cold if I suck you down here.” Then she put her mouth around the tip of his penis and the feast began.
Alfonzo her thighs, tongued her clit, sucked honey and mango flesh as she worked her mouth up and down his staff letting her tongue slide like a stripper on a pole until his ejaculate was a geyser of cum.
Nourishment is what he received in mass doses from her vaginal liquid supplements. He drank from her lips in acceptance of her carnal offerings. After they each had their fill, slept claimed them. Rest was another form of rejuvenation.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sergio rolled over in bed. Music played in the background. He must have forgotten to turn off the stereo and the singing crept in to shorten his sleep. His mouth hung open spilling a line of drool that had attached to his face. He wiped his cheek and mouth. His eyes opened in the darkened room to see the illuminated numbers on the clock which read 12:02 a.m.
He sat up rubbing his hand down his hairless chest which glistened with sweat. The conversation with Lucia came to mind. “I am pregnant Sergio,” she told him a few days ago.
He’d taken Alfonzo’s advice a while back and stepped to Matteo and the dude wasn’t pleased. He warned Sergio. “Hurt my sister and I will not be forgiving.”
Sergio grimaced, he was torn. On the one hand he really dug Lucia but on the flip side having a baby this early in their relationship added a pressure he couldn’t handle. He hadn’t spoken to Lucia in days, not because he was mad or anything but it’d taken that long for reality to sink in. Matteo would have his ass on a platter if he didn’t marry Lucia. He had old-fashioned values, which Sergio gauged by the way he spoke about honor and duty. Last night he called his sister and told her he was having a kid. Tanya was congratulatory and probably more excited about the prospect of becoming an aunt than he was about being father. Being a father wasn’t the problem, he just didn’t know if what he felt for Lucia was love or lust. He cared about her a lot, more than any woman he’d been with but things were moving so fast his head was swimming.
He stood, stretched and then shuffled out the door for an early morning breakfast. His feet stopped the moment he came around the corridor. Seated in the living room, flanked by a pair of brolic henchmen was Matteo.
“You are a very deep sleeper,” Matteo said as he uncrossed his legs and then rose.
Sergio’s stomach churned. Damn, how did Matteo get pass security? He chucked the question in the trash, it was stupid. “I was tired.”
Matteo smoothed his sleeves. His eyes traveled from the quality material to Sergio. “I have spoken with my sister; apparently you have not taken her calls.”
Sergio rocked from side to side. The nervousness got the best of him. “I’ve had a lot going on. I planned to call her today.”
Matteo frowned. “She has told me she is having a bambino and you did not take the news well, is that true?”
“Nah, I’m alright.”
Matteo walked forward to study Sergio’s face. He saw the lie. “My mother is a devout Catholic in many respects. On the topic of children she believes a couple should be married. Our family has gone through many difficult times with the loss of my father. I do not intend for her to endure further heartache.” He wrapped his fingers around Sergio’s neck and began to squeeze. “You will marry Lucia immediately, capisce?”
Sergio’s nostrils flared. He choked out an answer, “I’m not marrying anybody unless I’m good and ready.”
The men with Matteo scurried over and halted at his side. The pressure to Sergio’s neck relaxed when Matteo withdrew his hand. He smirked as Sergio rubbed his neck. Matteo nodded and a fist bounced Sergio’s body off the wall. Matteo waited for him to stand upright. “Is that your position?”
“I make my own decisions you sonovabitch!”
A fist struck Sergio in the face and he fell
Alfonzo her thighs, tongued her clit, sucked honey and mango flesh as she worked her mouth up and down his staff letting her tongue slide like a stripper on a pole until his ejaculate was a geyser of cum.
Nourishment is what he received in mass doses from her vaginal liquid supplements. He drank from her lips in acceptance of her carnal offerings. After they each had their fill, slept claimed them. Rest was another form of rejuvenation.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sergio rolled over in bed. Music played in the background. He must have forgotten to turn off the stereo and the singing crept in to shorten his sleep. His mouth hung open spilling a line of drool that had attached to his face. He wiped his cheek and mouth. His eyes opened in the darkened room to see the illuminated numbers on the clock which read 12:02 a.m.
He sat up rubbing his hand down his hairless chest which glistened with sweat. The conversation with Lucia came to mind. “I am pregnant Sergio,” she told him a few days ago.
He’d taken Alfonzo’s advice a while back and stepped to Matteo and the dude wasn’t pleased. He warned Sergio. “Hurt my sister and I will not be forgiving.”
Sergio grimaced, he was torn. On the one hand he really dug Lucia but on the flip side having a baby this early in their relationship added a pressure he couldn’t handle. He hadn’t spoken to Lucia in days, not because he was mad or anything but it’d taken that long for reality to sink in. Matteo would have his ass on a platter if he didn’t marry Lucia. He had old-fashioned values, which Sergio gauged by the way he spoke about honor and duty. Last night he called his sister and told her he was having a kid. Tanya was congratulatory and probably more excited about the prospect of becoming an aunt than he was about being father. Being a father wasn’t the problem, he just didn’t know if what he felt for Lucia was love or lust. He cared about her a lot, more than any woman he’d been with but things were moving so fast his head was swimming.
He stood, stretched and then shuffled out the door for an early morning breakfast. His feet stopped the moment he came around the corridor. Seated in the living room, flanked by a pair of brolic henchmen was Matteo.
“You are a very deep sleeper,” Matteo said as he uncrossed his legs and then rose.
Sergio’s stomach churned. Damn, how did Matteo get pass security? He chucked the question in the trash, it was stupid. “I was tired.”
Matteo smoothed his sleeves. His eyes traveled from the quality material to Sergio. “I have spoken with my sister; apparently you have not taken her calls.”
Sergio rocked from side to side. The nervousness got the best of him. “I’ve had a lot going on. I planned to call her today.”
Matteo frowned. “She has told me she is having a bambino and you did not take the news well, is that true?”
“Nah, I’m alright.”
Matteo walked forward to study Sergio’s face. He saw the lie. “My mother is a devout Catholic in many respects. On the topic of children she believes a couple should be married. Our family has gone through many difficult times with the loss of my father. I do not intend for her to endure further heartache.” He wrapped his fingers around Sergio’s neck and began to squeeze. “You will marry Lucia immediately, capisce?”
Sergio’s nostrils flared. He choked out an answer, “I’m not marrying anybody unless I’m good and ready.”
The men with Matteo scurried over and halted at his side. The pressure to Sergio’s neck relaxed when Matteo withdrew his hand. He smirked as Sergio rubbed his neck. Matteo nodded and a fist bounced Sergio’s body off the wall. Matteo waited for him to stand upright. “Is that your position?”
“I make my own decisions you sonovabitch!”
A fist struck Sergio in the face and he fell
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