Page 82 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“You’re already hard.”

“I can always be harder. And there is nothing sexier than a woman begging to be fucked.” I bent to suck her swollen clit into my mouth, nearly smiling at the loud moan she gave. I released her with a slick pop. “So beg me to pop your cherry, wife. Beg me to give you your first cock.”

“Please, Giacomo.”

It was enough. I pushed up to my knees and looked down at where my fingers stretched her opening. She was so tight around me, so hot. I couldn’t wait to feel her pussy strangling my dick.

Withdrawing my fingers, I reached for the drawer by the bed. She was wet, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt her, so I found the plastic bottle of lube I stashed there. I drizzled some of the liquid onto my shaft and rubbed it in, coating myself.

“I like to watch you do that,” she whispered, her feverish gaze watching my hand.

“Yeah? You can watch me jerk off anytime.” I gave my cock another stroke and then positioned myself between her legs. “But right now I’m too close to coming. Spread.”

She parted her thighs and I grabbed the base of my dick. I placed the tip at her entrance, my eyes locked on her pussy as I slowly pushed inside. Her flesh parted in welcome, and I watched as she sucked me in, every centimeter disappearing into her body. Heat scalded my flesh, and it was the first time I’d ever been in a woman without a condom on. Fuck, that was intense.

It was so tight, with the walls squeezing the head around my piercing. My hips twitched and I sank deeper, causing her to gasp. “Oh, god!”

“Tell me, innocente. Tell me what I feel like inside you.”

“Thick. Hot.” She panted in short little bursts. “It’s different from the toys. Better. I can feel the metal of your piercing.”

My little scientist. She had her eyes closed, no doubt cataloguing all the sensations during her first fucking. But I wanted her feeling, not thinking right now. After making sure my thumb was slick, I began using it on her clit, making small circles. Emma’s fingers fisted in the covers, her face slackening in bliss.

“That’s it,” I crooned as I kept up my slow invasion. “Take my cock, bambina. It’s going to make you feel so good.”

Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. “Is it all the way in?”

I glanced down. We were halfway there. I gritted my teeth against the urge to come. “Not yet. Just relax.”

She threw her head back. “It’s so much pressure.”

I lowered myself on top of her, keeping my weight on my elbows, my mouth at her ear. “You can take it. You were made for me and only me.” I thrust once, giving her more. “I will be the first and the last man inside this pussy, Emma Buscetta.”

Her arms wrapped around me and her fingernails dug into my back. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I do. You belong to me, mia piccola moglie.”

She was squirming, her hips rocking against mine. “No one person . . . belongs to . . . anyone else.”

My hips snapped forward, and I filled her completely in one thrust.Fuck.Pleasure shot up my spine and rolled down through my balls. I groaned into the soft skin of her throat. “Cazzata. You are mine until you draw your last breath on this earth, little girl.”

“Holy . . . hell,” she breathed. “Oh, god. It’s . . . just wow.”

“And you haven’t even felt the best part.” Coming up on my hands, I withdrew slightly, then rammed home again. She jolted, her eyelids flying open. I could see the surprise there, the realization that no toy could feel like I could. That even her scientific imaginings couldn’t live up to reality.

“The piercing,” she whispered. “It hits . . . .”

I gave her another taste, another sample to draw from. “Yes? Where does it hit?”

“My g-spot. It’s so intense. Why didn’t you warn me?”

Her eyes were glassy, her skin flushed. She was so fucking beautiful. “Because then I wouldn’t have seen this look on your face.” I bent to kiss her quickly. “Now hold on while I make you come on my cock.”

I started thrusting then, short punches of my hips to keep as much stimulation on her g-spot as possible. I didn’t usually think about my piercing this much during sex, because I fucked experienced women. But Emma wasn’t experienced and she was my wife. I wanted her to love getting fucked by my dick as much as I loved fucking her.

Sweat built between us, the heat suffocating. Her cries grew louder, her muscles tensing, and I kept at it. The pressure in my groin was nearly unbearable and the urge to come burned under my skin like an inferno. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

The bed rocked and the godawful headboard smacked against the wall with the force of my thrusts. “Fuck, bambina,” I growled. “I need to come. I have so much stored up in my balls for you. I haven’t jerked off indays, just to save it. You’re going to take all of it like a good girl, no?”

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