Page 33 of Married to the Mafia Devil

“Yes,” I say again. “I want you to be my first.”

Tears well up in my eyes as I look into his intense gaze. The wind whips around us, carrying the salty scent of the ocean up to the cliff top where my world is about to change. His hand lingers on my ass cheek, the touch both gentle and possessive. The heat and tingle from where he spanked me makes me moan lightly into the ground.

“You want my cock in here?” He slips a finger into me, rocking it gently back and forth.

“I want you to take my virginity,” I whisper as his hand moves to my clit.

His expression darkens, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his features. “Are you sure, mia bella? Once I take you, you will be mine forever.”

I know it’s a lie but I want to believe it, my resolve firm even as my body trembles with anticipation. “I can’t fight this any more. Please, fuck me.”

“Then it shall be so,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I won’t stop fucking you until you’re pregnant with my baby. You sure you want that?”

His hand strokes between my legs, finding my clit, teasing me mercilessly. “Yes,” I admit, the word falling from my mouth. “Get me pregnant, Matteo. I want your child growing inside me.”

“Good girl.”

I look back at him. His cock is already out of his pants. He positions himself behind me, rubbing himself between my legs. I can feel the heat of him on my pussy and I can’t help but moan. He spanks my ass again, making me wince. He strokes the spot where he spanked, sending my nerve endings wild with need.

I feel my body start to melt into the soft grass beneath us. “Are you ready, mia bella?” he whispers, his voice reverberating through the still night air.

I nod, my mouth dry with anticipation. “Yes. I'm ready.”

He guides the head of his cock to my entrance, and with a gentle motion, he claims me as his own, slipping an inch inside.

My eyes flutter shut as I feel the tightness of my virginity giving way to the intrusion of his manhood. A sharp pain courses through me, but it's quickly replaced by an overwhelming sensation of stretching to fit him inside as he rocks a little deeper.

“Does it hurt, mia bella?” he asks and I hear the lust barely contained in his voice.

I shake my head, my eyes still closed. “No it feels so good.”

My heart is pounding, and I can feel the blood rushing to my face as he continues to push deeper into me. He’s growing inside me, stretching me wider, and I moan quietly, trying to stifle my pleasures. A moment later, he’s all the way inside.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his tone more possessive than before. “You belong to me from now on.”

“Yes, Matteo,” I gasp. “Take me. Make me yours.”

He pulls back, thrusting faster. I moan louder, feeling the pleasure build inside me. I feel him hitting my sweet spot, and I know it wouldn't be long before I come undone.

“Is this what you want, mia bella?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes, I need it. Make me come.”

He thrusts harder, his hips pounding against mine. “Touch your clit,” he says, his fingers holding me in place. I cry out, my body on fire, the pleasure building and building, until I can take it no more. “Come for me.”

I’ve barely touched my aching clit before it happens. “Yes!” I cry out, my body shuddering as an orgasm washes over me. It’s unlike any I ever experienced before, a wild, all-consuming wave of pleasure that leaves me breathless and trembling.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. “So tight around my cock.”

I feel him speed up, fucking me harder and faster. “I'm going to come in you,” he pants. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Give it to me. Come in me, get me pregnant. Give it to me.”

He thrusts one last time, burying himself inside me, and I feel the surge of his climax fill me. His cock twitches and then he spurts deep inside me, filling me up.

A wave of ecstasy washes over me, my body trembling with pleasure. Our moans mingle together in the fading light.

As he slowly pulls out of me, I feel the stickiness of our lovemaking on my thighs. I don’t feel dirty or ashamed. I feel free and alive. Matteo has claimed me, and I loved every moment. I thought it would change things for the worse but I feel closer to him than I ever have to anyone.

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