Page 70 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Emma bent her head and flicked her tongue against the jewelry.

Pleasure arrowed through my shaft and down through my balls, and I hissed. “You ready to taste cock,verginella?”

She looked up at me with hooded, glazed eyes. “Little virgin?”

“Stop talking and suck me.” I grabbed the base of my shaft and angled the head of my dick toward her mouth. “Let me be the first man inside those pretty lips.”

Without breaking our stare she widened her mouth and lowered herself onto the crown. Heat surrounded me first, then I felt the warm, wet slide of her tongue as she closed her lips around me. “Minchia,” I whispered. “That’s it.”

She hummed—and the sound reverberated through the metal. Waves of pleasure rolled through me. I would come too soon if she kept that up.

“Lick,” I told her. “Let me see it.”

She released me but kept me in her tight grip. Then she began giving my cock soft licks and little flicks of her tongue. She played with the ball of the piercing on each side. It was like she was exploring with her mouth, and the innocent journey was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.

Then she moved lower, toward the base. She pressed my dick into my stomach so she could lick around the thickest part of my shaft.

And she kept going.

Her sweet tongue bathed my balls and it felt as though I’d died and gone to heaven. Most women didn’t like balls. I didn’t understand it, but I knew better than to argue. So they were usually left out during sex, ignored and lonely.

But Emma wasn’t shying away from them in the least. She nuzzled and licked them eagerly . . . and suddenly, I worried that I might not be in control of this situation any longer.

“Do you like it? What do I taste like?” I whispered, smoothing her hair away from her face.

“Salt and hot skin. Soft.” Another lick. “I like it. I especially like seeing your reaction.”

“Oh? What am I doing?”

“Your eyes are dilated and you’re breathing hard. I can see your carotid artery pulsing on the side of your neck. The involuntary twitching of your leg muscles. It’s quite fascinating.”

She was using me as a science experiment. I was both annoyed and aroused by the idea. But right now I wanted her to be an equal in this. I didn’t want to suffer alone.

I helped her to her feet. “Take off your shorts and climb onto my lap. Now.”

“But I wanted to—”

“Later.” I popped the button on her shorts and let them fall down her legs. I left her silk panties on. “Right now I want you to grind your clit on my piercing. Come on, bambina.”

I helped her straddle my lap, one of her knees on either side of me. Her ass, so perfectly round and tight, filled my palms.

“There isn’t enough room for us in this chair,” she complained as I settled us more comfortably.

Wrong. We had enough room for what we were going to do. “Start grinding. You’re going to love it, te lo prometto.”

Using my hands, I brought her hips down and rocked her sex over my dick. I knew the instant the ball on the end of the piercing hit her clit because her eyes went big. “Oh!”

“I told you. Keep going. Rub your pussy on my dick and make us both feel good.”

She put her hands on my shoulders. “It doesn’t hurt you?”

“No, but even if it did I would suffer the pain to make you come.”

“That’s . . . weirdly sweet.” She stared down at where we were pressed together. “Like this?” Her hips snapped forward.

“Slow.” I showed her how to move. “Feel how hard I am for you? Now build up a rhythm and use me to get yourself off.”

She sucked in a breath when the metal found the right spot. “God, that is so intense.”

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