Page 15 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

I hitch one of her legs higher, my own orgasm building. The tension coils in my balls like a spring being pulled tight as I continued to fuck her faster, deeper, not stopping at her whimpers and moans.

She’s so damn tight, I just had to have more. “That’s it, Little Lamb. Let yourself go.”

Bianca’s only response is a ragged moan as her nails dig into my skin.

Fuck, I’ve never been so hard in my life.

“Scream for me, Little Lamb. Scream for Daddy to make you come.” I growl as my thrusts become more frantic, more desperate to claim and mark her as mine.

“P-please, Daddy,” she moans, her walls squeezing my cock tighter as I pound into her tight pussy relentlessly. “Please let me come!”

“Daddy gives his little girl what she wants when she asks nicely.” I slide my free hand down her body and find the wet bundle of nerves between her legs, rubbing roughly.

Her walls clench around me as I continue moving back and forth, my hips a blur of motion, pistoning in and out of her wet center as she explodes around me.

“Cain!” she gasps. I can’t bring myself to punish her for not calling me Daddy in that moment. Not when the sweet sound of my name is the only word she can find during her release. That alone sets me off. I thrust one more time before my balls tighten and electricity zips up my spine.

“Daddy’s coming,” I roar into the otherwise quiet room as I started to pound into her with even more force.

“Yes, Daddy! Fill me up!” she screams, her nails digging into my back.

That’s all I need to hear for my balls to empty, pumping seed after seed into her womb, feeling her walls milking me dry as the walls of her pussy clench around me.

“Fuck.” Panting, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her tiny frame as I try to catch my breath. “You know you’re mine now, right?” I growl, looking into her eyes.

“Y-Yours…” she gasps out, her voice hoarse from screaming my name mere seconds ago.

I slowly pull out of her and lay down on the bed beside her, pulling her close and tucking her head under my chin, her chest heaving with every panting breath she takes.

As we lay there, our heavy breaths fuse together in the cool air. I marvel at what just transpired as I stroke my fingers up and down her back, soothing her to sleep while she nuzzles closer to me like she’s belonged here all along.

This feels... right. More right than anything else has ever before. Bianca is mine now and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

I’ll spend the rest of my days protecting her. Making sure she never sheds another tear if I have anything to do with it.

"I love you," I whisper into her ear, even though I’m pretty sure she’s already fast asleep.

Chapter Six

Bianca

The next morning, I wake up with a delicious ache between my legs and Cain on top of me, laving at my breasts.

It’s glorious. I truly can’t imagine a better way of waking up for the rest of my life.

We spend the entire day in his suite, making love on every surface. We collapse onto the leather sofa, sweaty and satiated. I don’t even realize how late it is until my stomach lets out a keening growl.

Leaning over me, Cain brushes sweat damp hair off my forehead. “My Little Lamb needs to eat something,” he rumbles, his voice low and sexy.

A delighted tremor shimmies down my spine. His Little Lamb. Those words do something to me; bury themselves in my heart and warm me from the inside out.

“I know. As good as the eggs and toast were this morning, I might need something a little bigger for dinner. We worked up quite an appetite.”

“I can order Italian,” he says, already scrolling on his phone.

While he does that, I reach for my own phone, checking my texts. Still nothing from Olivia. My concern grows, gnawing at my gut and I tug my bottom lip between my teeth.

“What’s wrong?” Cain asks, no doubt noticing my creased brows.

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