She nods like a good girl. “I do,” she says. “You feel so good. So soft, yet like a rod of steel.”
“Exactly, that's what you do to me.”
She smiles up at me as she touches my cock. “You make me so wet, Matteo. I don't think I've ever been like that before. When I try and get off, it's never like that. It's never so intense.”
I draw her to the bed and lay her gently on it. Her long, curly hair falls over the white pillowcase. She is soft all over and I love that about her. She's the kind of girl I can hold onto, that I can squeeze tight. I cradle her under me, kissing her gently, her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her breasts that are so big and full against my chest. My cock is hard between her thighs.
She opens her legs, wrapping them around me as if we've done this a hundred times, as if the story was written a long time ago. Our eyes meet. God. I could melt in those chocolate pools.
“I love you,” I tell her, my cock ready, pressed against her entrance.
She whispers back words that I will never, ever forget. “I love you too, Matteo. I do. I love you.”
Her truth sends a rush of want through me and I can't hold back. I won't hold back, and she doesn't need me to.
My cock begins to fill her sweet virgin hole and her eyes close. Her back arches and the love of my life is no longer a virgin.
Now she is mine: heart, mind, body, soul.
Mirabella
He enters me and it hurts, but not in a painful way. In a burst of light — of love — a reckless rush of desire pulls me closer.
I wrap my arms around his neck. I draw him to me. “Oh, Matteo,” I whisper in his ear as he rocks against me, slowly filling me up inch by inch. His cock is big and thick, and my hole is small and tight, but somehow it works. We work. He fills me up in a way I never knew I needed.
I wrap my body around him as tight as I can.
“Oh baby, don't cry,” he says.
“They're happy tears,” I say, repeating the words from earlier. Tears slide down my cheek as he fills me up and takes me to a place I always wanted to go.
I can't help but think I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Me, a girl who works at a pizzeria with an overbearing brother and a past that's broken in a hundred different ways.
I told Matteo all about it and he wasn't scared. He didn't run.
Instead, he drew me close.
He fills me up. He loves me and I love him. This stranger and this soulmate all wrapped up in one.
“Oh God,” I whimper as he takes me. His cock isn't forceful. It's loving. It's moving deep inside of me in a way that fills me to my core, that has me gasping and panting and wanting so much more.
He gives it. He gives and gives, and I am selfishly taking everything he offers.
“Oh, Mirabella,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
His words surprise me, and I realize what's happening isn't selfish at all— because right now we're both getting something, giving and taking, and that's what love is. I'm learning all about it in a 24-hour whirlwind.
I laugh and Matteo looks at me, surprised. “What's funny?” he asks.
“And it's ours,” he says. “This is ours. I came for a piece of pizza and instead, you gave me a piece of your heart.”
“No,” I say. “Not a piece of it. You have all of it. All of me.”
Epilogue 1
Mirabella
One year later…
His Nonna’s diamond ring glitters on my ring finger. We've been married one whole year. And we have a baby on the way.
Our life is delicious.
Matteo loves to joke and say that he came to Sugar and Slice for a midday meal and left with a wife. It's practically what happened, and I wouldn't change it for the world.
He walks into the living room, where I am rocking sweatpants and a massive baby bump. “Hey baby,” he says, giving me a kiss. “You hungry? I can call and get you a pizza.”
“I’m starving, actually,” I say. “But Tony said he'd be bringing a pizza over.”
“Sounds great,” Matteo says with a smile as he hands me a Diet Coke on ice. It's my number one