Page 62 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Her lids were closed tightly and a sheen of sweat coated her skin. “Shit. Damn it.”

“I love hearing those words from your lips,sporcacciona.” Dirty girl.

“You’re the worst. I hate you.”

I lightly kissed her clit and rimmed her entrance with my pinky. She rocked her hips, but I moved away. “No, you don’t. I’m your husband, the first man to make you come with his mouth. Soon I will be the first man to fuck you and make you come on his dick.”

She panted and covered her face with her hands. “Jesus, will you stop talking already?”

I licked her again, more forcefully this time. I needed to keep her desperate, on the precipice of orgasm, to get what I wanted. I pushed my pinky inside her pussy and sucked on her clit.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her muscles locking.

Then I stopped.

“No! God, you jerk!”

“Tell me.” I drew her clit into my mouth then let go. “Tell me, Emma.” I wiggled my finger inside her, but it wasn’t enough to give her proper stimulation. “Say it. Tell me who you were trying to call.”

“My uncle!” she shouted. “I was trying to call my uncle.”

I didn’t waste any time. I shoved my finger in deep and lashed her clit with my tongue, back and forth, back and forth. Her walls clamped down on me and her clit swelled. Then she screamed, her fingers tearing at my hair as her hips rocked furiously.

I helped her ride it out, but lost control in the process. My own orgasm rushed up from my toes and tingles raced all over my body. My balls drew up as come shot out of my dick in strong pulses. I groaned into her flesh, humping the mattress, as the hot jets coated the inside of my jeans.

Minchia! I hadn’t done that since I was a teenager.

When she finally quieted, I flopped onto my back and tried to catch my breath. I needed to shower and change, but my limbs weren’t functional just yet.

“Don’t you need to . . .?”

Her hesitant question made me wince. “No. I came already.”

“You did? But you were going to let me watch.”

I opened one eye to peer at her. “Emma, I didn’t come on purpose. It just happened.”

“Oh.” She looked at the front of my jeans. “I think that’s normal. Because of the friction.”

Mamma mia. I drew a hand down my face. “I’m aware how my dick works, but yes. That happens sometimes.”

“Can I touch it?”

Both my eyes flew open this time. “My dick?”

She rose up on one elbow. “Your piercing.”

Only Emma would be more curious about a bar of steel than my actual cock. I nodded, stood up, and stripped off my jeans and briefs. She scooted closer, her bare legs folding under her as she sat. Carefully, she lifted my dick in her palm and brought the tip closer to her face. With her other hand, she touched the metal ball at one end of my piercing and moved it around. “I can’t believe this didn’t hurt.”

Dio, her small hand on my dick, playing with my piercing? Fuck, that was nice. “I never said it didn’t hurt. I said I’ve endured worse.”

“What gauge is this?”

Someone had done her research. “Six.”

She studied the underside and moved the metal around there. “You’re uncircumcised, so how does your foreskin impact the piercing?”

“It doesn’t. My foreskin isn’t tight and it rolls into place like normal.”

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