Love, and attending Connie's Wedding (R-18)

Lorenzo's eyes widened, disbelief etched on his face as he processed Deborah's words. He hadn't expected her to be so understanding about his daughter from another woman. His hand drifted to her breast, his fingers gently brushing against her hardened nipple. Their naked bodies pressed together in the warmth of the bed, their breaths mingling in the dimly lit room.

"You're really kind and loving," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and gratitude, as he met her gaze.

Deborah's response was a soft moan, her fingers caressing his chest. "Can I see her? And your daughter?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

Lorenzo nodded, his fingers tangled in her hair as he leaned in to kiss her. Instead of the tender kiss he expected, her teeth sank into his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. The pain registered, but he didn't pull away, knowing that even though she had forgiven him, the hurt ran deep.

It was only when the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth that Deborah pulled back, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the crimson stain on her lips and the trickle of blood on his swollen lip.

Deborah's guilt mounted as she registered the pain in her lover's eyes, yet he didn't so much as flinch or complain. His words only made it worse. "It's okay, love. You can tear my lips off or even bite my tongue, as long as your frustration can be satisfied."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she dabbed at the blood on his lip with a corner of the sheet. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Lorenzo smiled and pulled her closer, his chest pressing against her bare breasts. "It's okay. I deserved it."

Deborah hesitated, then continued, "You're right, you deserved it. I'm not just frustrated that you were with another woman... I'm more upset that you have a child with her."

Lorenzo nodded, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her back. "I understand."

"Want to make a baby now?" Lorenzo teased, his hardened length nestled between Deborah's legs. She could feel him throbbing against her entrance, ready for her.

"I..." Deborah hesitated, then said, "Let's wait until I've risen in my acting career."

Lorenzo's response took her by surprise. "I can help you with that. I can create a movie studio just for you, focused on your career. What do you think?"

Deborah's jaw dropped. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. You're my love, after all." He smiled, and leaned in to kiss her again, this time, she didn't bite him. Instead, she sucked on his bleeding lip, swirling her tongue around the wound.

Lorenzo positioned himself at her entrance, his fingers guiding him to the right spot. With a single, deep thrust, he filled her completely, eliciting a moan from both of them.

Deborah's eyes rolled back as she felt him stretching her, just as she remembered.

"Your pussy's as tight as ever," he whispered in her ear, making her blush even more.

"It's just as I left it," Lorenzo groaned, his smile widening. "You're a good girl."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Deborah asked, her voice laced with playful suspicion.

"Nothing, baby," he chuckled, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Are you saying I'm as unfaithful as you?" she countered, pinching his nipple lightly.

"Of course not," he gasped, "let's focus on our current business, shall we?"

With that, he began to move his hips, slowly at first, then picking up speed as they both moaned in unison. Deborah's nails dug into his back as he plunged deeper, filling her completely.

Their bodies slapped together, the only sound in the luxurious hotel room accompanying their labored breaths and muffled moans. Sweat beaded on their skin, their bodies glistening in the dim light.

"Oh, fuck, Deborah," Lorenzo groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "You feel so good."

Deborah arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. "Don't stop, baby," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Lorenzo obliged, his strokes becoming more urgent, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Deborah's moans grew louder, her walls clenching around him as she neared her climax.

With a final, deep thrust, Lorenzo's cock twitched inside her, unleashing his seed deep within her. Deborah's climax followed closely behind, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out in ecstasy. Their moans filled the room, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their shared release.

Lorenzo, feigning exhaustion, collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged. "Damn, I missed this," he panted, kissing her neck.

Deborah's chest heaved, her fingers tangled in his hair. "Me too," she breathed, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, but neither made a move to separate. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, savoring the intimacy they had just shared.

"I love you," Lorenzo whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I love you too," Deborah responded, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.

Their lovemaking had been passionate, intense, and cathartic. It was as if all the pent-up frustration and hurt had been expelled with their shared release. Now, all that remained was the warmth of their entwined bodies and the knowledge that, despite the obstacles, they were still together.

