Page 88 of Mafia Mistress

Chapter Twenty-Two

Fausto

I carriedher up the stairs to the apartment.

Though the heels made her legs look long and sexy, they would not allow her to hurry up the steps. And I needed to hurry. My dick had been hard since the second she walked onto that patio, her body wrapped in red. Cazzo, she should always wear red.

My men went to the apartments on the floor below while I continued to the top. After opening the door, I put her on her heels and grabbed the ends of the ties holding her dress together, pulling on them to unwrap her. This was the best gift I’d ever received.

“Wait,” she said, stilling my hands. “Go sit on the sofa.”

Impatient but willing to indulge her, I dropped onto the sofa, spreading my legs wide to ease the ache in my balls.

Francesca smirked at me as she slowly untied the dress she wore. My hands tightened into fists on the back of the sofa. “I’m not sure teasing me is a wise idea.”

She turned away from me as the dress dipped off her shoulders. I could see the straps of the red bodysuit and my mouth watered. I made the decision to come to Roma as soon as she sent me the photo of her trying it on. I knew I had to have her right then. The video only made my departure take longer, because I had to jerk myself off twice while watching it.

“Piccolina,” I warned when she let the dress fall too slowly.

In one quick motion, she spun toward me and dropped the dress—and the world stopped. Dio, she was gorgeous, sexy as fuck. My nostrils flared as I tried to drag air into my lungs, every muscle in my body tight, ready to pin her down and thrust. To rut and grind and give her my seed. She turned me into an animal every time, the need so overwhelming I thought I would lose my goddamn mind.

Tonight would be no different, apparently.

“Come here.”

She obeyed, swinging her hips as she drew closer. I hadn’t turned on the lights, so the city and the moon illuminated her luscious curves in the tight lace and silk. Her tits were pushed in and up, her small waist flaring into generous hips. She was a wet dream come to life...and she was mine.

And I knew what I needed first.

Stretching out on the couch, I pulled her closer. “Sit on my face. Right now.”

“Wait, what?” Her brows pinched together.

I slapped her ass. “Your pussy needs to find my mouth in the next few seconds or I am going to spank you.”

She climbed onto the sofa and adjusted her knees until she straddled my head. She was already wet—I could smell it. Reaching between her legs, I unfastened the body suit, and jerked her hips down until her pussy slammed onto my face.

“Goddamn, Fausto. Holy shit,” she breathed, curling slightly to brace herself on the arm of the sofa.

I ate at her like I was starving. Like the world was ending and making her come was the only way to stop it from happening. I sucked and licked her, relishing every roll of her hips, every whimper. Francesca loved sex as much as I did, and she never faked it. Her reaction to me was one hundred percent real every time.

She was so slippery and wet, the flesh of her cunt swollen and needy as I lapped at her. I shoved two fingers inside her roughly, knowing she could take it. And she moaned, rocking back to fuck herself on my hand. When I drew her clit between my lips and suckled, she climaxed. Her fingers threaded my hair and pulled, her body jerking and trembling as she came on my face. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. There was no better way to die, not for a man like me, than to be smothered by pussy.

La mia bella figa.

Finally she slumped and moved off my face. I stared up at her, still ravenous, my cock hard in my pants. “Take me out and put me inside you. If I do it, I’m liable to break this sofa.”

She licked her lips, her hooded gaze darting over her shoulder to my crotch. “Should we go to the bedroom?”

I began unbuckling my belt. “I want inside you now, Francesca.”

When I had my pants undone, she reached behind her and found me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of her touch, quickly shoving my pants and briefs down before maneuvering her toward my cock. I was too far gone to wait. Too impatient for our games. I needed her pussy strangling my dick, now.

She put one hand on my chest and took me in hand with the other. My tip found her entrance, and she began lowering down, the wet heat surrounding me as I tunneled inside her body. I bucked my hips, eager to get all the way in but her cunt resisted my size. “Cazzo, come sei stretta.”

“What does that mean?” she panted, her dark gaze glazed with lust.

“It means you are so tight.”

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