Page 40 of Seduced By the Mafia Don

There’s no sign of that when I drop her on the bed. She moans and claws at my shirt, pulling me on top of her. I climb atop her, kissing her again.

Our desire doesn’t care if we’re strangers, if she has every reason to hate me, fear me, because of what I am. She moans as I grind my manhood against her neediness through our clothes. She grips my shirt, pulls it up.

I lift my arms, and she pulls it over my head, then slides her hands all over my body. I take her shirt and tug on it. Buttons go flying. She half laughs, half moans.

Pulling her shirt off, I unclip her bra and free her curvaceous mounds. I caress them greedily, then suck one of her nipples, eliciting a ball-tingling moan from her. Massaging her breasts with one hand, I slip my other down her body, unbutton her jeans, and slide my hand inside her underwear.

“Oh, oh.”

Her lust-filled whimpers drive me wild as I find her wetness.

I slide my hand over her slickness, rubbing her folds and her clit, my head growing light with how soaked she already is. She can lie to me, to herself, but her body tells no tall tales. I move down toward her heat, gently smoothing my finger around it.

Kissing her breast, I move to her neck, then find her lips again.

“I’m getting your perfect body ready for me,” I groan.

She looks at me for a moment, seeming to debate, telling me no. But then I push down against her sweet slit, and she gasps, then nods.

“I’m ready,” she says. “But – uh, there’s something you need to know.”

“Tell me.”

“I… ah, ah.” Her speech is cut short when I push my finger gently into her. Her tunnel clings tightly to me, her tightness telling me how badly she needs this, needs us.

Slipping deeper, my balls sizzle with seed as I feel how tight she is. My shaft burns as I imagine her gripping my pole with that same tightness.

Pushing my palm against her clit at the same time, I shift my finger inside of her, moving it in scintillating circles as her hips move with all consuming hunger: the same hunger inside me.

“I’m… a….”

She bites down, wave after wave of pleasure caressing her, owning her. I lean back, enough so that I can watch her. She stares into my eyes like she can’t take it anymore. She’s going to erupt. And I’ve got the best seats in the house.

I pump my finger faster, sensing that her orgasm is close.

Her body makes slick wet noises as I finger fuck her. Her hips jerking faster, chasing the pleasure.

“I’m a virgin.” She gasps when the orgasm rocks her body, making her shiver all over. Her confession somehow makes me even more captivated. I fuck her with my finger, slipping it in and out, making her tightness sing with wet, slick noises.

After, she sits back, breathing hard.

I remove my hand from her underwear. “Are you ready to lose your virginity?” I groan. “Is that what you meant when you said you were ready?”

She bites her lip. Opens her mouth. I’m sure, despite everything, she’s going to say yes. She’s going to tell me she wants me, this, us.

Even if she’ll regret it later. I don’t like thinking of her regretting this. But it’s not going to stop me. My body pumps with hot desire.

Before she can answer, my mother calls from downstairs. “Nico? Sienna? Are you home?”

Sienna wriggles away from me. “I should clean up.”

I almost tell her no, she doesn’t need to. We’ll lock the door. Ignore her.

“Adrian is here,” my mother calls up.

Dammit. That means there’s mob business to attend to.

“Okay,” I say after a pause. “But this isn’t over.”

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