Chapter 87

Luca’s POV

I woke to the feeling of Mara’s soft hands on the bare skin of my hard cock, drawing a deep moan from me. “Ah, Marabella, what are you-“, I tried to question her, but she cut me off, as she stroked my cock. “Shh, just let me, please” she uttered, dipping her head and licking from the bottom of my shaft to the tip.

My hips lifted on their own as I threw my head back and groaned. Her next move had my head snapping up and my hand reaching for her hair. She had wrapped her precious lips around the tip of my cock and started taking in as much as she could. As she came back up, she rubbed her tongue along the bottom side of my shaft, then did the same thing as she went back down, taking me further in her mouth.

I moaned and gripped her hair tighter, “Oh cazzo, gattina, continua cos e io verro in pichi colpo (Oh fuck, kitten, you keep that up, and I’ll be cumming in a few strokes)”, my voice was strained. Mara moaned, intensifying the feeling, and making my hips buck, pushing my cock further down her throat. “Oh cazzo, bambina (Oh fuck, baby girl)”, I groaned, using the hand in her hair to push even further into her mouth.

Mara gagged slightly, I felt her throat constrict, then loosen as she got her footing. “Brava ragazza (Good girl)”, I praised her, making her moan again. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on *. Visit *. to read the complete chapters for free. Mara bobbed her head, letting me slide in and out of her throat. “Ah, cazzo, Marabella. Sto per sborrare, bombina (Ah, fuck, Marabella. I’m going to cum, baby girl)”, I said through gritted teeth.

Mara put extra pressure on the underside of my cock with her tongue, as she came back up. I felt my sack tighten and my spine tingle, telling me that I was done for. As she went back down, I released. I gripped her hair tighter, pushing her further down on my cock, so that I could cum down her throat.

I moaned and grunted loudly. Only she can make me cum that hard. “Ingoia Cogni goccia, gattina (Swallow every drop, kitten)”, I moaned. As Mara came back up, her tongue swiped my shaft, swirled around the tip and released with a pop. I grunted at the feeling, ready to cum again.

With my fingers still in her hair, I guided her up my body, so that she was straddling me. “My god, piccolo”, I groaned, smashing my lips on hers. “Why did you do that for me? You are hurt”, I asked, confused. Mara grinned softly, “You deserved it”, she whispered shyly. “I fucking love you Marabella Rose”, I uttered. “I love you, Luca”, she responded with a smile.

I slammed my lips back to hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Mara’s hands skimmed my chest, as she let out little whimpers. I used my free hand to massage up her leg and to grab hand fulls of her ass. “Luca”, she gasped, gripping my shoulders. “Does that feel good, piccola?”, I questioned. “Yes”, she groaned.

A knock at the door interrupted us. I scowled and looked at the bedside clock. 10:45pm. Mara tried to get off my lap, but I stopped her. “Don’t move”, I ordered, with a frown. “Enter”, I called out. The door opened and the same maid from the other day, walked in. What was her name again? Brandy? Brittany? Brianna?

“I was intrusted that you were awake and to bring you dinner”, she said, before she looked up and spotted us. She froze with shock before it contorted to… disgust? Jealousy? Marabella stiffened at the maid’s voice. She laid her head on my chest and kissed my torso. I know that she was trying to slyly cover my bare chest, while also boldly laying a claim on me. I absolutely love it. I love her protectiveness.

I ran my hands up Mara’s back as I spoke. “You can just set it on the table”, I ordered, pointing to the coffee table on the other side of the room. The maid finally stopped looking at Mara with pure jealousy to look at me and nod. “Yes sir”, she said, doing what she was told. The maid cast one last look in our direction before she put her head down and left the room.

“I love how possessive you get with me”, I whispered, hugging her closer to my chest. Mara placed another tender kiss on my chest. “I don’t like her”, she mumbled. “Hmm, I can tell, gattina”, I teased, with a slight squeeze. She lifted her head and look at me with the cutest pout. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her bottom lip poked out. I immediately reached my thumb out to touch her plump lip.

“I don’t trust her, Luca. And, I don’t like the way she keeps showing up when you are half-naked”, she admitted, her lips moving against my thumb. I grinned, “I’ll tell the kitchen staff not to send her up here, anymore, okay?”, I asked, with an arched eyebrow. She nodded softly. I laid a sharp smack onto her ass cheek, under the covers. A perfect skin to skin contact.

A mixture between a whimper and a moan left her lips. “Luca”, she whined. “Usa le tue parole, mia bella moglie. (Use your words, my beautiful wife)”, I said sternly. “Fanculo. Si. Questo va bene (Fuck. Yes that is fine)”, she whined. “E cosi sexy quando pari sella mia lingua madre, piccola (It is so sexy when you speak in my native tongue, little one)”, I growled. I nibbled on her neck, as my hands slid from her ass up her back.

“Let’s eat our food, before it gets cold”, Mara suggested, softly. “I’d rather eat you”, I smirked. Mara’s face turned a dark shade of red. “Luca”, she whispered shyly. “Yes, gattina?”, I asked, connecting my lips to her neck. Her head tilted to the side, giving me better access.

Her stomach growled, making me chuckle. “Okay, fine. We can eat before it gets cold”, I sighed playfully. Mara smiled and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before getting off my lap. She grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me up.