Page 37 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

With heavy eyes, she nods in response to my question. “Good,” my lips roam her neck as my fingers linger over her sensitive clit, “because I want to fill you with my cum so that we can watch it drip from you.”

“Dante…,” her raspy voice carries a tinge of concern and I know it’s because we are rolling the dice not using any form of contraception.

I moan back into her ear, “Cuore mio, I want everything that comes from finishing buried deep inside of you. But if you tell me to pull out, I will.”

“Dante…,” tears well in her eyes while her heavy head falls back on my shoulder, my cock continuing to rock in and out of her while my fingers play with her clit. Her hips ride mine, only further drawing my release from me.

When her body tightens and she clamps hard around my cock, I am unable to hold back any longer. With a loud groan in her ear, I empty myself inside of her, not stopping until she has milked every drop of cum from me.

With my cock still buried deep inside, and my arms tightly wrapped around her, I rest her on my thighs and hold her exhausted body against mine. Gradually going soft inside of her, my cum begins to slowly trickle down her thighs.

“Do you see how fucking beautiful we are together?” I watch as her fingers glide through the cum on her thigh. I groan watching her bring my collected release to her mouth and sucking it from her fingers.

When she is done cleaning me from her thighs, I lay our bodies onto the bed with my arms wrapped around her chest, “You’re fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

We lay in silence. The only sounds in this room our breaths and the occasional rattle of the air conditioner. Just when I think she has fallen asleep, she whispers, “Dante?”

“Yes,cuoremio?”

“I love you too.

VENECIA

“I love you too,” the words flow from my mouth without hesitation.

Considering the fact that I have never spoken those words to anyone but my family, I would have thought that it would feel weird to say them. But it wasn’t. Instead it felt complete natural, as though I have been saying it to him my whole life.

My face resting on his sweaty chest, my hair damp from my own exertion draped across us, “Did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?”

“What you said about finishing inside of me?”

Tilting my face towards his, I see his angling down towards mine and kissing my forehead, “Of course,cuore mio.”

It’s ridiculous.

Crazy, even.

And I know that logically the idea of possibly getting pregnant is insane.

Maybe I’m sex drunk. Maybe I’m in some weird euphoria from hearing that he loves me.

Fuck, maybe it’s some crazy trauma response to thinking I was going to die this morning.

All I know is that I like the idea of growing his children inside of me.

As much as I want to tell him, to talk about this, my physical exhaustion from how far he continues to push my body gets the better of me. Within minutes the repetitive thump of his heart has me drifting off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.

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The next three days are spent confined to this motel room – talking, eating take-out, and watching old reruns on the grainy TV.

It’s mid-afternoon when Dante pulls the disposable phone from his bag and slides the battery into the back. Powering it on, it takes a moment for it to connect to service. When it does, two text messages from yesterday ding through.

SAL

Everyone is home

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