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On May 15, 1945, the highly anticipated Corleone wedding was set to commence. Standing in front of the tall mirror, Lorenzo adjusted his suit, making sure every crease was ironed out. He could feel Deborah's apprehension as she stood behind him.

"Are we really going to that... dangerous of a place?" she asked, her voice laced with trepidation. After all, the Corleones were still a mafia family, and attending their wedding wasn't exactly a walk in the park.

Lorenzo turned around and flashed her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine." He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair and asked, "How do I look?"

Deborah stepped closer, her eyes roaming over his impeccable suit. "You look very handsome," she purred, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

Meanwhile, Max and Patrick had just returned from their duty at Fort Dix, eager to unwind and enjoy the day's festivities.

Lorenzo knocked on their room's door. "Adam, are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, we're good to go!" Max yelled back, the sound of zippers and hangers being flung around audible through the door.

***

Outside the Lupo's base, a sleek Lincoln Continental, the car of Lorenzo as a boss, waited for them. Lorenzo held the door open for Deborah, who smiled and thanked him as she slid into the plush leather seat.

Mike Townley, their young driver, rushed over, panting and apologizing.

"It's alright, Mike. Just get us there in one piece," Lorenzo said, patting him on the shoulder before joining Deborah in the backseat.

Meanwhile, Max, Patrick, and Philip exited the building, heading towards Adam's car. They climbed in, slamming the doors shut behind them.

Engines roared to life as both cars pulled away from the base, headed for the Corleone mansion in Long Beach. The drive would take at least two hours, so they had left early to ensure they arrived with time to spare.

The convoy of gangsters made their way through the bustling New York City streets, attracting curious glances from passersby. They were used to the attention by now, but today was different. Today, they were attending a wedding that could change the balance of power in the underworld.

***

Finally, the two cars pulled up to the Corleone mansion, the air buzzing with festive energy. Guests were already streaming in, but the guards remained vigilant than ever before.

As Adam's car approached the gates, a black-suited man with a wary expression on his face stepped in front of them, his hand resting on the roof.

Adam rolled down the window, his eyes never leaving the guard's.

And the guard, asked, "Invitation?"

"My boss is invited," Adam said, jerking his head towards Lorenzo's car. "He's got the invites."

The guard nodded, signaling another man over to check with Lorenzo while he stayed put, making small talk with Adam to ease the tension.

In the other car, the guard knocked on the window, and Lorenzo rolled it down, revealing Deborah in her finest dress beside him.

"Invitation, please?" the guard asked Mike, who was driving.

Lorenzo, sensing the tension in the air, handed the invitation to Mike, who passed it to the guard. The guard studied the invitation, then the occupants of the car, his eyes lingering on Deborah.

"You can call Tom Hagen," Lorenzo said, growing impatient. "He invited me."

The guard nodded and disappeared inside, returning with Tom Hagen himself.

Tom greeted them warmly. "Lorenzo, you made it!" He glanced at the other car, "And you brought your friends too, I see." His gaze lingered on Deborah. "And a beautiful lady companion, I might add."

Lorenzo smiled, exchanging a few words with Tom before he turned to the guards.

"Let them through. They're with me."

Reluctantly, the guards stepped aside, opening the gates for both cars to enter.

As soon as their cars pulled up to the Corleone residence, Lorenzo and Adam parked them side by side. Mike exited his vehicle and rushed to open the door for both Lorenzo and Deborah. They stepped out of the car, Mike's eyes widening at the sight of Deborah in her stunning gown.

Lorenzo, ever the gentleman, extended his arm to her. She smiled graciously and accepted, her fingers resting lightly on his elbow. Together, they made their way towards the wedding party, the lively Italian music filling the air.

The moment they emerged, heads turned. Whispers erupted among the guests, many wondering who the dashing couple could be. The women couldn't tear their eyes off of the handsome Lorenzo, while the men were just as captivated by the radiant Deborah. Even as Max, Patrick, and Adam followed closely behind, it was clear that all attention was on the enchanting pair.