Page 5 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

“Well good,” she sneers sarcastically. “Glad you approve.”

That mouth. That fucking bratty mouth. I wanted to fill it with my cock. Have Daddy teach her a lesson.

But first, a test. “Okay.” I slide my jacket off my shoulders and toss it onto the leather couch. “Strip.”

She pales, her body going stiff. “Excuse me?”

“Strip,” I say again simply. “If I’m going to auction your virginity, I need to assess the goods for myself first.”

She seems to consider this for a long moment. And just when I think she’s going to turn around and make a run for it, she huffs out a sigh.

"Fine," she snaps back, her hands trembling as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Carefully, tentatively, she brings it up over her head, leaving her in a black lace push up bra that has my mouth watering.

The silver piercing in her belly button glints in the dim light of my room, drawing my eyes to her flat stomach and the soft curve of her lower abdomen.

She looks away, cheeks flushed, suddenly extremely self-conscious under my stare.

“Now the jeans,” I order, delighting in the flush that crawls over her body at my command.

Her eyes flash with sexy defiance, but she doesn’t fight me as she pops the button on her jeans and shimmies them down her tanned, muscular thighs, leaving her in nothing but the bra and matching skimpy black thong.

"Happy?" she asks with a huff.

“Not even close.”

Stepping closer to her, I reach out to run my finger down the thin strip of fabric between her legs. She jumps at my touch and I can smell her fear, mixed with something else – desire? Whatever it is, it's intoxicating.

She gives a little mewl and her hands land on my shoulders to brace herself as her pelvis thrusts, curving against my touch.

"You're not a virgin," I growl out. "Your pussy's aching for cock."

She tries to step back but bumps into the wall behind her, so I push harder against it, trapping her there while slowly pushing the panties to the side and sliding my finger into the dampness between her legs.

She moans as I gather her slickness on my fingertip, teasing her firm button of need that’s pulsing beneath my touch.

My balls grow heavier and my cock fills, growing harder and pressing painfully against my zipper. With every cell of my body, I ache to know what she tastes like.

"You're mine now," I say roughly, looking down at her through hooded eyes.

Then, I push one single blunt finger all the way inside.

Her walls clench around my finger and she gasps softly, looking shocked, yet unable to pull away from me.

I’m wrong, I realize.

This tight pussy has never had anything larger than a finger inside of it. That’s clear by how tight she is.

She was honest with me before. Most definitely a virgin, her ripe cherry ready for the taking.

She feels so good it's almost maddening; I want more. So much fucking more of this rich piece of fruit. I want her dripping down my chin.

I can still sell her virginity if I sample her, just a little for myself, right?

To test the goods for my high end buyers.

When I pull my finger free, she looks even more flushed than before. I sink to my knees, pulling her thong all the way down to reveal her sweet, pink pussy to me.

Just one taste, I think.

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