Page 14 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

Despite her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, she tentatively licks the remnants of her juices from her lips, then she opens her mouth as I push one finger in. She wraps her lips around me, sucking every drop of herself off. A wicked smirk dances on her full lips as I pull my finger back, releasing from the suction of her mouth with a pop.

Her eyes fall to where my bulging erection pushes against my dress pants and she swallows. “I’ve … I’ve never seen one before,” she admits, the scarlet flush back on her cheeks.

I tear my shirt overhead and tug off my belt. “Time to change that, wouldn’t you agree?”

She nods, eyes wide as I unbutton and shove my pants and boxer briefs off my body, discarding them beside bed.

Her jaw slacks at the sight of my rigid cock jutting from between my thighs, thick and hard.

“Oh my,” she whispers. “It’s…” she trails off, unable to find the words.

I grin smugly, stroking the length of my shaft, running my thumb over the tip to collect a bead of pre-cum. Her blue-green eyes widen at the sight, her pupils dilating with lust. Slowly, I tease myself with my hand, stroking every inch of my painfully hard cock as she watches.

“Does this Little Lamb want to taste Daddy’s big cock?”

With a slow blink, Bianca tentatively nods, then leans forward, her tongue darting out to swipe the droplet of precum off my tip. She moans softly and takes another long lick like one might do an ice cream cone.

Looking up at me, her gaze locks with mine as she opens her mouth wider; an invitation. And not one I can fucking refuse.

I sink into her hot wet mouth as far as I can and groan when I hit the back of her throat.

When she starts to gag, I pull back, but her hands fly to my hips, holding me there until she relaxes swallowing against my head.

“Good girl,” I coo, “Good Little Lamb.”

Once she’s adapted, I push further inside until I bottom out inside her warmth, my fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust in and out of her mouth rhythmically. Her eyes water but she doesn’t stop, taking it all while moaning around my girth.

“Fuck, you’re so good. How are you so good at this?” I praise, thrusting harder and faster until I tense up. “That’s right. You ready to swallow it all for Daddy?” I growl loudly.

I tear my cock from her lips, knowing if I didn’t stop right this second, I would blow my load all over her face and not inside her tight channel.

Bianca licks her lips, a string of spit connecting the head of my cock to her bottom lip. I lean down, sucking every last drop off of her, dominating her mouth once more, devouring her face with hungry kisses.

The two of us gasp for breath, our hearts pounding in our chests as we stare at each other. “I want you, Little Lamb,” I growl. “Are you ready to have that little cherry popped?”

She nods and spreads her legs invitingly. “Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”

I coax her legs open and up onto my shoulders. The scent of her arousal slams into me, the heady mix of arousal and womanhood intoxicating me further. Teasingly I trail a finger along her soaking wet folds, eliciting a soft mewl from my Little Lamb.

“So wet for Daddy’s cock,” I purr, grazing the head of my cock along her slick opening. I’m not sure who I’m torturing more… her or me.

Finally, I can’t wait any more. I sink inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight." I groan as I inch into her, reveling in the feeling of her gripping me like a vice, encompassing me in a way no one else ever has.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I grunt out, “You’re doing so good, taking Daddy’s cock like the good Little Lamb you are.” She’s so fucking tight, I almost lose control. But I force myself to roll my hips, taking her slowly as she whimpers beneath me.

Her nails dig into my comforter as she tries to anchor herself, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at me,” I demand.

Bianca’s eyes fly open, her teal orbs swirling with need and lust and uncertainty. I stop mid-thrust, our connection unbroken as I wait for her to tell me if she needs me to stop.

Her answer is a breathy, “Please,” followed by a nod.

With a rough growl, I fully sheath myself inside of her, feeling her hymen tear around my girth. “Yes,” I groan.

Slowly, I start to withdraw and then slam back inside of Bianca, eliciting a moan from her full lips. And then another… and another… and another until there’s no more space between us as we both rock together in a symphonious rhythm. She holds onto my biceps for support and throws her head back as she bites her bottom lip, a high keening sound escaping from her every time I bottom out inside of her.

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