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I focus on her clit and only her clit, teasing and rubbing like I own it. A savage beast punishing an innocent lamb. My dick is throbbing, begging for relief. Every time she whimpers and moans my fucking stomach goes tight and my legs shake. I play with her, lap my tongue over her nipples, tug at them with my teeth, growl against her skin. She’s bucking against me now.God fucking damn.My finger rolls over her clit, stroking and ravaging—fucking owning her—until her entire body quivers and throbs. Sloppy, wet, unhinged, carnal need sparks and builds and crashes. Then, she explodes hard and fast against my hand, moaning shamelessly into the room.
“That’s it, baby. Give me your moans. Soak my fucking finger.”
Her hands clench the sheets as she pushes her perfect pussy against my hand. Her breath is ragged, her eyes hooded. She glances at my hard as fuck cock. “What about you?”
I brush a thumb across her lips. “I’m going to come.” I shove my thumb inside and her teeth scrape my skin. “And when I do, it will be in that beautiful mouth.”
Fire sparks in her eyes as she curls her tongue around my thumb.
I pull it out and grip her chin. “Later. Right now, I need you to get dressed. We’re going to tell my father he’s going to be a grandpa.”
39
Callisto
I pull in front of the villa, cut the engine on my rental car and walk the familiar path to the gate that leads to the back door. Makenna holds my hand the whole way. My nonna’s home is a traditional Italian villa—stone exterior with a terracotta roof. Inside, the walls are ivory plaster with wooden beams on the ceiling, limestone floors and bricked archways leading from room to room. The curtains are open, letting the natural light shine on the pastel furnishings.
Nonna is at the kitchen table, dipping a cookie into her morning coffee.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. “Buongiorno, Nonna.”
She looks up at me through her reading glasses and smiles. Matteo is across from her, scrolling through his phone.
“Where’s the old man?” I ask, not caring which one of them answers.
Matteo points upstairs without looking up from his phone.
My eyes find Makenna’s, bright, blue and gentle. She pulls her hand from mine. “You should do this alone.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Nonna bounces a gaze between us but doesn’t say a word. I grab a cookie and head upstairs, smiling at the family pictures on the wall, knowing I’ll be adding to the collection soon.
The sun shines in through the window at the top of the stairs. The bedroom door is still closed.
I fling it open as I take a bite of cookie.
Dad is still in bed, lying on his back. The covers are pulled down to his waist. His hand is on his side, lips slightly parted. He looks at peace, like he finally got a good night’s sleep. Any other day, I’d close the door and go back downstairs. But today is notany otherday.
Today, I’m a father, too.
“First day of retirement and you’re already getting lazy.”
He doesn’t move.
I step farther into the room. “Wake up,Nonno. I have something to tell you—” My chest tightens.
My stomach rolls. Bile crawls up my throat, thickening and hardening into a knot there.
“Dad?” I walk over to the edge of the bed. “This isn’t fucking funny.” I grab his hand.
It’s ice-fucking cold.
He still doesn’t move.
“Makenna!” It hurts to scream, feels like a thousand blades ripping my vocal cords. “Nonna! Matteo!”
