Page 100 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

I was becoming addicted to her.

She tortured me for another minute before I pulled out of her mouth. I lifted my cock up and jerked it slowly. “Now my balls. They need you.”

The smirk she gave me twisted something inside my belly, a fierce emotion I’d never experienced before. I suddenly knew that I’d never refuse her anything. I would lay the world at this woman’s feet, if she asked.

Her first and her last.

Plush lips kissed the delicate skin of my sac. Her eyes were closed now, and she moved over every millimeter of each orb, kissing them reverently.

“That’s it,” I crooned. “Dio, that feels good.”

She switched to licking, little flicks of her tongue that swirled and massaged, and my hand moved faster on my cock, pumping harder as the pleasure built. I couldn’t look away. She was so beautiful, so pure. I didn’t deserve her, but I sure as fuck wasn’t giving her up.

“Suck on them,” I ordered, my voice barely audible over the rushing water.

Emma obliged, drawing each weight into her mouth and sliding her tongue over it. It was so incredibly sexy, her hair and skin wet, droplets running along her tits. She looked so young, yet she worked my balls like a seasoned pro. I couldn’t take it any more.

I put my free hand on her head to stop her, but I kept her face in front of my groin. “Give each of my balls a final kiss, bambina. Thank them for all the come they’re about to give you.”

Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to each orb. “Grazie,” she whispered reverently, and her compliance made my cock throb, desperate to get inside her.

“Stand up and turn around.” I helped her to her feet. “This will be hard and fast. Hold onto the tile and present me with your pussy.”

When she faced the wall, she tilted her hips up and put her ass out. “Like this?”

“So fucking perfect.” I lined the head of my cock up at her entrance. Slick heat met my skin. “I hope you are wet, because I need to get inside you.” I shoved in, and the clamp of her cunt around the head caused my vision to blur. “Minchia!”

“Oh god, Mo. Yes, more.”

I hung my head, took deep breaths, and tried not to spill right then. When the urge to come receded, I eased in with little pulses of my hips. She was very wet, but her pussy had to be sore from last night. “Just relax. I’m going to give my cock to you.”

Before I could stop her, she pushed back and fucked herself all the way onto my dick. Fire shot down my spine and along the backs of my thighs. “Fuck, Emma!” Then I couldn’t stop for all the money in the world. My hips began to piston, my cock dragging in and out of her cunt, the slap of our wet skin echoing in the tiny space.

“It feels so good,” she said over her shoulder. “Your piercing is hitting just the right spot. God! Don’t stop.”

Bracing my feet, I pumped faster, my hands wrapped around her hips. I panted, my body focused on one purpose, one goal. Nothing else. Each thrust was a jolt of pleasure, the grip of her body pure heaven. I belonged to her wholly and completely at that moment.

“Are you ready for me, bambina? Are you ready for more of my come inside you?”

“Oh, god. Please, Mo. Please.” Her hands scratched at the tile, like she was barely hanging on.

Grabbing her hair, I pulled her upright so I could talk in her ear. “You’re going to take my load like a good girl, no? And I’m going to put a baby inside you.”

One hand found my leg and she dug her nails into my thigh. “Oh, shit.”

She never cursed, so I knew she was getting close. “That’s right. You like that idea. No condom, no birth control. Just me, coming inside you.” She moaned almost pitifully, so I put my hand between her legs and stirred her clit with my fingers. “You like that I’m giving you my seed, that you have no choice but to make a baby for me. You aremine, Emma.”

That did it. Her pussy clamped down, the walls strangling my cock, and then she was trembling and shaking in my arms. The pressure was too much and I started coming, my body emptying into hers, hot jets pulsing rhythmically inside her. Filling her.

“Cazzo,” I hissed, my hands tightening on her breasts, squeezing, as I rode out the storm. I poured into her, jets shooting deep into her pussy. I wasn’t thinking about family or babies or Virga—only the hot clasp of her, the way she felt in my arms. Her sweet moans and slick taste. How I wanted to drown myself in her until I never recovered.

It ended all too soon. I panted and tried to keep on my feet, all while holding her upright. Neither one of us moved for a long minute. “Gesù cristu,” I wheezed, stirring my softening cock inside her. “That was good.”

She slumped against the shower wall. “Holy smokes.”

“Stay there.” I turned off the water. Then I pulled out and dropped onto my haunches behind her. My come trickled out of her entrance, the perfect reminder that a part of me was inside her still. I used one finger to push the thick drops back in.

She arched her back, but didn’t try to get away. “No, I’m too sensitive.”

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