Francisco 'Tino' Valentino the third.
I laid next to my love as the sun rays came through the window lighting up her beautifully tan skin. My fingers slow made wave to touch her high cheeks bones tracing down to her pink lips. I felt my heart beat with every curve, the feeling of being bless fill my whole body. I never knew love could feel an ounce like this.
We have been living in this little villa a small two bedroom home in the middle of the busy city. A home I bought just for her and I close to her favorite church and the one I had robbed in my early criminal life.
Now, money came in from mysterious man with the over price coat. I still stole art for quiet man, who only shown emotion when art was in his hands.
Just days ago, he gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. I didn't.
"Buongiorno, Tito."
Something so simple as good morning made my heart fill with warmth. My hand gently moved her against my lips as my tongue swirl inside her mouth.
"Tito morning breath."
I didn't care about that
"Amor I have taste every single inch of your body. Nothing tastes more delicious than you."
Her cheeks flush rose pink, my sweet innocent girl.
Within seconds I ripped off her blankets as I made wave to her forbidden treasure that was made just for me.
My tongue made it between her lips as the air begin to fill with her sweet orchestra of moans and sweet scent of her arousal. This right here was what I live for. I slowly reach higher and higher to her body as my erect rod was ready to enter what he called home.
I slowly insert myself inside her as she let of pleads and screams all in Italian.
Slowly thrusting inside of her, grunts escape my lips. "Più veloce"
She yells faster.
My little innocent Bella is a low down freak.
"I love you." I repeated said over and over again as our bodies shook of ultimate orgasm.
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I still remember our last night before I left to New York. I only to return to see her marrying my brother. My own flesh and blood betrayed me, my blood boil at idea of someone else loving the woman of my dreams.
This my second time landing in place I hate, I place reminding me of my own betrayal. I was here to rightfully claim what's mine.
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