Page 62 of Mafia Darling

Her hair swung forward to frame her face but her eyes remained on me the entire time. Anticipation buzzed under my skin, my balls growing heavy, while I dug deep for patience and waited. The ring glinted on her finger as she moved, and I loved seeing the sign of my ownership on her. I would rip apart any man who dared to touch her, destroy anyone who caused her a moment’s pain.

When she reached my feet, she sat back and looked up at me. Waited.

A smile curved my lips as I stroked the top of her head. “Ti amo, dolcezza. What a good girl you are.” I reached for my belt, flicked it open, then unfastened my trousers. She didn’t move, but her lips parted with the force of her breaths, and my freed erection bounced between us, the head aimed directly at her mouth. “You know what I want, no?”

She licked her lips and nodded, her attention never leaving my cock.

“Then begin,” I told her, not moving to help.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she shuffled forward on her knees, edging closer, a little huff of frustration escaping her lips as she adjusted. Then the tip of her tongue emerged and dug into my slit, lapping at the drop of moisture there, and I hissed. Cristo, my greedy girl.

She licked the swollen head, her tongue flicking the underside, and a streak of pleasure raced down my legs. I locked my knees together to keep still as she pressed kisses down along the shaft reverently, like she had missed it. I hoped that was true because my cock definitely had missed her mouth—and her throat. It was time to reacquaint myself with both.

“Open,” I growled. “Take me deep.”

She twisted to get in better position, chasing my dick with her mouth. I liked to see her struggle to suck me without the use of her hands. With her hands behind her back, she angled her body, which thrust her tits out, their weight bobbing as she shifted. I didn’t help her, either. I got off on degrading her, and Francesca got off on being degraded. It was why we worked so well together. I bet her pussy was dripping right now.

She finally got the head in her mouth and the tight heat made me grunt with satisfaction. “More,” I barked.

Her jaw widened and she pressed forward, letting me slide along her tongue. When I hit the top of her throat, she paused. My fingers itched to take the back of her head and shove my way inside, but I let her do this. She knew what I wanted, and I needed to see how far she would go to give it to me.

She widened her thighs, changing the angle, and relaxed her throat muscles enough for me to slip in. “That’s it,” I crooned. “I will let you breathe in a moment. Eyes on me, baby.”

Her wide, almost panicked gaze met mine and I saw the fear and determination. It made my dick pulse, and I gave a short thrust of my hips to tunnel deeper. We worked together for a few seconds until I was fully inside, exactly where I wanted to stay. “Relax,” I instructed. “Don’t pull off.”

Tears gathered and spilled over her lashes, the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. My cock filled her mouth and throat, her lips pressed to the patch of hair at the base. “Swallow, Francesca.” Her throat muscles worked, squeezing me, and I gasped. “Va bene,” I said, pulling back so she could take in air. After a few seconds, I lifted a brow in question, asking silently if she was ready, and she nodded once.

This time I didn’t wait, unable to keep from grasping her head and ramming my cock in her throat. When I was as deep as I could go, I held there, loving the way she looked on her knees, suffering to make me happy. I could feel the orgasm building, my balls growing tight and heavy, the need to empty my seed in her mouth. She must have seen it on my face because she swallowed twice, then again, trying to force my come from my body, and the idea of it was so hot that I began roughly fucking her mouth. Every third or fourth stroke went in her throat, and I was like a man possessed. It was so much better than I remembered, her sweet tongue rubbing the underside while her lips pulled to give me suction. Like she couldn’t wait to drink me down.

That wasn’t what I wanted right now, though.

“I am going to shoot all over your face,” I panted. “All over your tits.”

She moaned in her throat as if she liked the idea, and the sound vibrated along my shaft. The thin threads of my self-control snapped and my balls sizzled with the impending orgasm. Pulling out of her mouth, I fisted my cock as thick jets erupted in pulses, and I coated her mouth and chin, then the creamy mounds of her breasts. She sat patiently, taking it, letting me paint her with my release, and I snarled in satisfaction, wishing I could drown her in my come.

When I finished it dripped off her chin and onto the floor, running down the mounds of her tits. “Cazzo,” I said, slumping against the door. “I wish I could keep you like this. Just like this, my wicked girl. At my feet, covered in my come.”

Grinning, she licked her lips, tasting the thick mess. “Yum.”

With a snarl, I lifted her to her feet and slammed my mouth against hers. I couldn’t wait to clean her up first. Instead, I smeared the fluid into her tits as I kissed her, the salty flavor on her lips only reminding me of how fucking hot she’d looked on the floor a moment ago. Mine. My lover, my toy. My entire life.

Holding her jaw in both hands, I broke off and pressed my forehead to hers. “You alone have the power to destroy me. I am nothing without you, absolutely nothing. And I will never, ever let you go.”

Her hands wrapped around my wrists. “Good, because you’ve ruined me, il Diavolo. Absolutely ruined me, so there’s no getting rid of me now. Which means you and I are going to rule the motherfucking world together.”

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Francesca

Fausto stepped back, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction as they raked my naked body, now coated in his come. He pushed his trousers off his hips, then toed out of his shoes. “Do you want to clean up before I fuck you, dirty girl?”

“No, paparino.”

I didn’t. I liked the sticky, sweaty mess of the two of us together, and I knew he got off on it, too.

“Dio, you are gorgeous,” he rasped as he pinched one of my nipples. “I want to mark you and bite you, make sure everyone knows you are mine.”

I held up the large ring on my finger. “More yours than this?”

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