Page 36 of My Mafia Queen

“It will hurt,” he says, letting his hard cock bounce free while wedging his knees between my legs.

And here I am.

My thighs are open, his thick, warm erection pressed into my lower abdomen.

A kernel of fear moves quickly up and down my spine while he searches my eyes and unashamedly feeds on the fear gripping my mind.

“You should fear, baby. You and I will have a fantastic time together. Maybe not tonight,” he says, darkly amused, gripping the root of his erection and lining up the head of his cock against my entrance.

Propped on his elbow, he lifts my thigh to his hip, and I feel the head of his erection perfectly pressed against my opening.

It’s a strange sensation, and my first reaction is to shut myself down. That’s how much my courage has lasted.

He doesn’t soften in the slightest.

Quite the opposite, seeing me rigid and almost tearful, he hardens even more while my apprehension only grows.

“One thing you need to learn,gattino. Nothing makes your pleasure more delicious than fear. Your body will be just as beautiful when I’m done with you. And the pleasure you’ll experience will be like nothing you’ve ever known.”

He kisses me softly, chipping away at my angst.

“Open your legs, baby,” he murmurs against my lips, his words having a magical effect on me, bringing back the pleasure I had felt before when we had stood against each other and my breasts were crushed against his chest.

“That’s exactly what you need to do,” he says, kneading my chest and moving his thumb over my lip.

Does he think about what I think?

I’m pretty sure he does.

Sex becomes a teaching moment now––okay, it’s mostly a learning moment for me and teaching for him––but he likes to press his thumb against the seam of my mouth while I like to wrap my lips around his finger and move my tongue around it.

His eyes lighten, and his erection pushes harder against me.

“Have you done some of that?” he asks, his nostrils flaring, his lips tilted into a crooked grin.

This must be a trap.

And I have little time to read into his motives, so I shake my head, telling him the truth.

“You haven’t done much, have you?”

I shake my head again with his thumb inside my mouth and the head of his cock coated with my warm arousal.

My center tingles, and the need to feel more of him inside soars, annihilating my natural fear of pain.

“You’re doing great,” he says, shifting his hips and pushing.

Again, the sensation is unusual.

Having something so big pressed against my most intimate spot gives me shivers. And yet, it feels so good that I clench around him, rocking my hips a little.

His gaze gets heavy when he slides his arm under me, hovering over me.

He moves his hips, his eyes dipping to my lips, and a sultry look slides over his face.

Despite being new to this, I find pleasure in doing it with him for the first time. And I spot satisfaction in his eyes.

He enjoys this tremendously while I stiffen, dreading the moment when he enters me, gives me pain, and changes me forever. Knowing things I don’t know, he enjoys me despite all my struggles.

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