Wild Horses

The seamstress and the fisherman

"Is it really safe to go back?" Lira asked as they drove to Bucciarati's house, which they hadn't been to since they moved to the hideout.

"Fugo checked it out last night after the masquerade. It's all clear," Bucciarati said. "Or did you want everyone to see you walk into the hideout wearing that same outfit from last night, now a little ripped and broken?" A playful smirk danced across his face.

"No thanks, the house is good," Lira said. She imagined Mista having a breakdown at the clearly post-coital sight of her and Bucciarati. She definitely needed a shower. And a hair comb.

Bucciarati pulled into the driveway, and Lira struggled to step out of the car. Her vag was sore from the night before, and her thighs were
bruised. They entered the house, and the warm comfort of finally returning home washed over them. Lira headed straight for the shower.

When she had finished washing herself up, she went to the kitchen and found Bucciarati had showered and was already making breakfast. His wet hair was cutely tucked behind his ears, and he looked casually sexy in baggy sweatpants and no shirt. He slid a plate of waffles down the counter to Lira. Her mouth began to water. Was it from the waffles, or his toned abs?

"Bruno, I don't think I've ever seen you in sweatpants."

"I'm not going to work today," Bucciarati smirked. He poured them coffee from the French press and sat down with her to enjoy the waffles with maple syrup and lots of butter. "Make sure you eat alot so you can restore your energy from last night," he said playfully.

Lira scoffed and smiled at him before shoving a large piece of waffle into her mouth. Bucciarati rubbed her ankle with his foot under the table. He gazed at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"I love you," Bucciarati replied and sipped his coffee. Lira chuckled.

"I love you, too," she said with a grin.

After breakfast, they sat cuddled up together on the couch. "Now that Amarezza and Stromboli have been taken down, I guess Passione won't be needing my talents so much anymore," Lira mused.

Bucciarati hummed. "Probably. Things will go back to normal. Scamming tourists, extorting businesses, selling drugs, running strip clubs."

"Just normal mafia stuff," Lira said.

"Yea," Bruno said. Lira detected a hint of sadness in his voice.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Lira said, "I want to reopen the alterations and tailoring business. But this time, I'll sell my own designs, too."

"Amore mio, that's a wonderful idea!" Bucciarati perked up and kissed her. "Your designs are incredible. You are incredible." He seductively trailed his kisses down her neck.

🍋⚠️ (They are at it again. Skip the rest of this chapter if you dont want sexy sex stuff)

"Bruno," Lira gasped as she felt a pang of desire stirring inside her. She saw the bulge clearly through his sweatpants. "Again?" she asked excitedly.

"Again," he panted as he pulled her clothes off. She hastily pulled his sweatpants down, watching as his cock once again sprang out. She was still surprised by how large it was, and she felt incredibly lucky. She kneeled down in front of the couch and positioned herself between his legs before taking him into her mouth. "Oh fuck," Bucciarati said as he bucked into her, "that feels so good." The next minute, Lira had moved on top of him and was straddling his hips. She lowered herself and once again inserted his large member. She moaned and bit her lip as she was reminded of the soreness from the night before.

"Cara, we don't have to," Bucciarati whispered.

"I want to," she moaned quietly in his ear. She slowly moved up and down on him, shivering with pleasure each time he was fully inside her. Bruno thrust his hips upwards, sending a chill up her spine. She let out a loud, pleasurable gasp.

"Lira," he moaned her name. He was guiding her motion with his hands on her hips. Beads of sweat formed between them as their heart rates increased. They were at it for a while, enjoying the sensation of each other's body. Pressure began building inside of Lira, and she finally burst with incredible pleasure. She let out a loud gasp and moaned as she held him close to her. Bucciarati, likewise, thrust into her as he felt her orgasming, and he exploded inside of her. The pleasure was intoxicating. "Lira, fuck, you feel unbelievable," he gasped.

Lira felt the hot, sticky substance between her thighs. "Oops," she said as she rested on him. She was drunk on the afterglow and kissing his neck. Bucciarati stood up, picking her up with him, and carried her to the shower.

"Can we go to the pharmacy after this?" Lira asked in a daze.

"Of course, amore mio. Anything you want."

A/n Alrighty yall, we have got to the smut! Our protagonists have finally done the deed. I hope it's alright 😬 they are on their way now to get that good good plan b and a box of condoms for later ahahahaha