair tells me she wants it just as rough and hard as I do. My baby asks … my baby gets, and she is going to get fucked good, hard, and proper.
Dragging her dress over her head, whistling through clenched teeth at the sight of her sexiness, I order her to keep the heels on. She straddles my waist, pressing that wet nectar centre against my rock-hard cock.
Sitting her on the dining table, bra unclipped, my clothes practically ripped off, I assault her beautiful tits with my tongue and hands. I want to change things up and am feeling so insanely turned on and wild with lust, I flip her onto her stomach.
Knickers … ripped.
Legs … parted.
Teeth … biting.
Hips … lifted.
Ass … rose.
Pussy … exposed.
Back … arching.
Fingers … delving.
Mouth … sucking.
Lips … teasing.
Tongue … swirling.
Cum … spreading.
Ass … lubricated.
Finger … exploring.
Orgasm one … Bang!
Fuck! She is an erotic vision. I manipulate her already sensitive clit with my tongue again, taking her into a quick and equally as noisy, body-jerking, pussy-throbbing climax. While she rides it out, I grab her tits, kneel on the table, pull her ass back against my groin, and ram my hard cock deep inside her like there is no tomorrow.
I fuck her senseless, hard, deep, and vigorously. Each time, I plunge back into her with raw, carnal determination. She lurches forward, crying incoherent words as my hand slaps against her ass with every thrust.
Biting my lip, I pump her until I lose control. Her pussy grips and tightens around me as she screams my name. It is seconds until I explode in the biggest fucking stream of cum ever deep inside her.
Shit … that was intense but so goddamn good. My head is blurry, body buzzing, balls relieved … I am in fucking paradise right now. Coming down, I kiss the top of her ass, back, shoulders, neck, and ears. She is gone. Completely out … a low soft hum is all I get, and it feels fucking sublime I can satisfy her like this.
Easing out of her, I grab a towel sitting on one of the chairs, wipe my cock, between her legs, and then the table. Carefully lifting her spineless and exhausted body, I hug her against my chest, leaning over to kiss and soothe the red burn marks on her knees.
Placing her on the bed in the suite, I draw a bath and grab us some wine. I lazily soap and wash her body under the frothy suds, telling her how spectacular she is, and how sensational that wild, raunchy fucking was.
Coyly, she smiles, nibbling her lip before chewing the inside of cheek. Cute. When I have her relaxed, we pick up our chat about the journal. Lexi tells me all about her grandparents and her close group of friends she met at university.
It is not a lot, but it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Learning about her life is enthralling … I just hope she continues to keep me in her light because I very much am keeping her in mine.
Back in bed, I thank her for today, for sharing things with me, because I know it is difficult for her, and for giving me the best gift ever: her. Spooning her, my cock hardens against her ass. Knowing she does not have a lot of energy left, I lift her top leg, spreading them, and slide my cock between her nectar centre and make long, lazy love to her.
Fucking perfetto.
Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words
“Lussuria ~ Chapter Twenty One: History”
Chapter 15
New Love
Lexi treats me to an early morning gift—the best gift a man could receive—and shit, she blew me real good. I have never had such a great blow job or expert luscious lips suck my cock so pleasurably. Another talent my girl has.
With her straddling my face, her wet, indulgent pussy inches from my lips, she tenses when we hear someone in the house. My mamma. Christ, I forgot she had a key. I am fucking mad as hell and missing out on feasting on her tempting pussy this morning.
Lexi is mortified that my mamma has caught her off guard and only wearing her lingerie, not that my mamma will mind one iota. She is liberal and as forward as they come. I can guarantee she will be ecstatic getting a good look at Lexi. Although, I am pissed because it distresses my girl.
As soon as my mamma notices the faded scars on Lexi’s, back she questions her. Lexi has her back to me, but her shoulders sag and her head bows. I know she is deflated and upset. I steer my mamma away from further probing, but Lexi surprises me by turning around and saying they are scars from her childhood.
My body tenses. I can almost feel vomit rising, my throat tightening. She never mentioned it was from when she was a kid, but we have not had that discussion yet. I assumed she was maybe a teenager or young adult. I had no idea she was a little girl. The thought disturbs me. How could anyone do this to a young girl?
Was this before or after her parents died? Did they do it? Is that why her grandparents raised her? I have so many questions right now, but it is not the time or the place. Instead, I try to make my girl feel as comfortable as possible, reassuring her not to be embarrassed before we meet my papa downstairs.
His eyes sparkle, sharing a wise, knowing look with me. A glint of fascination seals his approval. He is good at this, knowing right away how special Lexi is to me, that she is my angel. While Mamma is overly talkative and an extrovert, Papa is more reserved, engaging Lexi in his chat with his endearing charm and gentlemanly disposition. She seems to be really taken by him.
