made me so proud. All that you’ve accomplished. You’re such a survivor. Please, do me this honor and let me give you away today.”
His request, his words, his very presence mended a hole in my heart. Right there. Right then. I hadn’t realized it was even there. But it was, all along. Every day since Madre’s funeral, since he and I had stopped talking, my heart had ached. “I would like nothing more, Padre .”
As the day progressed, I was reminded by my loved ones how short life was and that every day, each moment, should be enjoyed to the best of our ability.
The next day, my two husbands and I traveled on to Moscow.
Then a few days later we were in Paris.
Then a week later Beirut.
And two weeks after that, Ibiza!
The sun and the sand with a drink in my hand. I’d never believed in love at first sight until I went to Ibiza.
We had nights I would always remember. Rocco topped Luigi. I topped Luigi, too.
My hair got lighter. My skin became darker. The water seemed warmer. The music sounded louder. I felt younger. Our lovemaking went on for ohhh …so much longer.
My life just got a whole of a lot better.
Frickin’ A! I can’t be preggers.
Jemma
The Ritz Carlton Hotel, Manhattan, New York
Six weeks later
Cazzo!
“Lick…harder,” I sassed, trying to overcome an odd wave of nausea I’d awoken to a few minutes before.
Rocco lapped his tongue around the sensitive flesh on my clit. The leather mask he’d worn the previous night at Taddy’s soiree was pulled up over his forehead, causing the long, black curls of his hair to frame his beautiful face.
We’d had so much fun dancing the night away. TV producers who’d been following us for weeks from country to country had asked us to do a reality show.
Can you believe it?
He buried his Roman nose, full lips, and thick tongue deep inside me.
“ Sì, move over,” he muttered between grunts in Luigi’s direction. “Let me have her.”
Luigi brought my body over his as I spread my legs wider for Rocco. We were just waking up to another naughty day in the Big Apple.
“ Cazzo. It’s too early for anal,” I cried out as Rocco started to finger my ass.
“Jemma, it’s never too early.” Luigi put on a condom, and slid himself inside my ass, filling me.
Up and down my entire body ran an erotic shiver. Curling my toes, I held onto Rocco’s torso. Guiding my body to receive him as well. Mind you, this takes a bit of effort.
“We haven’t even had espresso yet,” I contested.
But how could I resist them?
I bit my lower lip as Luigi slid deeper into me. Rocco climbed on top, slamming himself into my cunt. “ Bello , slow down.”
“Jem. My Jemmy!” he cried out.
Luigi palmed the globes of my ass and shouted dirty things, sexy things, getting all alpha.
Each of them stiffened inside me, and I melted between them. Rocco thrust forward as Luigi pulled back.
“Oh, amore . Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”
Wet. I started to get so wet.
“I’m going to come,” Rocco moaned.
Glancing down, my eyes caught his massive dick thrusting in. Then he’d pull back a few inches, his face longing to fill me again. And so he’d drive back in as satisfaction filled him just as it did me.
“Come,” I growled in his ear.
His hotness jetted inside me.
I closed my eyes and saw bright colors burst under my eyelids. An orgasm crashed over me, too. My body trembled.
Luigi held me tight and slowed his thrusts in my ass down.
I opened my eyes to see Rocco lowering his face under my pussy and to Luigi’s dick. He loved to taste him.
Pulling out of my ass, he threw the condom on the floor.
Rocco sucked him dry.
Unsure whose arms and legs belonged to whom, we laid in bed together entangled. I ran a hand over each of their chests.
Luigi spooned me from behind. His big hands, rough and callus grazed my back.
Rocco stared at me as if he wanted to say something. Something had been on his mind. Always sensitive, he’d been acting weird
His request, his words, his very presence mended a hole in my heart. Right there. Right then. I hadn’t realized it was even there. But it was, all along. Every day since Madre’s funeral, since he and I had stopped talking, my heart had ached. “I would like nothing more, Padre .”
As the day progressed, I was reminded by my loved ones how short life was and that every day, each moment, should be enjoyed to the best of our ability.
The next day, my two husbands and I traveled on to Moscow.
Then a few days later we were in Paris.
Then a week later Beirut.
And two weeks after that, Ibiza!
The sun and the sand with a drink in my hand. I’d never believed in love at first sight until I went to Ibiza.
We had nights I would always remember. Rocco topped Luigi. I topped Luigi, too.
My hair got lighter. My skin became darker. The water seemed warmer. The music sounded louder. I felt younger. Our lovemaking went on for ohhh …so much longer.
My life just got a whole of a lot better.
Frickin’ A! I can’t be preggers.
Jemma
The Ritz Carlton Hotel, Manhattan, New York
Six weeks later
Cazzo!
“Lick…harder,” I sassed, trying to overcome an odd wave of nausea I’d awoken to a few minutes before.
Rocco lapped his tongue around the sensitive flesh on my clit. The leather mask he’d worn the previous night at Taddy’s soiree was pulled up over his forehead, causing the long, black curls of his hair to frame his beautiful face.
We’d had so much fun dancing the night away. TV producers who’d been following us for weeks from country to country had asked us to do a reality show.
Can you believe it?
He buried his Roman nose, full lips, and thick tongue deep inside me.
“ Sì, move over,” he muttered between grunts in Luigi’s direction. “Let me have her.”
Luigi brought my body over his as I spread my legs wider for Rocco. We were just waking up to another naughty day in the Big Apple.
“ Cazzo. It’s too early for anal,” I cried out as Rocco started to finger my ass.
“Jemma, it’s never too early.” Luigi put on a condom, and slid himself inside my ass, filling me.
Up and down my entire body ran an erotic shiver. Curling my toes, I held onto Rocco’s torso. Guiding my body to receive him as well. Mind you, this takes a bit of effort.
“We haven’t even had espresso yet,” I contested.
But how could I resist them?
I bit my lower lip as Luigi slid deeper into me. Rocco climbed on top, slamming himself into my cunt. “ Bello , slow down.”
“Jem. My Jemmy!” he cried out.
Luigi palmed the globes of my ass and shouted dirty things, sexy things, getting all alpha.
Each of them stiffened inside me, and I melted between them. Rocco thrust forward as Luigi pulled back.
“Oh, amore . Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”
Wet. I started to get so wet.
“I’m going to come,” Rocco moaned.
Glancing down, my eyes caught his massive dick thrusting in. Then he’d pull back a few inches, his face longing to fill me again. And so he’d drive back in as satisfaction filled him just as it did me.
“Come,” I growled in his ear.
His hotness jetted inside me.
I closed my eyes and saw bright colors burst under my eyelids. An orgasm crashed over me, too. My body trembled.
Luigi held me tight and slowed his thrusts in my ass down.
I opened my eyes to see Rocco lowering his face under my pussy and to Luigi’s dick. He loved to taste him.
Pulling out of my ass, he threw the condom on the floor.
Rocco sucked him dry.
Unsure whose arms and legs belonged to whom, we laid in bed together entangled. I ran a hand over each of their chests.
Luigi spooned me from behind. His big hands, rough and callus grazed my back.
Rocco stared at me as if he wanted to say something. Something had been on his mind. Always sensitive, he’d been acting weird
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