Page 61 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“It’s okay,” she panted, clearly sensing my hesitation. “I’ve used vibrators there before.”

My cock weeped at the idea of it. Minchia, how I’d love to see her pussy stretched around a silicone dick.

I eased off her clit and slid my pinky finger through her wetness. I coated my skin to ease the way inside. Then I put the tip of my littlest finger at her entrance. “Ready?”

Emma’s eyes were glazed, wild, as she looked down at me. “Yes, please.”

I pushed in slowly, watching as tight heat enveloped my finger. Slick velvet walls pulled me inside, walls that no man had felt before. Minchia! I was going to come if I didn’t stop thinking about it.

Emma. Concentrate on Emma.

I shifted my gaze to her instead. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth slack with pleasure. “That’s it,” I crooned. “You like that fullness, no? You need to feel stretched. Don’t worry, I am going to fill you up, bambina.”

“Oh, god. I’m so close.” Her back bowed, muscles tightening. “Don’t stop.”

I kept going, gently breaching her. Even with my smallest finger, it was a tight fit. I couldn’t imagine this snug pussy squeezing my cock. I would probably die from pure bliss. I pumped my hand, sinking deeper each time, until my pinky was fully seated. “There you go. You like that, no?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” She thrashed her head on the pillow, her fingers gripping the gold bedspread as her hips rocked into my hand. It was like she was fucking herself with my littlest finger.

“You are so fucking hot. Keep going. Work that needy pussy on my hand. Make yourself come.”

“No, I need clitoral stimulation, too. Please.”

I hadn’t expected a virgin to be so confident and demanding in bed, but Emma continued to surprise me.

“You get what I give you when I give it.” I slid my finger out of her and started to get up. “And you need to learn to follow directions.”

“No!” Leaning forward, she grabbed me. “Don’t go. Please.”

I propped myself on my elbows, my face near her pussy but not giving her any stimulation. “Will you try to escape me again?”

She blinked and some of the lust cleared from her expression. “I wasn’t trying to escape.”

“You ditched your guard.” I bent and gently nipped her clit with my teeth. She arched and moaned. “You could’ve been killed.”

“But I wasn’t!”

I kissed the edges of her folds, avoiding where she wanted me most. “Who were you trying to call, Emma?”

“Oh, you’re a stronzo.”

“Now, that isn’t very nice.” I teased her entrance with my finger. “Tell me who and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I can give myself what I need.”

She reached between her legs, but I was faster. I caught her wrist just before she could stroke her clit. “I’ll keep you here all day, edging you, until you tell me what I want to know.”

“Eventually I’ll orgasm without stimulation.”

“I’ll make sure you don’t.”

She bucked her hips. “Get off me. We’re done.”

“Not even close, mia moglie innocente.” I blew directly on her clit. “Tell me who you need to call.”

“Oh, god.” Her voice was small and miserable. “Please.”

“I’ll let you come, if you do. It will be the best orgasm of your life.” I kissed the inside of her thigh and pressed the very tip of my pinky inside her pussy, teasing her. “Just tell me who.”

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