It is important for me that Lexi gets to know my family; I want her very much in my life. I make some snacks, leaving them chatting. Mamma tries to convince Lexi to go shopping, but the look on her face is priceless. I know that would be Lexi’s worst nightmare, but she is trying to appease them and that makes my heart swell with pride.
She agrees, for us both to go over to Casa sulla Collina—my parents villa today. It was not what I had planned, but if she is happy, then it is fine by me. I need to check up on my parents’ extension work anyway, so I can kill two birds with the one stone.
Before we leave, I make sure s
he does not miss out on that orgasm she nearly had this morning. And fuck, I am one horny man of virile testosterone around her, so I gladly take her in the shower, in a spontaneous, risky but gratifying fuck.
I sit in the front of my parents Rolls Royce beside my papa to catch up on the construction, leaving my mamma and Lexi talking in the back. By the time we reach the villa, Lexi has heard all about my childhood years, my siblings, the cooking and hospitality industry, fashion, and anything else my mamma deems fit to bamboozle her with.
We grab a drink and head outside to the pergola area overlooking their outdoor pool. Papa has wrapped his arm protectively around Lexi while talking to her. I stare fondly, admiring the two of them, thinking how lucky I am right now. All the advice my papa has ever given me is summed up right now in the beautiful form standing in front of me.
Mamma smiles, watching me watch Lexi so devotedly.
“So you really like this girl. You have fallen hard. It is lovely to see you smile again. I cannot remember the last time you looked this happy. I am so pleased for you, honestly,” she says, swiping a piece of lint from my shoulder before straightening the top button on my shirt. She always fusses around us, but for an easy life, I let her do it. I love her … she is my mamma.
“Thank you. I am glad you both like her. I am head over heels, deeply in love with her. So deep, I feel like I am losing myself in her … or to her I should say. I never knew it could feel like this or be this good, and so quickly. It feels a little surreal at times,” I say, sipping on my drink, looking over her shoulder to admire my girl.
“Si, love is a wonderful thing. You make sure you treat her properly and like a gentleman. Now, I would love to see you settle down soon. Then I will only need to get your sister off our hands,” she says with a hint of sarcasm.
“Do not hold your breath for that. She will never settle down.”
“We all said the same thing about you, and look at you now.” She turns around, casting her eyes towards Lexi.
“Yeah, about that. If there is any woman I would love to settle down with, it is Lexi. God, she is so special, but do not scare her off by being forward or impatient. This is all new to her, and a little overwhelming. She needs time to adjust to our new relationship. Everything is happening so quickly,” I say, straightening my sunglasses before sipping on my drink.
Mamma is extremely impatient. Obviously, I inherited that trait. Papa keeps her grounded most of the time, but he is a sucker and normally gives in to her. He cherishes her, even her impatient and pushy nature.
She laughs and swats my shoulder. “Lucca, out of all my children, you are the most impatient of all.” Her eyes brim with cheekiness.
“I learned from the best. Seriously, Mamma, please just let me do this in my own time and do not overwhelm her,” I add, narrowing my eyes telling her I am serious.
“Okay, for you, my dear son. Anything and because I love you dearly. I am just very happy you have finally found someone and brought a beautiful sweet girl here to our home.” Smiling, she inhales with enthusiasm. I roll my eyes. God, I hope she does not drive Lexi crazy by fussing over her. Besides, I want to fuss over her. I am not sure I am ready to share that yet.
“I wanted to mention to you, Donita called yesterday. Francesca is back, did you know?” she adds. My brow knits into an almighty frown.
I have not heard from her in a long time. Why would I know that? We lead completely separate lives now. She has not been my responsibility for a long time. I do not need to keep tabs on her.
“No, I did not. Have you seen her?” I ask, because I do still care for her, despite our distance, and I like to know how she is doing health wise.
“Not yet, but Donita tells me she is doing very well. I just thought you should know.” She motions for us to join Lexi and Papa again.
I nod and thank her but do not comment further. It is not like I am going to drive over and visit her, especially not with Lexi. If I were here on my own, then I would visit her, but it seems inappropriate now. I am thinking more of Lexi. I know if she was to introduce me to an ex, I would be riled with jealously. But then again, I am possessive, especially when it comes to her.
Orianna shows up, bursting with excitement in that girly way she does. Kissing me near to death, she introduces herself to Lexi. After she has almost traumatised my girl, I scold her for not being at home and at work.
Mamma corners Lexi by asking them both if they want to go shopping. Adorably, Lexi looks too shy to say no, but it pleases my mamma and Orianna to no end that Lexi bashfully agrees. I will need to make it up to her later.
