Page 60 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“Cazzata.” I took a step closer to her. Then another. I kept closing in until we were less than an arm’s length apart. One more step and her tits would brush my chest. “I can’t stop thinking about your sweet pussy. I want to rub you all over my mouth again and taste you for days.”

She wobbled slightly on her feet, and her palm flattened on my chest as if to help steady herself. “How can you say those things? You’re the bluntest person I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not the man who will give you pretty words and mixed signals. But I am the man who will let you grind your pussy on his face anytime you please.”

“Giacomo,” she breathed, and I liked the sound of my name on her lips. “What are we doing?”

I couldn’t tell her why I was insisting on doing this every day. “We’re married. Would you rather I did this with another woman?” I wouldn’t, but Emma wouldn’t know that.

“No!” Her fingers tightened in my shirt, like she was holding onto me. “But haven’t you heard of foreplay?”

I nearly laughed. “I don’t have time for candles and making out in the back seat of a car. If I want to fuck, I fuck. And right now, I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue.” I slapped her ass, hard. “Get on the bed, wife.”

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. It was clear she was wavering. I decided to give her a push.

Leaning down, I said near her ear, “After you come, I’ll jerk off and let you watch again.”

A shaky breath escaped her mouth. Without saying anything she stepped back and unbuttoned her shorts. My dick gave a twitch, my balls already pulling tight. Madre di dio, this girl. I loved nothing more than corrupting her. Convincing her to ignore all her prim and proper instincts to do what I wanted.

Her shorts fell to the ground and she kicked them off. When she started to get on the bed, I said, “Panties, too.”

She paused, but only for a second. In a quick motion she tugged her panties off, leaving her naked from the waist down. Cazzo, she was hot. Creamy skin with a hint of olive. Dark public hair covering her mound. Smooth legs. A high, tight ass.

I suddenly wanted to see all of her.

“Take off your shirt and bra.”

She flopped onto her back. “Why?”

Dai, the constant questions. I crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs. Her pussy was glistening, the swollen lips peeking out and begging for my tongue. “Because I told you to.”

“It feels weird to be naked when you’re fully clothed.”

I whipped off my t-shirt and threw it onto the ground. “Better?”

She peeled off her shirt and bra, her gaze locked on my chest the entire time. Did she like tattoos? My body was covered in them. There was a time when I spent more days around an ink gun than real guns.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

“I love your tits,” I said, angling to take one hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard, and her fingers threaded through my hair. If I didn’t have a meeting today, I would spend the next twelve hours exploring every inch of her.

Pulling back, I stretched out on my stomach between her thighs.“Lie back.”

“But don’t you want—?”

I shut her up with a long lick along her folds. Fuck, yes. That was what I wanted, her smell in my nose and in my head. I dipped my tongue lower to get more. She was tangy and sweet and so fucking wet already. Why did she pretend like she didn’t want this?

I ate her out like a man possessed. I licked and sucked, and relished every little gasp and noise she made. When I felt her getting too close, I eased off, dragging it out as long as possible. My dick was pressing against my zipper, the skin stretched so taut it hurt. I thrust my hips into the mattress, the ball of my piercing digging into the head. It was the best kind of torture.

“Oh, god. Giacomo, please.” Her hand fell onto the back of my head to hold me in place. “I can’t take any more.”

I grunted and sucked her clit into my mouth, my lips drawing on the flesh. She let out a strangled moan.

“Use a finger!” she cried. “Please. I need it.”

I could hardly believe my ears. My bold little virgin, begging for a finger in her cunt?

Still, I hesitated. Had she inserted anything in there before? I didn’t want to hurt her.

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