Page 81 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Gently, I removed her hand from my shaft. Then I bent down, lifted her up, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her out of the bathroom, but I didn’t stop at my bed. I kept going, straight into the hall.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” Her arms tightened around my neck, like she was afraid of letting go.

“My bed isn’t big enough for what I need to do to you.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

“No, bambina, it’s not. Because I’m going to fuck you in every position I know how tonight.”

She pressed her face into the side of my throat. “Should I be worried?”

“Verginella, from now on your pussy belongs to me. And one thing you should know is that I take care of my belongings.”

I kicked open her bedroom door. For once I wasn’t thinking about my father or the hideous gold decor.

I was only thinking about getting my cock deep inside this woman as quickly as possible.

After shutting the door, I carried her to the bed and set her on her feet. She didn’t move. Her eyes were bright with lust, her breathing every bit as heavy as mine. I cupped her face in my hands and stared down at her. “Are you ready to feel my dick inside you, mia piccola innocente?”

“Sì,mio grande marito.”

My big husband.

Fuck, I liked that.

Swooping down, I pressed our lips together and kissed her. I angled her head and deepened the kiss almost instantly, and she opened her mouth to accept my tongue. She was warm and wet and eager, and I didn’t hold back. I fucked her mouth with my tongue and showed her how to take it, just like she was going to take my cock in a few minutes.

When her little whimpers grew desperate, I kissed my way down her jaw and along her throat. I felt drunk on her velvety skin, as if she were a drug I was inhaling. My teeth sank into the soft juncture where her neck met her shoulder, right above her collar bone. She gasped and clutched me tighter, but I didn’t let go. I put my mark there, sucking hard and imprinting myself on her. Claiming her. I wanted this woman to feel me everywhere in the morning, let no millimeter of her skin go untouched.

“Giacomo,” she breathed, trembling against me. Then her fingers found my erection between us and she clasped me firmly. Sparks ran along the backs of my thighs.

I bent to lick her nipple, my tongue swirling over the tight bead. “Get on the bed,” I growled. “You want to fuck? Then it’s time to fuck.”

She released me and crawled onto the mattress. I tried to gather my wits as I watched her arrange herself on the bed, her legs together, arms at her side, waiting patiently. No, that wasn’t what I wanted at all.

“Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.” I fisted my cock and stroked, letting her see how much I needed her. “Show me how much that virgin pussy wants to be filled.”

She parted her thighs slowly and soon every bit of her was revealed, the perfect pink heaven I would take as my own. Madre di dio, she was beautiful. And she was mine.

I crawled between her legs and pressed my face in her sweet heat, inhaling the scent of her arousal just before I tasted it. Fuck, there was a lot of it. She was soaked, every bit as turned on as I was.

I needed her ready. She may have inserted a dildo inside before, but that was different than taking the pounding I was about to give her. So I lashed her clit with my tongue and worked her relentlessly, giving her my lips and teeth, too. She writhed beneath me, but I held her hips still in my hands and kept going, driving her higher. She needed to come at least once before I fucked her.

One finger slid inside her easily. When I gave her two, her back bowed and her thighs began shaking. The third finger sent her over the edge, her body clamping down on me as she shouted to the ceiling. I loved those sounds and how she clutched at my head to pull me closer. She might be a virgin, but she wasn’t shy. Innocent, yet naughty. And I was going to enjoy breaking her in.

First.

The thought made my dick jump and I had to take a few deep breaths to calm down. I wanted her to enjoy this, so I needed to be in complete control the entire time.

When she sagged on the bed I gave her clit a final kiss and propped up on one elbow. My fingers remained snugly inside her, though. The stretch was necessary for what came next.

Her dazed eyes searched my face. “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to beg me.”

“Because you need my consent?”

I chuckled darkly. “Bambina, I had your consent when you stripped naked in my bathroom. I want you to beg me because it gets me hard. Capisce?”

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