Page 9 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

She hums, the vibrations causing my knees to buckle. She palms my sack, rolling them easily but adding enough pressure for my orgasm to threaten.

It’s a sensitive area not many women have ever explored, but Camilla jumped right in. It’s as if she knows what I like without me having to say it.

“Enough.” I pull her off me by yanking her hair and push her against the bed. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

She grins, proud of herself for bringing me to the edge too soon.

“My turn.” I give her a wicked smile, kissing the middle of her chest before sliding my lips across her tits, sucking a nipple into my mouth while pinching the other.

Her whimpers fuel me to move, and I kiss down her body, nibbling the edge of her ribs which causes her to gasp and arch her back.

I continue down until I’m at the thin material of her panties, and with one tug, the material rips from her body.

“Fuck.” Her cunt glistens with need, and I force her legs apart, unable to wait another minute.

I need to taste her. Burying my head between her thighs, I suck her clit into my mouth, and she cries, fisting the silk sheets in her hand. She’s so fucking responsive, as if she’s never been touched, and I love it.

I slip a finger inside her, my eyes rolling back when I feel how tight and wet she is.

“Oh my God, Luca,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Nothing pleases me more than a loud lover. It’s a sign that I’m doing something right.

I slip another finger in, working her clit and pumping my hand hard and fast. The sounds spilling from her lips are erotic, something some men pay to hear, but not me. I’m lucky enough to be the man she picked for pleasure, and that’s not something I take lightly.

“Luca. Oh God, Luca!” she slaps my shoulder, her brows and lips pinching while her pussy tightens around my fingers, telling me she’s about to come.

My cock aches and I flex my hips to rub it against the mattress for some relief. I bury my fingers harder inside her, which is enough to send her over. She screams my name.

My. Name.

And my fingers are soaked with her honey, her moans better than any song the DJ has played tonight. I pull myself free and bring my drenched digits to my mouth, sucking her essence clean.

She watches with rose-tinted cheeks.

“You taste delicious.”

“Luca,” she says, suddenly coy as if she didn’t just scream my name for all to hear.

It’s a good thing no one can.

Camilla looks away, and with my wet fingers, I turn her cheek so her eyes are on me.

“You don’t look away from me tonight, do you understand?” I grip my cock and press it against her entrance, the voice in the back of my head telling me I’m forgetting something, but I’m too far gone to fucking care.

She’s hot and tight, and as I inch inside her, I groan while she whimpers.

I know I’m big, so I take my time filling her. I want this to be good for her, too, or there’s no point in continuing this.

Falling over, I cage her head between my arms and lean down, pressing our lips together again before driving my hips forward.

My eyes snap open as she cries out.

There was resistance.

I lean away and stare down at her in confusion. “You’re a virgin?” I try to pull away, not upset that she’s never had a man touch her before because that’s satisfying me in ways I didn’t think I cared about.

“No, don’t stop. Please. I’m sorry. If I had told you, you probably wouldn’t have touched me. It was one of the things I wanted to do tonight. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

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