I cup his cheek more fully, gaining his attention once more.“First of all, let me just say that you are absolutely allowed to feel whatever type of feeling. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't. You are entitled to your fucking feelings. And im so fucking sorry that i have ever made you feel like i loved you less, because i dont. Not at all, antonio. The love that i have for both you and nick is not only so fucking strong, but its equal. I'm going to try and do my part on trying to make sure you know that, every day. Okay?”Tony nods, his smile returning. “Okay.”Nick stands up from his spot on the couch and joins where we are standing.“And maybe, you can work a little bit on your own self esteem, tony?” Nick suggests, squee

“Fine. We will be there within the hour.” He ends the call, turning to face us right away. “That was the lawyer we were sent to. She said we have to go in person to speak to her about the marriage shit with us and with Sara.”  I suck in a breath, letting it out as I ponder on what to say. “Okay. So we have to go right now?” He nods, his eyes moving over my face, trying to gauge my reaction. I stand up and face them. “Well, then let’s get going. I need to get an actual outfit, and then we gotta get that shit handled. Cuz, like, what if you guys are actually still married to her or something?”“We will get a divorce. Right away.” Tony says, grabbing one of my hands. 

He flips the white shirt over my back so that my entire ass and pussy are exposed, and leans over me, his hands sliding over my round globes and squeezing them. “You have the most perfect ass, mi amore.” He says, squeezing the flesh once more. Suddenly, a loud smack fills the air as he lands a slap against my left cheek. I moan loudly, pushing back against him, desperate for his cock. “Please, baby. I’m so fucking wet for you. Fuck me like the slut that I am.” I moan out. Tony fumbles with his pants for a moment, no doubt sliding them and his underwear down his legs, before I feel the tip of his hard cock press against me. The mushroom head presses against my tight opening, making me hold my breath, the need for his cock rising inside of me. “Yessss.” He groans out, slowly sliding inside of me. “This is what I needed. This is what I’m always going to need, mi amore.”I moan loudly when he fills me completely, his front pressed completely against my ass and back as he leans over

“Isabella, we didn’t get a chance to mention our relation to her. Baby, she was married to one of our distant cousins in Italy.”“Oh, wow. I’ve never met any of the twins' family?” I say it as a question, not sure what to refer to her as. “You were married to one of their cousins, but not anymore?” I ask, hoping that I’m not overstepping any boundaries. “He died a few months after we got married.” Fuck, I never should have said anything. Before I can apologize for bringing it up, she waves her hand at me. “Girl, you’re good. Their cousin and I were… well, it wasn’t exactly a match made in heaven. Our marriage started like yours, with me being forced into the whole thing. But we never got to the ‘fallin