Page 71 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

I hummed in agreement and lifted her shirt off. She didn’t protest, her eyes closed as she concentrated on her movements. Her hard nipples poked through the light blue lace of her bra and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them.

When I tried to unhook her bra, she moved my hands away. “Leave it on.”

“Why?”

“What if someone walks in?”

This wasn’t about being caught. No one would dare come into my office unannounced. “Let me see your tits, Emma.”

I smoothed my hands up her back and unfastened the bra. After I tossed the lace onto the floor, I bent her back so that I could reach her with my mouth. I licked the hard tip of her breast, teasing her, before drawing her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh,” she breathed, like the pleasure surprised her. “Oh, wow. That’s amazing.”

She threaded her fingers through my hair, holding on as her hips rocked more forcefully. I sucked with my mouth and lashed with my tongue, not letting up as the sounds coming from her mouth increased in volume. Eventually I switched to her other tit. She dug her nails into my skull, and the sting of pain made my balls tighten. Fuck, I could come at any second.

She needed to hurry up. I wanted to watch her come on my dick, even if I wasn’t inside her. Yet.

Releasing her breast, I sat back. “Emma, you have to—”

In a blink she smashed her mouth against mine, kissing me, and I paused for a beat. I hadn’t expected this, even though that was foolish. Most of the women I slept with weren’t interested in kissing on the mouth, but Emma surprised me again and again. Her glasses were pressed into the bridge of my nose, but she didn’t seem to mind, her lips working mine with an exuberant lack of finesse.

I grabbed the sides of her face. “Wait.”

“Oh, sorry.” She didn’t meet my eyes. “I got caught up in the moment. I should’ve checked with you first.”

As she talked, I removed her glasses and set them on the desk. Then I cupped the back of her neck and brought her closer. “Now fucking kiss me and make yourself come, bambina.”

Slowly, she edged forward and gently sealed her lips to mine. I let her explore for a few seconds before I took over, angling her head so I could kiss her properly. I slid my lips over hers again and again. I told myself to go slow, but she was so sweet. So eager. Soon it wasn’t enough.

I slipped my tongue in her mouth and she welcomed me, dragging her tongue against mine. Her hips moved quicker now, chasing, and I kept fucking her mouth with my tongue. I devoured her, kissing her again and again. It had been so long since I made out with a woman like this, with such desperation and aggression. Emma gave it right back to me, though. Shewasn’ta shy innocent, not when it came to this.

Cazzo, I liked that.

When she wobbled on my lap, losing her rhythm, I took her ass in my hands and helped her keep stroking herself on my dick. I broke off from her mouth, placing my lips near her ear as we both panted. “My dick is what you need, no? Are you curious what it will feel like inside your pussy? I will make you so full.”

“Oh, god,” she whispered.

“I know you are dying to find out. What about my piercing? What will it feel like against your g-spot?”

“Giacomo.” Her voice was a whine, a plea. A prayer.

“You’re a dirty girl, no? I can tell that you want your husband to fuck your virgin pussy. Soon, Emma. So very soon. I am going to be your first and your last, mia piccola innocente.”

She threw her head back as her muscles locked into place. Her body spasmed right there in my hands, a blissful expression overtaking her, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful, so humbling in my life.

Mine. This woman was mine to control, to fuck. No one else’s.

I let go then, and the orgasm crashed into me like a train. Every part of me jerked, my dick pulsing as I shot my load between our bodies. She kept moving, her hot pussy sliding and grinding, until I was lightheaded with pleasure, my balls empty.

Minchia, that was fucking fantastic.

The skin quickly grew too sensitive, so I held her hips to keep her still. She collapsed onto me, her small body heaving with the force of her breaths, and I could feel her soaked panties on my stomach.

We sat there, time stretching as I rubbed the smooth skin of her back with my rough fingertips. She rested her head on the curve of my neck and curled into me like a cat. My mind emptied. There was nothing and no one that mattered right now, only this. I had no desire to move, no desire to do anything at all but hold her.

But awareness eventually returned, and with it my responsibilities. I was the boss. I had to protect my family and my business. Becoming starry-eyed over a woman was foolish, a sure way to lose everything.

“Did you stop taking your pills?” I asked.

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