Page 107 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Giacomo

Silently, I stripped out of my clothes. I was exhausted and angry, not to mention worried. Viviana was still missing, with no trace of her anywhere.

She was at risk outside of the facility. No guards, no phone. She didn’t have money or even identification. What was she thinking, going off so recklessly?

One thing was certain: Federico Chiellini was a dead man.

I slipped into my wife’s bed. I needed a few hours’ sleep, but I also needed her. I was desperate to lose myself in her sweetness. When I rolled toward her my hands met soft, warm skin.Nakedskin. Had she been waiting for me to get home and give her what she needed? Cazzo, that thought was so fucking hot.

My dick was already half hard as I cupped her tit and plucked at her nipple. Her breathing changed as she came awake, so I kissed her neck. She smelled like lemons and sugar. “It’s me, bambina. Wake up for me. Wake up so I can fuck you.”

Sighing, she pressed her ass into my crotch. I rolled my hips, sliding my cock between her cheeks. “You feel that?” I whispered. “I need you, mia piccola moglie.”

One slim arm reached behind my neck to pull me closer. Her top leg eased over my thigh, spreading herself open, and my cock pulsed, thickening with each beat of my heart. “Then have me,” she rasped.

God, this woman. I needed her like air.

Moving lower, I dragged my nails through the coarse hair on her mound, lower until I found her slit. Her pussy was hot and luscious, and I wanted her with a ferocity that almost scared me. I wasn’t thinking about getting her pregnant. I just needed her body wrapped around mine, her sweet cries in my ear.

Being inside her was as close to heaven as I’d ever get, a baptism. A renewal. She pulled me apart and then put me back together each damn time.

I teased her clit with my fingertips. We’d done this a lot and I knew how to get her ready. I rolled her on her back. “Do you want my mouth?”

Her answer was instant. “Yes. God, yes. Please, Giacomo.”

So eager. I loved that about her. I inhaled her scent before I licked her. So fucking good. I went back in for another taste, using my tongue to gather her wetness. Impatient, I ate at her with deep kisses and long sucks on her clit. She whimpered and grabbed my hair to pull me closer, unashamed to demand I keep going.

Everything melted away but this woman. She was perfect, her slick juices covering my mouth and chin. I held her ass in my hands and kept her spread wide for me as I feasted on her.

“Please, I need you, m’amore.”

My love.

No woman had dared to speak those words to me before, but Emma’s softly spoken Sicilian endearment did something to me. A part of my chest cracked open, emotion flooding me, and I was helpless to resist her. I would have handed over my fortune, my kingdom, my balls—anything she asked for—in that moment.

Surging up, I stretched out over her and covered her mouth with mine. Then I used my knees to spread her thighs. “Use me, bambina,” I whispered. “Put me inside your pussy.” Her small hand reached between us to grip my shaft. She shifted, trying to line me up. “Hurry, dusci.”Sweetheart.

I heard her suck in a sharp breath, but I didn’t have time to think about it because the head of my cock met scalding wet skin. I thrust forward and sank inside her, the walls of her cunt strangling my tip. “Fuck,” I gasped.

She held onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my muscle. “More. God, please. Move, baby.”

Our faces were close, only millimeters apart, as I pushed the rest of the way inside. Once we were joined, her ragged exhale coasted over my skin and I breathed her in. I didn’t move, just let her adjust to the initial stretch while I tried not to come. It felt so unbelievably good.

“You don’t need to be careful with me,” she said. “I can take it.”

I stroked her cheek with my thumb, tracing the fine lines of her face. “I don’t want you to take it. I want you to love having my cock inside you so much that you weep every time I pull out.”

“I do love it. But I’d love it a lot more at the moment if you fucked me.”

Minchia—that dirty word on my good girl’s lips. Lust spiked in my groin and my hips snapped forward in rapid succession, my body giving her what she demanded. Sparks danced along the backs of my thighs, pleasure racing to my toes. Emma threw her head back, and I sank my teeth into the column of her throat, like an animal needing to claim its mate. I sucked on her skin as I pounded into her, fucking her with abandon.

Soon she tipped over the edge, trembling and shaking, the walls of her pussy contracting around my cock, and I couldn’t take it. I let go, giving her hard jabs of my hips, and the urge to come surged up from my balls, twisting and squeezing in my gut. I shoved deep and let the orgasm wash over me.

A thousand colors exploded behind my eyelids, and I could feel the come shooting out of me and into her body. I never wanted it to end. The high was better than anything I could imagine, and it was like I gave her a piece of myself each time. But she gave me something back in return, something I’d been missing for thirty-two long years.

“Mine,” I growled as the last twitches quaked through me, my fingers tangled with hers.

“Yours,” she returned with a quiet sigh.

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