Once they have left for Petrucci’s, the designer outlets, I call Marco and ask him to come over to look at the progress of my papa’s extension. After spending some time with my papa in the extension and talking to my Italian contractors with Marco, we catch up on all my other business.
It is coming on great. This space will be a grand ballroom and function suite. Papa heads off to check on the guests while Marco and I go over a shitload of work before catching up with Paulo, an old friend of ours who works for my papa.
A short while later, Papa interrupts us to sheepishly advise me I have visitors in the lounge waiting to see me. I share a glance at Marco, leaving him to get on with more than a few hours’ worth of work.
Papa pulls me aside in the lobby to advise me Donita, my mamma’s best friend, has unexpectedly shown up with Fran, her daughter. He prepares me before I enter the lounge. Fuck, what is she doing here? Lexi will be back soon and I do not want her to be placed in an awkward position. This is not how I expected today would go.
Entering the lounge, Donita and Fran both stand. Donita offers her arms to hug me. I welcome her and ask after her while Fran remains perfectly quiet and still. Years of raw emotion, anger, frustration, betrayal, love, hurt, abandonment, and grief simmer away at the mere sight of Fran. It just makes my past seem so real and here in the present.
I walk over and embrace her with a double cheek kiss and a short but friendly hug, not too overly familiar but friendly enough. She wears a smart red dress, possibly from her own line of clothing, and she looks well. The familiar smell of her perfume infiltrates my senses.
Fuck! This is difficult.
Other than being apprehensive and reserved, she seems healthy. The last time I saw her she was black around the eyes, painfully thin, and looked gaunt. She is still slim but does not carry the same grief and pain in her face.
Donita excuses herself and says she will catch up with Papa while she waits on Mamma’s return. I nod but do not remove my eyes from Fran, gauging what sort of mood she will be in or what she wants. They are blank … almost passive.
Once Donita leaves, there is a long silence. She barely moves, let alone breathes. I take her hand and sit on the sofa with her. Breaking the ice, I ask how she is in Italian. Our chat is formal and pretty much generalised. I ask about Milan, she asks about Osurac and the family.
I walk over to the drinks’ cabinet and pour myself a finger of good Scottish malt, realising it is probably not a wise choice, but I need something to numb me. It is overwhelming seeing her here. I offer Fran a drink of her choice, but she refuses alcohol. Instead, I open a bottle of sparkling water for her and pour it in a long glass.
Taking a seat again, I refrain from holding her hand. I grip the crystal tumbler with both my hands and sip it slowly. Changing to English, I ask how long she is saying and what made her come home.
Learning she is back for a design conference at the university, I nod. I am glad she is pursuing her career in designing. She is good at it and it gives her focus.
“Are you seeing anyone?” she asks, fidgeting with a bracelet on her wrist.
Wow, where did that come from? In a sudden panic that Lexi will be back at some point, I need to tell Fran about her. I want to tell her, but I was not sure how to approach her regarding it. Now she has given me an opportunity to tell her.
“Yes. I have met someone. Lexi … she is well,
she is special to me. Actually she is here with me, so you will get to meet her. She is out with Mamma and Orianna just now,” I say as assuredly as I can, without being inappropriate.
“Oh … I see. How long have you been seeing her?” she asks before sipping her water.
“Not long, but she makes me extremely happy and I would very much like to have a future with her,” I add.
Fran turns her head, sighs, and stares at the open fireplace. I reach for her hand, clasping mine over hers in a respectful way.
“I guess I am happy for you, then,” she says flatly.
“Look, Fran, I know this is not easy on either of us, and we have been through a lot, but I cannot put my life on hold any longer and waste my future. I need to move on, as do you. We are not getting any younger. Lexi, she is a remarkable woman. I think you will like her, if you give her a chance. I need someone in my life and Lexi … she is …” I stop when I see her bristle and feel her hand tense under my hold.
“I know … I know. It is just a shock to hear of you being committed to someone. I think I always thought you would never truly settle down. If you are happy, then I am happy for you,” she says, finally turning back around to face me, a tear running down her cheek.
Fuck!
I lift a handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to her. She fights back the tears threatening to spill … I know her, she is upset but trying to mask it.
“Do you mean that? Truly mean it, because I would love your blessing. You know how deeply I care for you and how I will always have a deep connection to you, so I would very much like you to be happy for me. It would mean a lot, and the last thing I want to do is upset you, or cause you any more pain. We need to be realistic and adults about this Fran. Lexi is my life now and I very much want a future with her,” I say, searching her green weepy eyes with sorrow.
She smiles, wipes her tears, and straightens up releasing my hand.
