I woke up in the morning and I noticed Marciello was out of bed.
I was so tired. My feet hurt and I felt like the world was spinning constantly.
I brushed my teeth then I went down the stairs and saw Marciello laughing with some woman.
I felt my jealousy spike up, she was gorgeous. She told Marciello something and then she left out.
"Who was that?", I asked Marciello.
"That was Lisa, she's the chef," Marciello said.
"Oh she's pretty," I commented.
"But your crazy beautiful," Marciello said as he leaned down and gave me a kiss.
"Did you take your pills?", Marciello asked. I nodded my head, I had taken them earlier this morning.
"Good, you only have 1 more dose," he said.
"Yeah,"
"I was thinking after that we could go on vacation and spend some more time together alone,'' Marciello said as he pulled me closer.
" I would like that," I said, smiling slightly. He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss.
"I love you so much, Bella," he murmured against my lips.
"I love you too," I replied, kissing him again.
"Umm Mr. and Mrs. Romani?", the chef said.
We pulled apart and looked at her.
"What would you like for breakfast?", she asked.
"It doesn't matter as long as it involves some waffles," Marciello said.
"That's okay with you babe?", he asked me.
I nodded and we left out the kitchen.
"What do you want to do today?", he asked as he pulled me close to him.
"Well, I was thinking we could go have some fun upstairs," I said, biting my lip.
His eyes lit up and he carried me up the stairs.
We went into our room and he laid me down on the bed then proceeded to take off all of my clothes. I helped him out of his and he got on top off me.
His lips met mine and I moaned softly.
His hands stroked my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy each time.
Finally he met his destination, plunging two fingers into my sex.
"Oh God," I moaned softly. In my head I immediately apologized to God, I knew I shouldn't be calling out his name at a time like this.
His other hand gripped the side of my breast, while he sucked on my other nipple.
He fingered me faster and harder, making me moan louder.
"Marciello!", I screamed loudly as I came. He turned me over onto my stomach.
"Still so fucking fat," he growled as he slapped my ass.
He pulled my ass cheeks apart before plunging his tongue into my sex.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as my hands fisted the bed sheets. He continued slurping on my sex until I was dry.
I felt him pull away and his hands gripped my hips.
"¿Estás listo para esta polla, bebé?", he asked me. (You ready for this dick, baby?)
"Sí papí, soy todo tuyo," I moaned in response. (Yes daddy, I'm all yours.)
He plunged into me, groaning softly.
"Follar, su coño es tan apretado," Marciello hissed. (Fuck, your pussy is so tight.)
I moaned softly and thrusted back against him.
He started thrusting into me at a faster pace, his hands gripping my hips hard.
"Joder, no te detengas! Ir más rápido!¡Dámelo!," I moaned. (Fuck don't stop! Go faster! Give it to me!)
"¿Está seguro que puede manejar?," he asked. (Are you sure you can handle it?)
Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was smirking.
"Sí papí, dámelo," I moaned, thrusting back against him.
"Fuck, babe," he groaned, speeding up his thrust.
The headboard banged wildly against the wall as his grip on my hips tightened.
"Fuck! Oh god, I'm cumming," I moaned as I came all over his dick.
He pulled out of me and I turned around, stroking his length.
I continued stroking him as I took his tip into my mouth.
"Fuck bebé," he groaned. I moaned softly and bobbed my head, taking more of him into my mouth.
Marciello's hands gripped at my head and he thrusted into my mouth.
I gagged slightly and he groaned in pleasure. I sucked on him harder and faster, taking more of him into my mouth.
"Fuck, that's good bebé. Keep going," Marciello moaned.
I sucked more of him into my mouth, deep-throating him.
I took him out of my mouth and went back to stroking his length. I leaned down and sucked one of his balls into my mouth before switching to the other.
"Oh fuck I'm about to cum, don't stop bebé," Marciello groaned. I took his length back into my mouth as he started thrusting upward.
"Shit, fuck!", he groaned as he came inside of my mouth. I released him out of my mouth swallowing up all of his cum.
I sucked on him a few more times until I knew that was all he was offering.
"That was amazing bebé," Marciello said breathlessly.
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After our sexual escapades we cleaned up and went down the stairs.
The food was done and Marciello paid the women her money.
"Thanks," we told her.
"No problem," she said as she left out the house.
"Come sit on my lap, bebé," Marciello said. I went over to him and sat on his lap, looking down at the plates of food.
I had no idea how hungry I was.
Marciello grabbed the fork and fed me a piece of one of the waffles. The taste exploded in my mouth and I almost moaned in pleasure.
"She was the one cooking my meals before, huh?", I asked him.
"Yeah, you know my cooking skills are shit," he admitted.
I laughed and kissed him.
"They're not that bad,'' I said.
"I know they are, I'm probably the worst," he said.
"Obviously you've never been to Copeland's. Every time I order something with bread, it's always burnt,'' I said.
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Seriously guys. I know I have only been their twice (once in Baton Rouge and another time in Metarie) but the bread was burnt each time.
I ordered a burger, the bread was burnt. I ordered a po-boy the bread was burnt. My aunt ordered a shrimp platter, the shrimp and whatever else that other shit was, was burnt.
Like if you go there don't order anything dealing with bread, or just go to their other restaurant Cheesecake Bistro it's good as fuck.
Anyways sorry for the short update, but I hoped you still enjoyed it.
Thanks to those who, read, voted and commented!
See ya next time.
