Page 74 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

I expected to feel another strike, but he surprised me with gentle, insistent fingers between my legs. He parted my thighs slightly and circled my entrance once. Then again. And again. He stirred and pressed a little deeper each time, a slow maddening breach of my body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I tilted my hips, silently begging for more.

He withdrew, not giving me what I craved. I huffed in frustration. “Mo, please.”

“So now it is Mo.” He slapped my butt cheek. Hard. “When you don’t want something from me, I get Giacomo. When you want something it’s Mo.”

“That’s not true.”

“Lies. When will you start telling me what is really going through your head?”

His fingers played along my folds, the pads swiping over my clit. I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Oh, right there!”

He pulled away to resume teasing my entrance. “How many fingers can this virgin pussy take, I wonder?” His thick digit pushed halfway inside, stretching me. My back bowed as pleasure arrowed through me.

“Oh, god,” I murmured.

“So tight. So hot. I could come just from watching you take me inside.”

He fumbled in his jeans and I wondered what he was doing. I shoved my hair out of my face and twisted to see him opening his phone.

“What are you doing?” He was aiming his camera at my crotch. I tried to close my legs and get away, but he held me fast. “Giacomo, no!”

“Basta, ragazzaccia. Let me take a photo of this.”

Humiliated, I quit struggling. There was no way he’d let me go. “Why?”

“Because you are beautiful. Tilt your hips higher.” I obeyed, and his finger pushed deeper inside my channel. “Look at you, sucking me in. I never want to forget this sight.”

It felt so good, like a necessary fullness. He pumped his finger a few times, then more pressure as he began to add a second. “That’s it,” he crooned. “Take another. Let me stretch you for my cock.”

I tensed up. Was he thinking we were going to have sex here? Right now? “Wait, I’m not sure—”

“Calm down, little virgin. I won’t fuck you here. But soon I will make this mine.” He worked his fingers in deeper, humming in approval as I relaxed and allowed him in.

I heard his phone thump as it landed on the desk. With his free hand he smacked both of my butt cheeks, one right after another, and I moaned, my walls clenching around his fingers. He pushed in, sawing in and out, and I could hear my wetness as he worked. Finally his hand met my skin, his fingers fully seated.

“Minchia,” he rasped. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

I hung there, panting, my body buzzing. Desperation clawed at my insides, the lust nearly unbearable. I was beyond fighting, more turned on than I imagined. The skin of my ass burned in the best way and all I wanted was for him to finish me off. “Oh, god. I’m dying. Please.”

He withdrew his fingers and I nearly cried. The protest died on my lips, though, because he began rubbing my clit in slick circles. Then his thumb slid inside my pussy. It was an overload for my senses. I clutched his leg with one hand, my body climbing higher with each quick pass. I rocked and moaned, chasing the peak just out of reach.

I felt his other hand sliding between my crack, fingers seeking until they found the tight hole there. Nerve endings fired as he brushed the sensitive skin, and I soared higher, a mindless creature of pleasure. He surrounded me, my body completely under his command.

“A virgin here, too,” he said softly. “I will be the first man to fuck your ass. Every part of you will belong to me.”

The tip of his finger pushed inside my backside—and I shattered, my body trembling atop his, the euphoria rolling over me from head to toe. I cried out and clung to him, my walls convulsing around his thumb. It was even better than the last orgasm, which I hadn’t believed possible.

When it was over I tried to catch my breath. His hands withdrew and gently helped me sit up onto his lap. I slumped against his chest, my muscles like wet noodles. I was sore everywhere, but it was the best kind of ache. Giacomo just held me, smoothing his palms over my skin and allowing me to recover.

This was nice. I liked his warmth and care, the strong arms that wrapped around me. I was usually the one looking after everyone else. It was nice to have someone do it for me for once.

But the issue of the pills hadn’t been resolved.

“Are you done punishing me?” I asked, my face buried in the rough skin of his throat.

“For now, yes.”

“So you believe me about the pills.”

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