Page 76 of Mafia Darling

He kept going and the pinch I experienced when he bottomed out was not faked. Fausto was a lot to take. I loved it, though. My man was not easy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ow.” I tried to shove him off me. “It hurts.”

“No, just relax.” He leaned down and kissed me, though I tried to resist. Undeterred, he held my jaw and kept at it until I began kissing him back, my body softening beneath him. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured. “Va bene, no?”

I nodded and put my hands on his shoulders. “It’s a little better.”

“I am going to move now. Let me fuck you and show you how good it will feel.” He flexed his hips, withdrawing slightly before returning, the thick length dragging over my sensitive walls.

“Oh,” I said, making my eyes round. “I liked that. Will you do it again?”

“Madre di Dio!” he hissed, his eyelids slamming shut as if he were in pain. “Fuck, Francesca.”

I loved driving him wild like this. Could I make him lose his self control and ride me like an animal in the dirt? “Please, Signore Ravazzani. Don’t stop. I’ll be good. Let me feel it just once more.”

That did it.

With a growl, he began pounding into me, thrusting with his powerful body, planting himself inside me like he was trying to imprint on my soul. His clothes were rough against my skin and I held him close, my legs wrapped around his hips. The game was lost in the frenzy, and it became the two of us working, straining in the darkness, with grunts and sighs carried away on the salty breeze. I tasted his skin, his lips, writhing beneath him as he pinned me down and called me filthy and dirty, his little slut—all the names I pretended to hate but secretly loved.

And when he whispered that he was going to fill me up with his seed and get me pregnant with his child, I came so hard I nearly blacked out. My back arched as I trembled, my walls convulsing around his cock, and then he was coming too, thick pulses that sent warm jets into my body. He threw his head back and shouted, his body sealed tight to mine like he never wanted to leave. Like he didn’t want to waste a single drop, like all his come needed to stay inside my pussy.

Finally, he pulled out and pushed onto his knees. Chest heaving, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “I am too fucking old for this. You are going to kill me.”

I laughed and ran my bare foot up his thigh, onto his chest. “You love me.”

His expression softened as he captured my leg and held me close. “I do. Ti amo, mia bella moglie.”

“Same, paparino. Did you like your wedding night?”

He yanked up his briefs and trousers and stretched out beside me. His hand came to rest on my abdomen. “I did, very much. I guess it will never be boring with you, at least.”

I leaned up to press a quick kiss to his mouth. “I will always be your dirty mantenuta.”

“You liked it when I said I was going to fill you up and give you a baby.”

Fuck yes, I had. “You liked it when I acted like your little virgin wife, seeing a cock for the first time.”

He cupped my breast and squeezed gently. “I never believed this would turn me on so much, especially as I have fucked a virgin wife before and it was nothing like this.”

“What was it like that first time with Lucia?”

He frowned. “I don’t like discussing her. It feels disrespectful.”

“Why? You aren’t going to trash her, are you?”

He made a face that showed exactly what he thought of my youthful slang. “I don’t like speaking ill of the dead.”

“Afraid you’ll go to hell, il Diavolo?” That earned me a sharp pinch to my nipple. “Fuck, Fausto!”

“That is for your smart mouth, monella.”

The pain spread throughout my body, followed by a rush of endorphins that made my clit pound. “I like that,” I murmured.

“I can tell.” He did it again. “I will buy you nipple clamps. Do you know what they are?”

“Everyone knows what nipple clamps are,” I told him dryly. “You know I have access to the internet, right?”

He pinched me harder this time and I yelped. Heat radiated behind the pain when he let go. “Stop turning me on,” I told him, slapping at his hand. “I want to hear about your first wedding night.”

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