Page 32 of Dark Mafia Heir

The taste of Vivienne on the tip of my tongue is divine. She’s delicious in an intoxicating way, and I can’t get enough of her.

Her nails dig into my flesh, and her legs curl around me. She pushes herself up against me, buckling her hips and spreading her legs wider. Her moans are soft and sensual, and my dick twitches almost painfully to every sound that she makes.

Sliding my tongue out of her and gliding it over her clitoris, I push a finger inside her and watch in amusement as her face contorts with pleasure.

She’s enjoying this, and it fills me with a sort of satisfaction I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt this anxious about pleasuring a woman, never been this desperate to make any woman enjoy my touch before now.

But it’s different with Vivienne. I’d be satisfied just watching the sheer pleasure tearing up her emerald eyes.

She jerks forward when I push up another finger inside her and curl it up to her G-spot. Her jaw falls open, and she gasps for air—for my name. “Antonio.”

“Who does this pussy belong to?” I ask, peering into her eyes.

Those beautiful emerald, green globes bore into mine with the intensity of wildfire. “It’s…” Her chest heaves, her nipples hardening even more. “It’s yours.”

“Good girl,” I purr, drowning in the taste of her. I’m fucking high and thirsty to stretch her out with my cock. “Whose body is this?”

“Yours,” she whispers under her breath.

“I want to hear you say my name,gattina. Who do you belong to?”

“You… Antonio.” She lets out a cry of pleasure as I press my tongue firmly on her clitoris and start to pump her with my fingers. She’s fucking wet. “I belong to Antonio Mancini.”

I groan at the way she calls my name, like it’s a blend of whiskey and sin. I want to hear her scream my name when I break into her and fuck her like the world is about to end. “Flaunt what belongs to me like that again, and I’ll kill every man that looks your way, Vivienne.”

Her moans grow more desperate. “I won’t. I think I’m… I’m coming to come.”

“Come for me, baby.” I pull out my fingers and thrust them inside her again while my tongue dances aggressively with her sensitive organ. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

She cries out as her orgasm sears through her. Her grip on my hair tightens, and I throw my arms around her to keep her steady as she starts to jerk.

I lick off her orgasm before I raise myself to my feet and carry her to the bed. Pulling my pants down, I crawl on top of her and kiss her ravenously, feeding her the taste of her juices.

She snakes her arms around me and kisses me harder.

Her teeth gently nibble at my bottom lip, and I groan into the kiss. Her taste still lingers on my tongue, and I want more. I want to feel her under me, around me. I want to possess every inch of her body.

Lifting myself up slightly, I position myself at the entrance of her wet, eager pussy.

She looks up at me with eyes burning with desire and a hint of fear, as if she's not entirely sure what's about to happen.

But I don't give her time to think too hard about it - with one swift motion, I thrust myself inside her, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I stop moving to look at her. “Does it hurt too much?”

She opens her eyes. The tears in them make me want to freeze. The thought of causing her pain is somehow unbearable. It’s something I’ve never felt before now. “It does, but don’t stop. Please don’t.”

I lean in and start to kiss her again, and then I push inside her with one powerful thrust.

She screams, breaking our kiss as tears run down her cheeks. She looks so vulnerable and in pain, and it completely breaks a part of me. I would stop if she wanted me to, but she held me tighter, urging me to go on.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I pepper kisses down her neck and chest.

She shakes her head. “It hurts, but I’m enjoying it too. I want it. Don’t slow down.”

Her eyes lock with mine, her emerald gaze filled with a hunger that matches my own. I thrust deeper, matching the rhythm of our breaths and the sounds of our flesh slapping together.

After a moment, her moans are filled with nothing but pleasure.

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