Page 6 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

Bianca gasps as I press a thumb to either side of her lips and spread her wide.

Her pussy is a beautiful, pink-lipped flower still damp from where I had teased her moments ago. My eyes travel up to meet hers, and they're full of fear and curiosity mixed with desire as I lean forward to taste her.

I flatten my tongue against her opening and slowly lick up her slit. The first taste of her sends shivers down my spine. She tastes like sugar, honey, and the sweetness that hints at her innocence but also spells out danger for any man who tries to possess her.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her hands diving into my hair as she sways, losing her balance.

“You’re praying to the wrong man,” I grumble, then wrap my lips around her clit, suckling her until she’s crying and squirming above me. My tongue laps at her while I dive a finger inside of her wet heat once more, exploring as deep as I can.

She trembles under my touch.

I groan against her folds, pushing my tongue firmer against her as I slip a second finger into her tight passage. Her walls begin to clench around my fingers, pulling me deeper inside. It's intoxicating how responsive she is, how wet she already is just from this small amount of attention I’ve given her.

My name falls from her lips in a whisper as I continue to taste and explore every inch of her, mapping out the walls of her womb while one hand grips her waist to keep her from thrashing about.

"Cain," she moans again, arching into my touch. "W-what’s happening?” Her voice has an edge of desperation that sends another shiver through me.

“Little Lamb,” I chuckle against her slick folds. “Ecstasy. That’s what’s happening to you.”

Her reply is lost in a whimpered gasp as I continue licking her clit in firm circles. This earns me a muffled cry, her nails digging into my hair as her back arches off the wall.

A spray of pink forms on her cheeks and embarrassed, she bites her lower lip, then releases it with a moan that sends a shiver down my spine.

Her walls contract around my fingers again, tightening around them as she nears the edge of her climax. I can feel it building inside of her, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface of her skin. Her breathing becomes shallow and ragged as she grinds against my tongue, seeking more friction against her sensitive bud.

"That's it," I growl against her. "Give it all to me, Little Lamb."

Her body shudders violently around my fingers, her wetness coating my knuckles, dripping down my hand as she pulses and reaches climax. With a soft scream, her legs tremble violently around my head as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body.

I remove my fingers and sink my tongue inside of her just in time to feel the final clench of desire and her juices spill into my mouth.

Fuck me.

I’m a goner.

With one last drag of my tongue over her clit, I stand up and adjust my clothes.

Her breathing is labored but satisfied as she looks up at me with glazed over eyes. "Th-that," she manages to pant out between gasps, "That was... normal?"

I step back, smoothing the cuffs of my shirt, trying to compose myself.

“Nothing about you is normal, Bianca,” I whisper. “You are extraordinary.” I take her chin between my fingers, tilting her mouth toward mine.

She’s utter perfection. An angel on earth.

And I’ve fucked up. Big time.

I stare at this sweet creature in front of me, still clad only in her bra. I haven’t even kissed her, yet I drank her orgasm like a water-starved man being offered an oasis.

I’m a fucking monster.

“So… y-you believe me? That I’m a virgin?”

“I’m shocked that no one has claimed you, yet. But yes, I believe you.”

Relief relaxes her features and her eyes drift shut. “Will it, um, be that good every time? With whomever bids on me?”

A slow smile curves on my mouth. “I guaran-fucking-tee it.”

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