Page 89 of Mafia Mistress

“God, I love when you talk to me in Italian when we fuck.”

“Then start fucking me and I will.”

“If your dick wasn’t so big, I already would be.”

Cristo, that sassy mouth. I would take pleasure in filling it later.

Bracing my feet on the cushions, I thrust up while dragging her hips down, impaling her fully. I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth, it felt so goddamn good.

“Jesus, Fausto,” she gasped. “Give me some warning next time.”

“Your pussy should always be ready for me.” I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her head down to where my mouth reached the shell of her ear. “Sei la mia puttanella, no?”

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her hips rocking. “Why is that so hot?”

“Because it is,” I told her. “Now you tell me. In Italian. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Sono la tua puttanella.”

My balls instantly tightened, lust shooting straight to my groin like a lightning bolt. “Good girl,” I crooned, my voice rough with the need to come. I gathered her hair in my fist and pulled hard, her neck arched for my mouth. “Now ride me while you say it.”

I held her, not giving her much room to move, but she rolled her hips, churning to slide my dick in and out of her pussy, her tits smashed against my chest and nearly escaping the lace. I bit her neck, sinking my teeth into her perfect skin. “Dimmi, Francesca.”

She gasped, her lids screwed shut. “Sono la tua puttanella.”

Fuck, yes.

I let her go and rewarded her with a stream of filthy Italian because I knew she liked to hear it. I told her how I was going to fuck her all night and every dirty thing I planned to do to her body. She continued to work herself on my cock, her gorgeous curves encased in the red bodysuit except for her pussy. I could feel her legs trembling, her muscles tightening as she readied to come. Francesca fucked with her entire being, held nothing back, and it was one of the things I liked best about her. I’d never had such a strong physical and mental connection with a woman in the bedroom before.

I needed to see her come on my dick.

Reaching down, I found her clit with my thumb, but I only brushed it lightly, teasing her. “Beg me,” I ordered. “Ti prego, Fausto.”

“Ti prego,” she panted, sliding her hands into her hair as she leaned back. “Ti prego, Fausto. God, ti fucking prego.”

With my other hand, I tore open the front of the bodysuit and let her tits spill free. Full breasts with dark nipples bounced as she moved and I grabbed one with my hand, squeezing hard. She moaned, her pussy constricting around me. Madonna, she was so fucking hot.

I strummed her clit with my thumb, rubbing and pressing while she rocked, and it only took a minute until she began coming, her walls clamping down and milking my cock. Her gorgeous face was frozen in ecstasy, her moans filling the empty apartment, and my balls couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Guardami,” I told her, forcing her eyes to mine. “Watch as I shoot inside you, Francesca. I am going to mark you, fill you up. Because you are mine.” Never had I wanted to coat a woman in my come like I did with this one. I wanted to break her, to conquer her. To use her whenever I wanted.

“Sí, Fausto,” she whispered dreamily, her body lax and sated. “Ti prego.”

The begging did it. My body seized as my cock swelled inside her, the orgasm rushing over me as come shot out the tip and into her cunt. I shouted, the world going dark while climax dragged me down. It was so good. Better than I’d ever experienced before. I never wanted this feeling to end.

She collapsed on top of me when it was over, and I tried to catch my breath as I wrapped my arms around her. Cazzo, this woman. She turned me into a caveman. A slavering beast. It got better every time.

And now that I knew how good we were together, I wasn’t certain I ever wanted to give her up.

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Francesca

I couldn’t move.I sprawled on top of Fausto, my muscles quivering like jelly. That had been the best, most intense sex of my life. It was like he knew what I wanted better than I did.

You like it rough and mean, just like I do.

Yes, I suppose I did.

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