Page 75 of Mafia Darling

Francesca

Fausto swallowed audibly, then said, “Turn around.”

I presented him with my back, and he wasted no time before taking the two panels of the dress and pulling hard. Buttons flew to the ground as the expensive silk parted like gauze. He pushed the fabric off my shoulders, down over my hips, and let it fall to my feet. I stood bare in the moonlight.

He hissed through his teeth. “Naked beneath your gown. Sei la mia puttanella, no?”

Even a thong left panty lines, so I’d gone commando all night. “No, I’m a good girl,” I said, covering my breasts with one hand and my mound with the other.

He pushed his hips against my ass and let me feel the erection through his trousers. “You might be a good girl now, but you will soon be a dirty, filthy girl for me.” He knocked my hands out of the way and walked around to my front. “No, don’t hide yourself. Let me see you.”

I slowly let my hands fall and his eyes raked over me, inspecting me. He dragged a fingertip over the peak of my breast and I arched toward him, unable to help myself. The corners of his mouth curled upward. “See? You are eager for it. A dirty girl who wants to get fucked.”

My mouth was dry with wanting, but I said, “No, I’m not dirty. I saved myself.”

His fingers trailed down my stomach, over my mostly bare mound, and into my slit. He hummed in his throat. “Allora . . . just as I thought. Dripping for me. Get on the blanket, piccolina. Let’s fill that needy pussy with its first cock.”

Jesus, okay. He was going to make me come with his words alone. When Fausto decided to play with me, he drove the game to better places, heights I never could imagine.

My body on fire, I stepped on the blanket and laid down. He was still fully dressed, his tailored black suit absolute perfection, and I ran my eyes over him greedily. I had been admiring him all night, his white shirt showing off the olive skin of his throat, the black tie hanging down his powerful chest and flat stomach. And he was mine.

While staring at my pussy, he shucked his suit coat and unbuckled his belt. The outline of his cock was evident in his trousers, proof of how much he liked what we were doing. I pulled my legs together, shielding myself.

He growled. “Widen them. Let me see what belongs to me.” I tentatively spread my thighs, but not enough for his liking. “More. Show me where you need me.”

When I was fully open, he unfastened his trousers and lowered the zipper. Then he reached inside his briefs and took out his dick, now harder than I’d ever seen it. The size of it was fucking impressive and my intake of breath was one hundred percent real.

“No, it’s too big,” I whined. “You’re going to rip me in half.”

He gave himself a rough stroke. “You can take me. You’re going to take all of me and love every second of it.”

Dropping to his knees, he settled between my thighs, spreading me wider to make room for him. I kept my hands at my side, a sacrifice for his pleasure. “That’s it,” he praised, sliding his palms over my skin toward my hips. “Relax, my sweet girl, and let your paparino take care of you.”

Then he switched to Italian and said things not covered in any translator app, while strumming his thumb over my clit. It was obscene how wet I was now, my body aching everywhere as the tension built inside me. “Please,” I breathed, forgetting what we were doing.

His face was taut and flushed, eyes wild, as he reached to line himself up at my entrance. His trousers and briefs rested around his hips, his shirt and tie still on, and I had never wanted him more. I tensed, clenching my pussy to give resistance as he worked the head inside. “Relax,” he crooned. “Let me in. It’s going to feel so good.”

“Okay, signore. I’ll try.” I gave a little huff of air and squirmed as he slid in a bit more. “Is it in yet?”

“No, baby. Just a little bit more. I’m going to need to thrust soon, though. You’re so tight.”

“Will I really be yours after it’s done?”

His hips jerked, sending him deeper, and we both gasped. “Sì, you will be mine. Sempre.”

Forever.

“It feels strange,” I said, putting a good amount of wonder in my voice. “Way down deep inside me.”

“That is my cock, saying hello to your pussy. We are going to make each other very happy in a moment.”

Inch by inch he stretched me, the invasion so slow, just as if I were still innocent. He was being careful with me and it played into the fantasy, making me hot. I was naked on the ground, and everything around us—including me—belonged to him, and I could think of no better place to spend our wedding night than out in the dirt of his ancestors.

“Yes,” he said, “that is nice, you squeezing me so tight. Do you like the way I feel inside you?”

“I don’t know yet. I feel so full.”

He watched where our bodies were becoming joined. “Look at your beautiful pussy, so wet and ready, sucking me in. Take all of me, like a good girl. I’m going to make this so perfect for you, dolcezza.”

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