Page 95 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I can’t . . .” His cock sawed in and out of me, his movements growing frantic. “Cazzo, I need to . . . Madre di dio!”

He swelled inside me and his muscles clenched, his entire body going stiff. He pressed his face into my throat, like he was trying to burrow under my skin. I could feel him pulsing, coming, pouring himself into me. I held on, loving that I could make this strong and powerful man lose his control.

He slumped forward, his chest heaving like he’d run a race, but only for a few seconds. Then he began sliding back and forth inside me again, slowly, like he was testing the feeling. “I’ve never come inside a woman before,” he murmured into my ear. “We are so slick together, a beautiful mess. Do you like it, bambina?”

I didn’t know about the mess part, but I was really liking the way his piercing dragged across my g-spot. “Mmmm,” I hummed. “Keep going.”

“I will make you come, do not worry. I just want to feel the two of us around my cock for a little longer. Can you tell how much I gave you? It was liters, mia piccola moglie.”

He was still mostly hard, the orgasm not really slowing him down in the least. I dragged my nails over his shoulders and up into his hair. He trembled under my touch, and I knew he wasn’t immune to what was happening between us. He got off on the idea of it, too. Emboldened, I whispered, “I need every drop. Per favore, mia grande marito.”

Hissing, he snapped his hips forward. I moaned loudly, which mixed with his shout of, “Minchia!”

He withdrew suddenly and crawled down between my legs. “I need to see it,” he said as he settled between my thighs. “Then I’m going to taste it.”

My clit throbbed at his filthy words, knowing exactly what he meant. He was so dirty, so raw, and it somehow flipped a switch inside me to turn me on like nothing else.

With his thumbs, he spread apart my labia and inspected me. “You are swollen and red. Fuck, that is hot.” He bent and sucked my clit into his mouth. It was like he jolted me with electricity. I nearly levitated off the bed, the pleasure was so intense.

“My greedy wife,” he crooned and kissed my clit gently, almost romantically. “She needs my tongue so badly.”

“Yes, I do,” I panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”

He hummed in the back of his throat and moved lower. “Look at this pussy.Bedda matri!I can see my come dripping out of it. You are drenched with me.” He slid one finger, then another into my opening. “I want to push it all back inside you. Maybe I will buy a plug for you, so I can keep all my come inside this beautiful cunt.”

The idea of walking around with a plug in my vagina, just to keep his come in there . . . I contracted around his fingers, my body squeezing reflexively.

“Oh, she likes that,” he whispered darkly. “My woman likes that a lot.”

Growling, he withdrew his fingers slowly. I wasn’t ready for him to stop, so I grabbed his arm. “No, not yet. Please!”

“Calm down, ragazzaccio. I want to take a photo. Then I’ll make you come.”

He eased off the bed and walked over to his jeans. I couldn’t help but watch his ass flex as he bent to find his phone. When he turned, I was mesmerized by the sight of his cock, hanging thickly between his legs, the shaft glistening with my juices, the piercing decorating his skin. How did he get anything done with something so magnificent to play with attached to his body? I bet every woman he’d ever slept with still fingered herself to the memories of him.

He climbed onto the mattress and unlocked his phone. “Spread, Emma. Now shift to the right so the light can catch all my come seeping out of your hole.”

My mouth dried out, arousal spiking in my blood, and I did as he directed. He pressed the button, taking photos, but I didn’t complain. I didn’t even care if he captured my face in the shot, I was so out of my head with lust.

“Look.” He held the phone up to my eyes. “Look at how fucking hot we are together.”

I saw my entrance, wet with the two of us, and I had to admit that it was sexy. It was like we were made to fit together, and the result was our juices mixed on my skin. But I’d been wondering over the last few days if this was something he did all the time. “Do you have lots of photos of naked women on your phone?”

Dark eyes cut to mine sharply. “I only have photos of one naked woman on my phone—my innocent wife. Mia verginella.”

“Really?”

He held out his phone for me to take. “Would you like to see for yourself?”

“No, I believe you. You tell the truth, even when people don’t want to hear it.”

He tossed his phone onto the floor. “That’s right, Emma. For better or worse you are stuck with my honesty.”

A reminder that we had taken vows. He was my husband at the moment, and we were going to have a child together.

It was like he didn’t want to give me the chance to obsess over this thought, because he leaned forward and licked my entrance, swiping up the two of us with his tongue. “Cazzo, that’s nice. Your pussy tastes even better with my come on it.”

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