Page 14 of Mafia Daddy

CARA

Carlo’s tongue traces the contours of my lips, and I open myself up to him without hesitation. The sensation of his thumb caressing the nape of my neck is electric, and I can't help but arch myself to his body, wanting to savor his touch.

I need more. I want more. So much more.

When he gently nicks my bottom lip, I gasp in surprise, but the light pain only amplifies the pleasure. I ache down below, and I want more than anything to finally be one with him.

"Do you like this, Cara?" His voice is thick with lust as his hands find themselves all over my body.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, tugging his bottom lip with my teeth. "Yes," I murmur into his mouth, the words spilling out of me before I can even think about it.

Carlo lets out a groan, the sound making me wet all over again and his grip on me tightens. "You're going to be the death of me," he says as he brushes his thumb over my cheek.

He swoops down and kisses me again and again.

"You're dangerous, Carlo," I whisper.

"I know," he says with a smile playing on his lips. "And you're worth the risk."

Carlo leans in and presses his body against mine, and I can feel the hard length of him against me. My own body responds instinctively, my hips arching toward him.

I feel electricity everywhere he touches me, and every inch of my body comes alive at the newfound sensation. His hands are rough against my skin, igniting a primal desire within me that I can't ignore. My heart races in anticipation when he positions himself between my legs.

My body is aching with desire, and every part of me is screaming for him to take me.

He begins to rub my clit with his hard cock, and the pleasure erupts from me in waves, making me moan and thrash about on the bed.

"Do you want me inside you, baby girl?"

“Yes. Take me, I’m all yours.”

With those words, the last of my inhibitions fall away, like the broken walls of an old dam, leaving nothing but the raw, pulsing desire between us. I’m more than ready for him.

Carlo's eyes never leave mine as he nods, positioning himself at my entrance. He slides in just the tip and my body tenses up at the sudden intrusion.

“Breathe, baby girl. Breathe,” he tells me.

I do what he tells me as he tears the barrier. The pain is sharp and stings me uncomfortably, but I refuse to let it consume me. I focus on the feel of him inside me instead, the way his long and thick dick fills me up completely.

He stops and looks at me closely, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation. His hand caresses my face as he tries to plunge into me inch by agonizing inch.

"You’re doing so well, little girl. Just relax and let me take care of you," he murmurs.

I nod and let myself relax, giving him permission to take the lead. He stops again when he’s buried to the hilt inside me. Then, he begins sawing in and out of me. With each slow but deliberate thrust, the pain slowly transforms into pleasure. I love how full I feel. That there’s nothing between us anymore.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and licks the sensitive spot. His movements steadily increase in speed and intensity as my body becomes more accustomed to his thick girth.

And just like that, my second orgasm rushes to the surface. My body convulses and a cry of ecstasy escapes my lips. The feeling is intense and earth-shattering, even more so than the first.

He continues to slam hard and fast inside me, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm. The sensations are almost too much to bear, but at the same time, it seems I can't get enough. I want him to pound me harder and deeper, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine.

His breathing is now ragged, and his movements become fervent and more erratic with each passing second. With one grunt, I feel him get thicker inside of me, hot jets of his come feeling my walls.

He lies down beside me, holding my hand.

"That was amazing," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck.

“It was, Daddy.”

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