Page 60 of Beautiful Devil

I don't care that he’s a mafia don.

All I know is that I've never before felt an attraction like ours, and I most certainly have never had an orgasm even close to the two this man has given me.

So, I nod my head and reach my hand up to grip his hard cock through his dress pants. His eyes drop to my hand, suddenly he’s standing up, ripping his shirt off and sending buttons scattering in every direction until he’s down to his tight boxer briefs.

Those are off next, and his thick cock springs free…and holy shit, it’shuge. He starts to stroke himself as precum leaks from the tip. I spread my legs farther apart to encourage him, letting him know that I do want this. He gives himself another two pumps before he’s back hovering over the top of me, slipping his hand around my throat, his lips almost touching mine as he speaks.

“I’m going to fuck you how I want, and when I’m done, I’m going to come all over those fucking delicious tits of yours.”

He doesn't give me a second to reply before his lips are on me again, sending another rush of wetness to my core. He briefly slips his fingers back in, but when he feels how wet I am, he quickly removes them and starts to line his weeping dick with my pussy.

He pushes himself in, and my back arches up off the bed as I swallow an inhale. Not only has it been a while since I’ve had sex, but I’ve never been with anyone of his size before.

“Good girl,gattina. Open up for me and take every fucking inch. Let me fuck you like you’re mine.”

His words make me wetter than I already was, making it easier for him to slip in a little more.

“Good girl. Almost there.” He stops for a second before pushing the rest of the way in, leaving him fully seated inside me.

Holding both of my legs in his generous hands, he starts to move in and out.

“Oh, yes, Fabi, yes,” I say as he picks up the pace.

Dropping both of my legs to the bed, he begins to make rough circles on my clit. With his free hand, he reaches up, tweaking and pulling on my nipple. I’m a mess laid underneath him; I feel like I’m about to combust. Never before have I had such electrifying sex in my life. He continues his sensory assault on my body, and this time it's his words that make me lose all control.

“Give it to me. Give me what's mine,gattina.”

And I do. There's nothing in this moment that could stop me from giving Fabrizio Moretti my release. He thrusts faster and harder. Before I know it, my orgasm has spurred on his own. He withdraws his dick, and as I’m coming down from my euphoric high, he spills his hot cum all over my tits. He hovers above me while we both catch our breath. After a couple of minutes, he gets up from the bed, extending his hand to lead me to the bathroom.

I’m suddenly aware of how very naked I am. I wrap my arms around myself, self-doubt washing over me. Fabi catches my movements, and he's on me so quickly, caging me against the sink with a feral look in his eyes, seething with every word he speaks.

“Don’t ever cover yourself from me,gattina.Ever. You’remine, which means this perfect, sexy body is mine now too.Capisce?”

I try to lower my head and nod, but he won’t have it. His big hand reaches down and lifts my head up, holding my chin in place.

“I asked you a question,gattina.”

Looking him in the eyes this time, I speak the words out loud. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl,” he drawls and kisses me gently on the forehead.

I don't know what it is about that phrase, but I get wet every time he says it.

Clearly seeing the desire in my eyes, he lowers his mouth to my ear and says, “Later. I need to clean you first before I dirty you up again.”

A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as I climb into the shower. The hot water feels amazing against my body, and I close my eyes to savor the feeling.

“Keep moaning like that,gattina,and we’ll never get cleaned up,” he says, having snuck up behind me.

His firm chest presses against my back as he reaches past me for the shower gel. Squirting some on his hands, he lathers them together and starts to wash my shoulders and arms first, teasing me as he stops just before my breasts.

Fabi’s hands slowly move where I want them, and he starts massaging my breasts. I lean against him, letting him hold my weight, while I close my eyes as he continues to massage and clean my breasts.

“Mm.”

His hands continue their path down my body, cleaning my torso and hips. He stops at the top of my pelvis, moving his fingers ever so slightly above my pussy, teasing me with each flick of his fingers. I’m panting now – turned on once again. My body is on fire, and it has nothing to do with the temperature of the water.

His thick, tattooed hand finally moves to my pussy, where he cups me as he moves back and forth, cleaning me. My chest is heaving, and I’m so wet I can feel it running down the inside of my thigh. If he just moves his hand a little bit more…ugh!

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