Page 20 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

She leans back for a second to see the desire in my eyes before locking her blue-green orbs with mine. "I love you so much," she whispers softly before she wraps her hand around my length and starts stroking me slow and easy, easing me into her warmth one inch at a time.

My eyes roll back into my head at the sensation of our bodies once again joined as one. The warmth of our child between us only intensifies our connection. Bianca slides down my body until her mouth opens and she eases me in between her wet, hot mouth, moves up and down gently, her plump lips wrapping around my cock.

I sink back against the pillows and let out a moan as she takes me into her mouth, the sensations washing over me. She's a dream come true in every sense of the phrase, and I know it. This is what life should feel like. Warmth and pleasure and love. So much fucking love.

Her hand wraps around my shaft, stroking me in time with her mouth, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. The way she looks up at me from between my legs is the sexiest thing I've ever seen; her eyes are half-lidded and her lips glisten with my precum.

"Little Lamb..." I groan, reaching out to tangle my fingers in her hair. She looks up at me then, and our eyes meet again with a fiery intensity that seems to burn everything else away.

Her body shakes slightly as she continues her ministrations, her tongue swirling around my tip while her hand pumps me steadily. My hips jerk involuntarily as she takes more of me into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

"How did Daddy get so fucking lucky?” I ask as I thrust up against the soft flesh at the back of her throat. She laughs quietly against my cock before looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I come fast, spilling my seed into her mouth. She drinks every last drop I spurt between her hollowed cheeks until none is left, then she falls onto her back beside with a sigh.

“Nuh-uh,” I growl and roll gently on top of her, careful to keep my weight off of her belly. “It’s Daddy’s turn to feast.”

I take my time, kissing every inch of her soft skin, savoring the taste of her nectar on my lips that only seems to get sweeter the longer we’re together.

Bianca moans and arches into my touch, guiding me lower to where she wants me most between her thighs.

But I don’t give in just yet, even though I desperately want to taste her sweet cream.

"Please," she whimpers, her hips undulating closer toward my mouth.

With a wicked grin, I stand up and strip down fully, my cock already fully hard again and aching for her. "You're so damn sexy pregnant, Little Lamb," I groan, marveling at the sight of her naked body.

She blushes but doesn't shy away from my gaze. She knows better than to hide from Daddy.

I sink between her legs, gliding my tongue against her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly until she’s trembling with need.

Only then do I dip my tongue inside and stroke her wet slit from ass to clit, gentle enough to make her moan.

As Bianca's pink, swollen sex is invaded by my tongue, her body shudders with delight. My hands roam her stomach gently, kneading and caressing the soft skin as I lap at her sweet folds.

I bring her to the brink several times before easing back, time and time again, making her scream in ecstasy with every stroke of my tongue to her clit.

“Daddy, please,” she begs, her voice breaking with a sob. “Please.”

I scrape my teeth gently against her hard nub and she thrashes beneath me.

"Cain!" she gasps, arching into my touch as I lap at her clit, harder and faster.

Naughty Little Lamb.

“What did you call me?” I ask, my voice firmer than I actually feel. But this is our game. And at the disciplining tone of my voice, her pussy gushes even wetter down my chin.

“Daddy!”

Slowly I shake my head, my lips brushing over her sodden folds. “You didn’t. You called me Cain. And that’s…” I lick her clit hard. “A…” Again, another lick. “Bad…” And another. “Little…” Lick. “Lamb.” I punctuate each word with a lick to her pussy until every one of her muscles beneath me is trembling with need.

\When she’s seconds away from coming, I pull away, but she grabs my head and forces me back in between her thighs with a frustrated groan, needing more. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, but I chuckle at the slight sting.

“Naughty Little Lambs get punished, don’t they?”

Her response is only a single whimper as I position myself at her entrance, soaking wet and dripping onto our sheets.

I enter her slowly, her tight flesh stretching around my hard cock as I slide all the way in with a groan of satisfaction.

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