Page 13 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

“Little Lamb,” I growl, kissing the top of her head, ignoring my needy cock as she wiggles against my body.

With a little hiccup, she looks up at me, blinking through the moisture in her eyes. “You bought me,” she whispers. “You bought my virginity.”

I close my eyes, cursing myself. “Listen, you’ve been through a lot tonight.” As badly as I want to fuck her—and bought the right to—I need to know she wants it, too. Wants me. “Nothing has to happen?—”

“No,” she cuts in, shaking her head. “I—I wanted it to be you.”

That stops me short. “You did?”

She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip that I ache to suck on. “I was so scared it would be my stepdad who won?—”

“A dad, even a stepdad, is supposed to care for you,” I snarl. “You should never be scared of him. He should provide for you, always. Love you.”

“I’ve never had a daddy like that.”

“I’m your fucking daddy now, Little Lamb,” I growl, the declaration out of my mouth before I realize what I’m even saying.

Our gazes lock for a tumultuous moment as the heady moment washes over us. Bianca's cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet, but she doesn't look away.

I clench my jaw, trying to tame the desire surging through my veins.

Slowly, she rolls on top of me, straddling my waist in that indecent white slip that sneaks up her creamy thighs. She wets her lips and an exhale seeps between them. "So, what do we do first… Daddy?” Bianca asks hesitantly, her voice barely a whisper.

God, that word. It sends a shiver down my spine and makes my cock throb. "I’ll show you, Little Lamb" I answer, my voice gruff with need. "First, we get rid of this," I growl, tugging at the shredded dress until it pools on the plush carpet. Her lush body spills out like a succulent treat before me, her pert breasts aching for my mouth, nipples erect and hardened by the air conditioner. Inch by inch, I tease the delicate fabric of her panties down her thighs, until she's bare and open before me.

Her eyes widen as she leans forward and places a tentative kiss on my jaw, then another on my chin.

Gently, I cup her face in my hands, guiding her lips to mine. She trembles against me, her soft mouth seeking mine with innocent hunger. I groan, drinking her in, craving more of her sweetness.

My tongue slips past her lips, tangling with hers as I explore every nook and cranny of her warmth. Her breath catches and she moans into my mouth, ever so softly—a sound that sends fireworks shooting up my spine straight to my cock. She tastes like strawberries and champagne and everything forbidden; the mix intoxicates me further.

As our kisses grow more urgent, I can’t wait anymore. I need to make her come again, all over my face.

Her scent—sweet and intoxicating—fills my nostrils, driving the wolf inside me wild with lust. "Scoot up," I command roughly, unable to resist any longer. I guide her to kneel over my face.

Gliding my hands up her thighs, I settle between her legs, lapping at her pussy as if it were nectar from the Gods themselves.

Bianca's hips buck against my face as she moans my name over and over again, her fingers gripping the headboard. "Oh my goodness, Cain... yes. More... please."

I smack her ass, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. “It’s Daddy between these walls, Little Lamb. Got it?”

Biting down on her bottom lip, she nods. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

I waste no time obliging, sliding an index finger inside her tight sheath, moaning in appreciation at her tightness.

I cannot fucking wait to feel that wet suction on my cock. Her walls clamp down around my digit as she keens above me, soaking wet and dripping down over my knuckles.

Before she can protest, I add another finger, preparing her for what's to come. "Daddy!” she cries as her sweet cunt goes wild around my fingers, spasming with her climax.

“Good girl, Little Lamb. You come for Daddy and only Daddy. You hear me?”

“Y-yes! Oh my God, yes!”

Her orgasm washes over her like a tsunami, crashing wave after wave against my face. Her pussy milks my fingers as I continue to feast upon her soaked cunt, lapping up every last drop of her cum.

Her body trembles above me, her breathing ragged and erratic. Once her tremors subside, she collapses onto the bed next to me, drenched in sweat and spent.

I slowly straighten up, eyeing the wetness on my fingers before running them across her swollen lower lip, smearing her juices on it. "Taste yourself. Tell me how naughty my Little Lamb is.”

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