Page 28 of The Mafia's Seamstress

“Should I take my time?” he teased. I snaked my hand through his hair and tugged, forcing him to meet my gaze.

“Does it look like you should?” I said. His eyes went back to my pussy. He pressed his nose, inhaling my scent and I arched at the feel. He groaned, deep in his throat. He spared me one more glance before I felt his tongue in between my lips. I gasped as he quickly found my clit.

I tugged him hard as he began sucking. My entire body ignited as Dante devoured me like I was his last meal. One arm snaked around my hips, lifting me up. My legs squeeze around his head as his tongue teased my hole. I mewled as his tongue dipped in. This wasn’t enough though. His tongue curved around my clit, made its way back down to my hole and then up again.

“More,” I cried out. He slipped two fingers inside easily, stretching me and began taking long languid strokes against my sensitive bud of nerves. I clamped around his fingers and rocked against his hand.

But it still wasn’t enough. I lowered my hands to squeeze my own breasts. I played with my nipples, pulling them until they were hard pebbles. Dante watched me play with myself, his strokes growing harder. The noises coming out of my body were driving me higher. He added another finger as he bit the inside of my thigh. I gasped.

“I gotta stretch you, amore,” he whispered against the bruised skin. His fingers scissored, stretching me, filling me. I rocked with him as he sucked my clit. I fought between suffocating him with my legs and widening to give him more room.

The air around us tightened as I struggled to breathe. Everything felt overwhelming and yet not enough. I still needed more. Dante’s fingers sped up and I began crying out his name. A warmth was emerging in my lower belly, a sign of my impending orgasm. I think Dante must have sensed it because he pulled out. I glared at him. His lips glistened with my taste. Dante sucked his fingers clean of my arousal and I pulled him in for a rough kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. Dante groaned as I shoved him away.

I pointed to the drawer and he silently followed my instructions. I watched him as he carefully took off his pants, folded them and placed them on my dresser.

“Good boy. Can’t mess up those pants. They were expensive,” I said, still teasing my nipples. Dante grunted as he rolled the condom onto his cock. It wasn’t too long but it had girth. It was going to feel fucking great.

He made it onto the bed and I reached for his shoulders. We needed to do this fast before my brain caught up with me. I sat up and pushed him on his back. He listened, lying back. I straddle him, rubbing my pussy against his dick, getting it wet. His hands shot to my hips and he cursed.

“Fuck, Bella,” he hissed as I took his cock in my hands and rolled my hips against the head of his cock. I took a deep breath as I slowly lowered myself. My head fell back in bliss, feeling him stretch me to the point of burning. Dante began rocking my hips to help ease himself inside. My hands landed on his chest as I gasped. He felt too fucking good.

“Yes,” I hissed. Dante unexpectedly sat up causing us to rock and I whimpered as I felt him fully inside of me. He pulled my nipple into his mouth and I smiled. My fingers tugged at his hair as I rocked fast against him. My orgasm was building back up again. Dante snaked his hand down to rub my clit. My body began wounding tighter and tighter.

“You’re choking my cock and it feels so fucking good,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck, needing leverage. “Fuck me, Lucia. Fuck me hard.”

“I’ll fuck you how I want. So be a good boy and keep playing with my nipples,” I said, smirking. Dante’s eyes sparked and like a good mafia man he listened. Taking my other nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicked back and forth as he pinched the other with his hand. I gasped at the overstimulation.

At first I rocked back and forth, needing more friction. But the longer I went the more I just needed. My thighs burned as I switched motions. The feeling of my chest bouncing against his added a wave of new sensations.

I kept my eyes on him as I began to bounce uncontrollably, all sense of rhythm lost to this delicious sensation. His name tumbled out of me over and over again. I begged and pleaded for him.

“Dante?” My voice came out as a whimper. He nodded. “Slap my ass,” I demanded. I felt myself building up higher and higher until Dante slapped his hand across my ass and I exploded.

Before I could recover his hands gripped my hips, taking over, treating me like a doll and I let him. I let him chase his own orgasm as he chased the remnants of mine away.

And just when I thought I was done another orgasm slammed into me as he finished. My fingers created half moons along his shoulders and I smiled. He looked amazingly marked by me. We stayed in each other’s arms for a few minutes, catching our breath.

Once he became soft, Dante lifted me up and pulled out slowly. I hissed at the loss. He laid me down and kissed the center of my chest.

“Wait here,” he said.

A few minutes later he came back with a wet warm towel to wipe me. I let him take care of me. I let him clean me up as he continued to compliment my mind and my body.

I headed to the bathroom to pee once he finished. I stared at the mirror; taking note of my wild appearance. My hair was like a bird's nest. My makeup was smudged, lipstick wiped off. Across my neck and down my chest were red marks. A few of them would most likely turn into bruises.

I smiled. I wouldn’t mind that. We marked each other. And while I felt I now owned a part of Dante I was beginning to think that maybe he owned a part of me as well. I took one more glance at the mirror and nodded.

It was time for questions.

Dante was lying in my bed in his briefs, scrolling through his phone. I guess the life of a mafia man never ends, not even after amazing sex.

I strolled into my room, naked with a clean face. His eyes followed me as I placed an oversize shirt and got into bed. Dante placed his hands underneath the shirt, stroking the top of my thighs once I sat next to him.

“That was amazing,” he murmured into my neck. I smiled. While I was satisfied I couldn’t help but feel anxious. I exposed my neck to give him more room and he took it. I glanced up at my ceiling. It was now or never. I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled. He eyed me curiously.

“I have questions,” I said. Dante smirked. His hands traveled up my thighs to my breasts, cupping each.

“Mhmm. I was wondering when your interrogation was going to begin,” he said as he began kneading my breasts. My clit throbbed with need again. I pushed to straddle him. Dante sighed. He gripped my hips and moved me until I was sitting on his cock again.

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