But Too Well

Bonus Chapter #3 : Famiglia

A/N: Um. Highly NSFW. 😏 Enjoy.

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"Famiglia"

"Oh, Nero..."

Rosalyn's fingers curl into my hair and yank harshly at the top of my head as I deliver another brutal, heavy thrust, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

Fanculo. She's panting and I'm balls deep inside her and then there's a loud knock on the front door.

"Ignore it," she chokes, grinding her hips into mine insistently.

Who the fuck is knocking on a Saturday morning? I reach down to suck a dusky nipple into my mouth and she lets out a throaty gasp.

There's another knock.

"What the—oh, fucking hell, dolcezza. What time is it?"

I glance at the clock beside our bed and the red numbers say it's just past ten-thirty. Oh fuck.

"Please, Nero..." She digs her fingers into my ass but I curse out loud, shaking my head and tearing my lips away from her smooth skin.

"Shit, Rosalyn, it's your brother." I pull her arms away and pry her legs off of me, groaning when I slide out of her. Her muscles clench around me like she's trying to hold me hostage. Merda.

"What?" She's covered in sweat and my cazzo is still hard and coated in her wet arousal.

I growl, swearing softly and running a flustered hand through my hair. "We were supposed to go boxing. Dio cane..."

Before I know what's happening, she wraps her naked body with a swath of sheets from our bed and marches angrily out of the bedroom is a huff of frustrated breath.

"Rosalyn," I warn hoarsely. Porca troia. Oh hell...

I hear the front door swing open. She cuts off whatever Daniel was about to say with "Daniel." Her petulant voice is raw from shouting my name. "Go away for five more minutes so I can have a damn orgasm."

And then she slams the door in his face.

She stomps back into our room looking as hot and irritated as hell.

"Merda. He is going to murder me, carina," I tell her, but she doesn't seem to care.

She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck, presses her naked body close to mine. My cock strains against her stomach.

She collapses back on the bed and tugs me after her, spreads her thighs apart and wastes no time, using one of her small hands to guide me back into her. We both curse obscenely into the warm air around us, fucking each other and forgetting about how I'm not going be alive in a couple hours.

Five minutes and two climaxes later, she's happy and satisfied. She drapes herself with our linens and limps away to open the door.

I fucking hope my sborro isn't dripping down her legs.

"Are you serious, Ros?" I hear him mutter, sounding mortified. The poor sfigato is probably beat red. "Could you go, um, put some clothes on?"

She giggles and I can't help it when the soft sound makes me smile.

"Ah, no," I hear him say. "Do not try to kiss me with that mouth of yours. Ugh...You smell like sex. Jesus Christ."

"There's coffee and muffins in the kitchen," she offers, amused and unbothered. "Give Nero a minute. He's..." She trails off with another giggle.