Page 12 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

I push my panties down, kicking them aside. He watches me like a lion watches a gazelle, and I can see the bulge pressing against his slacks. Sandro wants me, and the realization makes me wet.

"Lie back."

He points at the desk, and I hop up, lying back on the cool wood. His hand comes between my thighs, his palm grinding into my pussy, and I moan, arching up. "Oh, fuck, Daddy."

His fingers tease me, sliding through the moisture, and then they're gone. "Open your mouth, Emmy."

I obey, and a second later, two wet fingers slide over my tongue.

"Suck."

I suck, tasting myself on him, and I can feel my arousal soaking the wood underneath me.

"Fuck, baby. I can't wait. I need to fuck you, Emilia."

"Yes, Daddy, please." Thoughts of my virginity, how fast everything is going, and how crazy of an idea this is are long gone. All I can think about is Sandro, Sandro, Sandro.

He tears at his belt, yanking his pants down, and a second later, he holds his cock in his hand. Oh my God. He's enormous. I feel a flutter of fear in my belly looking at his manhood, long and thick, as he pumps his fist. How in the world will that ever fit inside of me?

He must be able to see the concern on my face, "Don't worry, Emilia. I'll take care of you."

"Okay, Daddy."

He stands at the edge of the desk, holding his cock steady. I watch as he moves his hips forward, the blunt head of his cock sliding through the moisture dripping from my pussy.

"Oh, God."

"That's right, Emilia. You're so wet for me, baby."

He eases into me, the head parting my folds, and I whimper. He’s making me feel so full, impossibly so. I'm stretched, but Sandro takes his time, rocking into me a little at a time, hands holding my hips hard. He grits his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking, but he keeps pushing forward.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

It feels like I'm being split open, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but no part of me wants him to stop. I want all of Sandro, anything he’ll give me.

"Look at me, baby."

I meet his gaze, and there is concern in his eyes beneath the haze of arousal. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm okay."

"Take a deep breath. Try to relax. Daddy's going to take care of you."

I nod, closing my eyes. His cock slides further, and the pain starts to recede, leaving nothing but fullness. A few seconds later, he's buried to the hilt, and my eyes fly open.

"Oh God. Oh God, Daddy,”

Sandro leans over me, bracing himself on his hands. He kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, mimicking his cock between my legs, and then he moves. He's fucking me, the motion making his hips roll, and soon enough, my body is lighting up with pleasure. I can't help it, and the cries escape my lips as he moves, stroking over my G-spot with each piston of his hips.

"Yes, baby, let me hear how good it feels."

"So good, Daddy."

His pace picks up, his thrusts speeding up. Sandro is fucking me with abandon, his cock filling me over and over. He grabs one of my legs, hitching it over his shoulder, and the new angle has his cock sliding deeper.

When he starts to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb, the threads holding me together start to fray. The muscles in my stomach tighten, and I feel my orgasm building, building…

"I'm gonna come, Daddy, please?—"

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