Page 11 of Curvy Girl for the Mafia Daddy

The lace of her bra gives way under my impatient hands. And then I'm feasting on the rosy peaks, drawing one into my mouth to suckle and nip. Dana arches off the desk, a throaty moan spilling from her lips. The sound only spurs me on, makes me suck harder.

I switch to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. I could spend hours worshipping her tits, but the throbbing ache in my cock demands more. Demands all of her.

My hand slides under her skirt, fingers brushing against the damp lace of her panties. She's fucking soaked, the evidence of her arousal coating my fingers as I nudge the flimsy fabric aside.

"Christ, you're dripping," I rasp, my voice guttural with lust. "Is this all for me, sweetheart?"

Dana nods frantically, her hips canting up in search of my touch. "Yes, Luca. Only for you."

Satisfaction and possessiveness surge through me at her breathy declaration. My fingers delve through her slick folds to find her clit. I circle the swollen nub, reveling in the way her body jumps and quivers under my touch.

"Please," she whimpers, nails biting into the flesh of my shoulders. "I need..."

"What do you need, Dana?" I demand, my fingers teasing her entrance. "Tell me."

Her head thrashes against the desk, her hips bucking restlessly. "You. I need you inside me. Please, Luca."

My control snaps at her plea. In an instant, I've shoved her skirt up around her waist and torn her panties off. The sight of her laid out before me, flushed and wanting, nearly brings me to my knees.

I free my straining erection from the confines of my slacks and position myself at her entrance, the broad head of my cock nudging against her slick folds.

Dana's breath hitches, her eyes wide and dark with desire as she looks up at me. I pause, searching her face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

"Are you sure, baby?" I ask, my voice rough with restraint. "Once I'm inside you, there's no going back. You'll be mine completely."

Her hands come up to frame my face, her touch gentle despite the urgency thrumming between us. "I'm sure, Luca. I want this. I want you."

With a groan, I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. But instead of the smooth glide I'm expecting, I'm met with resistance. Dana cries out, her fingers digging into my biceps as her face contorts in pain.

Shock crashes over me as realization dawns. She's a virgin. Untouched. And I've just torn through her innocence with my selfish lust.

"Fuck, Dana," I rasp, stilling my hips with immense effort. "You're...I didn't know...I'm so sorry, baby."

Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, but she shakes her head. "Don't be sorry. I wanted it to be you. Only you." She rolls her hips tentatively, taking me even deeper.

Possessiveness roars through my veins at her words, at the knowledge that no other man has ever touched her like this. That I'm the first and only one to lay claim to her sweet body.

"Mine," I growl, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. "You're mine now, Dana. Your perfect little cunt belongs to me. No other man will ever have you like this."

She gasps and arches into me, her channel fluttering around my invading cock. "Yes, Luca. I'm yours. Only yours."

I set a hard, driving pace, my hips slapping against the backs of her thighs with each forceful thrust. The desk creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our harsh pants and moans.

"That's it, baby," I encourage her as I feel her start to tighten around me. "Squeeze my cock with this tight little pussy. Milk me dry."

Dana throws her head back with a keening cry, her nails raking angry red lines down my back as she comes apart. Her cunt clamps down on me like a vice, the rippling walls pushing me closer to the edge.

I grit my teeth, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her quivering body. Shifting the angle of my hips, I grind against her swollen clit with each pass, prolonging her climax.

"Oh God, Luca!" She sobs, trembling violently as a second orgasm crashes over her on the heels of the first. The sensation is too much, too intense.

With a roar, I bury myself to the hilt inside her one last time and let go, spilling myself deep in her clenching heat.

I collapse on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck as aftershocks course through my spent body. Dana's arms come around me, holding me close as our racing hearts gradually slow.

In the aftermath of our passion, the reality of what I've done comes crashing down on me. I've taken her virginity, claimed her in the most primal way possible. And in doing so, I've irrevocably tied her to me and my dark, dangerous world.

Self-loathing rises like bile in my throat. She deserves better than this, better than me. I'm a monster, a killer. My hands are stained with blood that will never wash clean. How can I taint her purity with my filth?

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