Page 12 of Mafia Daddy

"Your turn," she smiles at me and says in a voice that's barely above a whisper. She sounds shy and breathless.

I only nod at her as I enter the bathroom.

Merda!I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands to myself. My body feels like it’s gone rogue and my thoughts are only of her and her tempting body. When I glimpsed her cleavage peeking at the top of her bathrobe, I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t grab her and bury my face between the valley of her breasts.

I’m done for. Fuck me.

I let the shower wash all the dirt and grime away from my body, but it does nothing to my mounting lust and frustration. I finish with my shower and head back into the bedroom, only to find Cara already sleeping soundly on the king-sized bed. Her mouth is slightly parted and her bathrobe is half open, exposing a large amount of her cleavage. The swell of her breasts looks smooth to the touch, and any little movement she makes will expose her nipples.

Porca puttana.

My crotch tightens as I become rock-hard, pre-come leaking from the tip of my hard member. I want nothing more than to rip apart the flimsy bathrobe she’s wearing and run my tongue along her skin. But I cover her up with the bedsheets instead, careful not to wake her and try to move away.

I feel a sudden grip around my arm. When I turn to look at Cara, she takes my hand. She licks her lips, her gaze at half-mast. When her thumb traces my palm, my control breaks. I have no willpower left in me to struggle. In a swift movement, I pull her to me, my lips claiming hers in a blazing kiss.

Cara kisses me back hungrily, her soft body pressing into me and hand curling on the front of my bathrobe. I wrap my arms around her, cupping her ass and pushing her to my thick staff.

She doesn't stop me as I break the kiss to nibble on her neck. She moans softly, her fingers tangling on my hair and pulling my head back up to her. I stop kissing the column of her throat and claim her lips once again.

We finally break apart, both breathless. Raw want burns in her eyes, matching my hunger for her, and it’s a force I cannot resist.

I loosen her bathrobe and it falls off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts. She catches it before it falls below her waist. Her nipples are dark pink and hard, and she nervously uses her free hand to shield herself from my gaze.

“I need to see you.”

Her face and chest are beet red, but she smiles seductively. "And what will you do once you see me?"

“What do you think, baby girl?” I smirk and close the distance between us.

I keep waiting for Cara to say something, my heart drumming hard enough to hurt. With a slow movement, Cara lowers her arms from her chest, letting her bathrobe fall to the floor and baring herself to me.

So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

My voice is thick with lust when I tell her, "I can't wait to explore every inch of you, little girl."

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CARLO

Cara's breath comes out in shallow puffs, her body squirming under my hungry stare. She makes a move to cover herself up but I stop her with a gentle grip on her wrist.

"Don't," I say huskily. "You don't need to cover yourself in front of me. Let me see all of you."

"It's not… I'm not..." Cara stammers, shifts her weight awkwardly, then swallows nervously.

"It's the first time someone is seeing me like this," she finally admits, her face red with embarrassment. She snaps her eyes shut.

Without a second thought, I move closer to her, tilt her chin, and brush my lips lightly over hers. “If this is too soon for you, then let’s stop. I will never ever force you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

She opens her eyes and gnaws on her bottom lip. “No, Carlo. No, it’s not that. It’s…I’m a virgin.”

Cara lowers her gaze to the floor, unable to meet my eyes. Just as well because I almost stagger back in shock. Cara is a virgin? This beautiful, perfect girl?

Something primal and animalistic roars in my chest. Claiming her is about to become a hundred times sweeter.

“A virgin?”

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