34-All Night Long
**Marcello**
I had to roll a second blunt this morning because Isabella hogged the first one. I was relieved when she went back to bed, but I am worried for her. I could not imagine having such a careless mother. It is a miracle Isabella turned out to be the most amazing woman alive despite being raised by an imbecile. Ezra and I will be everything she needs, and she will never have to see her mother again.
My heart shattered for Isabella when I heard the things her mother said. Some people believe parents should be respected no matter what, but at some point, there are exceptions. Speaking of parents, Ezra received a call about ten minutes ago from the adoption agency, but he did not get the news he wanted to hear. For him and Isabella to adopt a child, they have to show they've been married for a minimum of three years before they could adopt, and Isabella will have to have citizenship first. There are many more hoops to jump through than we thought, so he will try adopting children from America instead. Regardless, he was told adoption will be a lengthy process, and we are not sure what other struggles we will run into no matter where we get the kids. Not to mention, we will have people all in our home and being nosey. I have a feeling adoption is not going to work out for Ezra and Isabella, but I will try to be optimistic because I know how badly my best friend wants children. He would be such a great dad, just like his own.
It is nearly dinner time now. Isabella has been cooped up in her bedroom the entire day and basically kicked out Ezra and me so she could have time alone. The urge to go to her room and make love to her so she can forget about everything, even for just a moment, is weighing heavy on my chest. I want to respect her wishes, but at the same time this could be one of those times where a woman says one thing, but she means another thing. We are still trying to figure out when those confusing rules apply, so Ezra and I have been walking on eggshells today. Fuck it. I am going to Isabella's room.
I leave my home office and walk to her room like a man on a mission because I am on a mission. Once I get to her door, I do not bother knocking because she would simply tell me to go away.
"Capo, what are you doing in here?" Isabella has not even touched food or water all day. She is in the same spot under her covers as if she has not moved an inch.
Without saying a word, I lift the comforter at the foot of her bed and crawl underneath it until I reach her hips.
"I thought I kicked you stubborn men out of my room? I told you both to just leave me alo- oooh my jeebies." Thank goodness she only has an oversized t-shirt on without bothering to put on panties today because when I pushed her thighs apart, I was blessed to find her bare pussy waiting for me. I dove right in, sucking her perfect clit into my mouth and quickly flicking my tongue over it. I completely ignore how it feels as hot as a sauna underneath this thick ass blanket, and I focus on making my sweet bellissima cum on my lips.
"Please don't stop, Capo." Isabella whimpers as her legs shake in my grip. She grinds against my mouth as I feast, and her hand finds its way into my hair to hold me right where she wants me. I will never get tired of tasting her, kissing her, fucking her until she loses all control. Her moans are shameless- the most beautiful noise I have ever heard. I mentally high-five myself for choosing the right time to not listen when Isabella told me to stay out. She needed this release to take her mind off all the bullshit today dished out.
I slide one finger, then two, into her wetness and stroke that special spot that drives her crazy as I continue licking and sucking. I am so in love with her. I want her beneath me like this all day, everyday for the rest of our lives. Yes, even when we are old because her beauty will never change in my eyes.
I know I am doing good when she accidentally scoots back, wanting my mouth on her more than anything, but the pleasure is so intense her body has the urge to run. When I grip her thighs tighter and pull her closer to me, she cries out in ecstasy. Her walls tighten around my fingers, and her orgasm coats my lips as I drink her up. I don't stop teasing her pussy with my tongue until she finishes riding out her orgasm and releases her hold on my hair.
I move up her body without wiping the trace of her from my mouth and give her the most fierce kiss I have ever initiated. "Taste yourself, bellissima. You taste so fucking good."
And she does. Her tongue sweeps across my lips before slipping into my mouth. I support my weight with one hand while I use the other to pull my pants and boxers down just enough to free my erection and push inside her. All the while, her lips never leave mine, moaning into my mouth and eyes fluttering closed as she welcomes me home. She wraps her legs around my waist, using her calf muscles to push me in deeper until I cannot go any further inside. Isabella feels like heaven against me.
"Tell me what you want, baby," I whisper against her greedy mouth.
"Fuck me hard, Capo. Fast and deep." This is what makes us so great together, She loves getting fucked hard, and I love fucking her hard. Gentle never was my thing, but for Isabella I would be anything.
"Now you are speaking my language, bellissima." I grab her hips and drive into her exactly how she wants it. I am hitting places she never knew existed and grinding my pelvis against her swollen clit with every hard thrust. My broad shoulders ensure her legs stay separated, and my fingers dig into her skin, giving her the little dose of pain she craves.
"Fuck, Marcello!" Isabella is losing her mind so much that she is forgetting to use her manners, but I will remind her. I pull out, and she almost complains, but I flip her onto her stomach, put her on her knees, and spank her ass harder than I usually would. Sometimes, I let it slide when she calls me by my name, but it is much more fun to find a reason to bend her over and make her ass red.
"What are you supposed to call me, Isabella?" I tease her pussy with the tip of my dick, waiting to slide back in because I know she wants it. Between her wetness and my precum, it is safe to say these sheets will need to be changed as soon as we finish.
"Mmm, Marcello." I spank her other asscheek just as hard as I continue the torturous friction from the head of my dick, and she moans. She knows this is not a real punishment, so she is taking advantage of the opportunity. Somehow, I get harder as I listen to her rebellious behavior.
"Wrong answer. Try again." I try my best to sound disapproving, but I still do not reward her with my dick. She will eventually have to choose between the sting of my hand or getting her pussy pounded.
"Marcello Russo," She responds with a sexy little giggle, and I fail to hide my smile. Not that she can see it anyway, but she knows me. She is well aware of the cheesy grin I have on my face. For bringing me so much joy, I gift her with another hard smack to the rear, and she is loving it.
"Are you ready to give me the right answer?" I barely slide into her as she tries to push back to take me in, but I pull out. Isabella pouts and begins to beg.
"Capo." Her voice is just above a whisper, but it sounds clear enough for me. I push back in slowly and appreciate the feel of her tightness gripping my length. She mumbles, "I love you, Capo."
"I love you too, baby. Hold on to the headboard for me." She obeys my command without hesitation, and I reach around to play with her clit.
"You feel amazing. I love the way your pussy grips my dick and the sounds you make. You are beautiful, strong, and intelligent. Everything I ever wanted, and more." It is taking everything I have in me to not cum like forty-year-old virgin, but I am about to bust. I can feel her getting close, so I go harder, pushing her over the edge, and I follow right after her.
I stay deep inside her as we catch our breath. The truth is, I do not want to pull out at all. I want to stay inside her all night long, in every position known to man. I feel myself getting hard all over again, growing inside her.
"I am not done with you yet, bellissima. You have a very long night ahead of you."