Page 50 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“You don’t?” Her eyes crinkled around the edges as she narrowed her gaze on me. “You don’t want me to perform oral sex on you?”

I shrugged. “If you want to, I won’t turn it down. But that’s not why I’m offering to eat you out.”

“Then why are you?”

This was why I couldn’t give up, why I had to insist on putting my face between her legs. If any woman desperately needed an orgasm at the moment, it was Emma. She was too tightly wound.

I threw my head back and shouted at the ceiling, “Minchia! Just let me fuck your pussy with my tongue, woman.”

She tried to pull away from me. “No. I’m sorry. I’m not Theresa or some other woman who lets you do whatever you want to them. I barely know you and you’re asking to do something very intimate with me.”

Dai, now I understood.

I knew she was a virgin, but most women her age had some experience, such as kissing and fingering and tongues. But Emma had even less experience than I expected. She had no idea of what was involved, which made her nervous.

No other man had tasted her, given her this intense pleasure before. This meant that I would be the first to lick her slit and tongue her clit. The first to taste her sweetness. Cazzo, the idea of it . . . .

Ignoring the rush of lust inside me, I stroked her legs once more. “I know no one has done this to you before. Let me try. I’ll go slow. And if you hate it, I’ll stop after a few seconds. Okay?”

“You’ll stop if I ask?”

“Of course. I’m not going to do anything you don’t like. Te lo prometto.”

Her eyes darted to my mouth. “I admit, I am curious. My sisters talk about it like it’s better than chocolate.”

I stretched out on my stomach, my shoulders pushing her thighs wide. I pressed my lips to the soft flesh of her upper leg. “Oh, piccola bambina innocente. Chocolate cannot compare to what I am about to do to you.”

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Emma

Icouldn’t believe this was happening.

I was lying in bed, checking the security feed in my father’s room, when Giacomo stormed in to insist on performing cunnilingus on me. It made no sense.

But there was something about it, something about this big, rough man being eager toserviceme that got me hot all over.

And he was so matter of fact about it that I wasn’t as nervous with him. His blunt, straight-forward approach appealed to the scientist in me. If he’d tried romance or seduction, I never would’ve believed it.

But this was the perfect scenario for me, a way to experience oral sex without any messy emotions clouding my brain. This would be purely physical, nothing more.

I could be brave.For science.

He arranged himself on his stomach between my legs. Large fingers reached for the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “Off,” he ordered, his dark eyes glittering in the low light.

I helped him take off the shorts, but left my panties on. He stared directly at my crotch, his lips curling into a slight smile. “Mamma mia, look at that wet spot.”

His words made me defensive. “I can’t control the amount of arousal my body produces.”

“If you think it displeases me, you could not be more wrong.” Leaning in, he pressed his nose close to the fabric and inhaled. “Mmmm,” the sound rumbled deep in his chest. “So sweet.”

More blood rushed to my center and my heart pumped madly behind my sternum. I had the sudden urge to drag my fingers through his thick brown hair, to hold him tight to my body.

Madness. Pure madness. I needed to get a grip on myself.

I started to take off my glasses. Quick as a whip, Giacomo grabbed my wrist, holding me still. “No, bambina. Leave them on.”

He was so close that his breath warmed my skin and sent goose bumps all over me. “Why?” I asked.

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