Anastasia by A. Marie

Anastasia

Seven months later

“Iam really going to miss you guys,” I told Orabella and her big baby bump.

She was going to name her baby boy Andrea, and I wished I could witness it all. That day after she was shot, she learned she was pregnant. It hurt to think about how we could’ve experienced everything at the same time, but Valentino helped me let that hurt go.

Her recovery was very fast. She was able to walk again in less than a month, seeing as the bullet didn’t hit anything too major. Orabella was quick to forgive Valentino, and the same for Vincenzo.

Orabella placed one last small bag into the trunk of the car. It was the last day I would be seeing her. She didn’t want to stay in the lifestyle Valentino and Vincenzo were born in, which I understood. I only wished I didn’t have to miss so much with her gone.

“We will make sure to visit at every possible chance.” Orabella smiled. My shoulders fell as I looked at her. It was really going to be lonely without her there.

“You ready?” Vincenzo asked her, coming up and wrapping his arm around her.

“Yes,” she gushed as he pressed his lips against her cheek.

I looked over at Valentino, who was watching them from a distance. I wondered if he was wishing the same thing I had been wishing, that it were us.

“See you soon,” I told them before taking a few steps back.

Orabella waved happily before getting into the car with Vincenzo following behind her. With a frown, I watched as the car started up and they drove off down the road.

I watched them until the car disappeared from my sight. My shoulders fell before I turned on my heel and headed over to Valentino. He opened his arms out for me, leaving me to smile as I walked into them.

“Are you going to miss them?” I murmured against his chest.

“Of course I will, but I am glad you are still here with me,” he answered. I pulled away from the hug to place a small peck on his lips.

“I’m ready to try for another baby,” I said.

He furrowed his brows in confusion before grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on the backside of it.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Nodding my head, I gave him a small smile. It was time for our happiness. I’ve wanted a baby since I lost ours, but I knew I wasn’t ready. It had been months since the whole thing occurred, and now I knew I was finally ready.

“Well, let’s not waste any more time,” he said suggestively.

He led me into the house, where he opened the door to one of the guest bedrooms and pushed me in. A smirk quickly appeared on my face as I jumped into his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were quick to meet mine and we battled for dominance. He won and slammed me against the wall rather harshly as his hand climbed up to my neck.

His hand began pinching my left nipple through my shirt while his other hand was inside my skirt and grabbing at my ass. The hand inside my skirt took hold of the waistband of my thong and began to pull it down. He always knew exactly what to do, which is why sex with him was always a bliss.

I slipped off my top and dropped it on the floor. Then, I took his hand and put it back on my breast. I heard him let out a small groan when he discovered I had no bra. I smiled at his reaction as his hands continued to push down my thong until it was completely off.

Next to come off was my miniskirt that he threw somewhere in the room. His left hand was now alternately mashing my breasts and pinching and pulling my nipples. Meanwhile, his other hand had pushed inside of me as he began to drive in and out. My body was on fire while one finger entered me and the others just massaged my clit. I reached down and found his crotch, where I felt his bulge straining against his pants. I held it as best as I could and rubbed it, feeling it getting bigger.

“Baby,” he groaned.

I got down on my knees and quickly undid his slacks and pushed them down. His erection was long and thick, just perfectly in front of me underneath his boxers. He grabbed my hair and kept my face level with his cock. I pushed down his boxers and bit my lip at the sight of him.

I began to stroke it once it was free. I braced myself with my hand on his hip and gripped his shaft with my other hand. I began to jerk him off, slowly at first. When he pulled my hair back, I took that as my cue to stroke him faster and grip his cock tighter.

Soon, I started to blow him in earnest. My tongue swirled around his shaft as I brought it into my mouth. Bringing his cock deep into my throat to the point I was at his base before I pulled back while running my tongue along the underside of it. Suddenly, I was bobbing my head faster and faster before I looked up at him. He let out a groan while tossing his head back and shutting his eyes. I sucked him gently, which resulted in me taking his whole shaft into my mouth once again. It went on like that for a few moments before he pulled me back up against the wall.

His hands went down to my pussy to test the waters, only to find out I was soaked. Giving him head always managed to leave me gasping for more. It turned me on to pleasure him, and he knew it.

Lining his erection up with my opening, he eased his cock inside me. My head rolled back when he pulled out slightly and thrust into me a little more. Once he was in, he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall.

“Go faster,” I moaned.

He placed his lips against my skin, but instead of speeding up, he slowed down.

“Please,” I begged, needing something more. He started to go faster and faster. My body was feeling intense as his cock began pummeling in and out of me at such a fast pace. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head while he managed to fuck me against the wall. I could even feel my toes curling while he pushed in and out of me, massaging my vaginal walls and coaxing me into an orgasm.

After a while, he let go of my hands and then lifted up one of my legs, followed by the other. He put them around his waist. He kept fucking me all the while. I tried to hold onto the wall but found there was nothing to grip, so I held onto his neck. His thrusts got deeper, faster, and harder. I began to shudder and squeeze around him. Suddenly, a loud moan ripped out of me as I came down onto his cock.

He chuckled against my skin before walking me over to the bed and throwing me down on top of it. He flipped my body over so that I was on my hands and knees. He didn’t even give me a chance to think before he was inside of me again. My back arched instinctively while he thrust inside of me even faster.

My body was rocking against his, leaving the headboard to beat against the wall. After a while, I came again, while he came at the same time inside of me. He pulled out of me slowly before lying down right beside me.

After about two seconds he was kissing my neck once more.

“You aren’t going to stop until I’m pregnant now, right?” I asked. He ignored my words completely and just used his hands to drag me on top of him.

“You got that right, Bambolina.” He smiled.

Kissing his lips, I couldn’t help the smile on my face.

“I never realized how much you’ve changed me in a positive way until now. Without you, I probably would’ve ended up just like my mum,” I told him, thinking about my reaction in the club right after Alex died.

“You’ve changed me too,” he said. I pecked his lips once more.

“Enough talking, Mr. Romano, let’s get to fucking! Woo!” I exclaimed. He pulled away with a cringe on his face before shaking his head.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered. I narrowed my eyes at him before lightly slapping his chest. Loud laughter erupted from me at his words.

As soon as it died down, I stared up into his beautiful eyes, loving every bit of them.

“I love you, Anastasia.” He smiled before bringing me back in to continue our kissing. “Now, let’s get you pregnant,” Valentino whispered.

“Woo!” I exclaimed.

THE END