Chapter 72
Alessandro
21 Weeks Pregnant
I flip the pages in the partially empty journal, unconsciously hoping for more, even though I know there isn’t. A picture falls out, dated January 3rd, the day my mamma died. The smile on her face, filled with love, overpowers the weakness in her body language. I don’t know everything that happened that night except what I was told.
Mamma placed me in the bassinet next to her bed and several hours later I woke to eat. Salvatore came from downstairs once I had been crying for longer than expected to check on us. When he came to Mamma’s side of the bed, her hand was draped into my bassinet and her body was cold. In the several hours between us falling asleep and me waking to eat, her heart had given out.
Luci cried the entire time I read Mamma’s journal. Now she’s panicked, holding her belly with one hand as she holds mine with the other, terrified history will repeat itself.
“Luci, look at me.” She fights me as I try to move the hand from her belly so I can hold my daughter as Luci focuses on me. “I would burn down this world if something happened to you. Do you want that to happen?” Her only response between falling tears is a shake of her head. “Then I will make sure nothing happens to you. You will give birth to our daughter and we will raise her to be as beautiful as her mamma and nonna and as fierce as a Leone man.”
Luci leans in as I’m still holding her belly and kisses me gently. That kiss alone says more than anything she could have spoken aloud. It’s not long until we melt into each other, causing passion to build. I let Luci take charge as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me while peeling off my suit jacket and fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. The hunger that develops in her eyes when she breaks our kiss is what turns my cock from firm to rock fucking solid when I grind myself against her.
“Alessandro. Remember what you said earlier?” Shit, what did I say earlier? My cock twitches when it clicks in my head.
“Remind me of my exact words, Wife.” I remember every second of the moment she’s talking about but want to hear her say it.
“I’m empty. Will you make sure I’m full?” She drags my hand under her dress, up her thighs to find her not wearing any underwear and soaking wet.
“But Luci, you’re so wet for me. How do we know who’s cum it is?” She grasps my hand once I dip two fingers in her, curling enough to get her wetness all over my fingers. Immediately she brings them to her mouth, moaning as she sucks on them.
“It doesn’t taste like you. Please fill me with your cum . . . Husband.” I love the mischievous smile that crosses her face when she knows she has me by the balls. One that wasn’t there when she first came into my life.
“Pull me out and sink onto my cock, then. Show me how much you want my cum dripping out of you for the rest of our lives.” Her good arm reaches between us as she’s up on her knees, unbuttoning my pants without getting off my lap. Once she has me out, I grab her hips, gliding her slowly onto my length.
“Jesus fucking Christ, your pussy is tight.” Luci freezes, mouth open, shocked by me taking the Lord’s name in vain. The crucifix on her necklace glimmers in the light of the room, matching the gold in her eyes. “Luci, you’re having my baby we conceived out of wedlock and you’re begging for my cum inside of you, but you’re ashamed of me taking the Lord’s name in vain?”
“Well . . . yeah.”
“Just come here.” When I kiss her, I slip my tongue between her lips, begging for access to her mouth. I grind up into her while grasping her hips to move her at the perfect angle we both need, receiving a pleasured shriek in response.
“Oh, Luci, you’re unbelievably sexy while you ride me in your wedding dress. Don’t be quiet. Let the entire house hear how much your husband pleases you.” I know exactly what will push Luci off the edge when she tightens around my shaft. I watch the reaction in her golden eyes as I move my thumb in circles around her clit.
“Alessandro!” Luci soaks me as she brings her head back, screaming when she comes in my lap. Immediately I jerk in choppy movements as I follow her, doing exactly what she asked me to do and filling her so full it leaks around us.
Luci screams and follows it with a laugh when I flip her onto my desk before pulling out of her. I grab my cum that’s leaked out of her and push it back in as Luci’s eyes get wide, sparking gold in the light.
“What did you do that for?”
“You wanted to be full of my essence. I made sure that happened.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips, our foreheads still touching after our lips have parted.
“Ti amo, Alessandro Salvatore Leone.”
“E ti amo, Luciana Stella Leone, mio premio.”