The Mafioso's Lily: The Flower of the Month

“I didn’t realize she was my age. That is awesome.” His cock flexes inside of me, and I moan.

“Enough talking about my sister. I need you.” He rolls me under him, and once more, he shows me just how much.

I came home from the Gardens limp and glowing. Floating on air and thoroughly fucked, to Jewel screaming, jumping up and down demanding to see my ring. Her excitement was infectious, and I found myself in her sitting room with bridal books everywhere. I have no clue how long we sat there looking at dresses and decorations before the guys forced us to call it a night. That was a day ago.

Right now, I am in the kitchen trying to get lunch set up for us today. Julio’s sister Daffodil is on her way here, and I wanted something fun and classic for lunch. Julio suggested I order from our favorite Mexican restaurant and ask them to cater a taco bar. They are currently here setting everything up, and I am so freaking anxious. I know he thinks we will get along, but I have never had luck with girls my own age. I can’t ever seem to find common ground with them. I am either too nice, soft, or innocent for them. Did I mention that I am too fat? “Angel, are you still nervous?” Julio wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. I exhale and allow myself to relax as always when I am in his arms.

“I know I am being silly, but I never had girlfriends until Jewel.”

“My sweet girl. Trust your man when he tells you two are meant to be friends. She is more like you than I want to admit, baby.” Spinning me in his arms, his mouth touches mine, and a fire is lit inside of me. “Do you need me to help calm you down, angel?”

“Yes, please.” I am always amazed by how he lifts me like I weigh nothing. My ass plops down on the counter, our mouths still connected and consuming one another. His hands move the bottom of my dress further up my thighs. My legs are spread, and my pussy is giving the orders, and she wants to be licked.

“The maid just left naughty girl. She just made these counters pristine, and you are going to undo all of her hard work with this tight, leaky snatch? Look at the honey you're streaking across the counter.” He moves my hips to demonstrate, and I moan at the cold contrast of the counter and my hot needy pussy. His finger spreads the lips open, and he blows on my clit. I squirm and moan, basking in his attention but ready to smother him between my thighs.

“Julio, please.”

“You never have to beg me to drink from this flower, baby.” Ding. Dong. “Shit.” He looks at the door and turns back to me. His devious smirk tells me I am not going to like this, and I am one hundred percent correct when he leans down and gives me a slow lick from rosebud to clit before pulling my panties back over my pussy and giving it a pat. “Until later, baby.”

“Julio!” I shout after him before dropping my legs and trying to fix my flushed state. After a couple of deep breaths and a once over at the counter and I hear a female voice coming in from the foyer.

“Wow, big brother. This place is amazing.” I am back to being nervous and now sexually frustrated. “Oh, hello. You must be Lily.” Whoa. His sister is gorgeous. She is this tiny little person with a head full of red hair, and I can most definitely see the resemblance between her and Julio.

“Yes, hi. I am Lily. It's nice to meet you.” I walk to her and hold out my hand. She looks at my hand and smiles. Her arms engulf me in a hug, and I hiccup, trying to cover up the flow of tears that threaten to leave my eyes. This feels like I am hugging my sisters.

“Oh no. I am sorry. Did I make you cry?” Her eyes are turning red, and then she burst out in tears. I look toward Julio, and it's almost comical to see him standing there in shock, running his hands through his hair.

“Shit.” The look of distress is enough to make me stop crying and have me giggling through the curtain of wetness.

“I think your brother is going to have a heart attack,” I say to her. She turns to him, and then she begins giggling as well.

“I am so sorry. It's the pregnancy hormones. I cry at the drop of a hat nowadays.” her hand goes to her stomach and the look of love on her face is enviable.

“No, I am sorry. I miss my sisters, and you remind me of them. Especially my twin sister Chiara.”