Page 13 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

"Come,tesoro. Come all over my cock."

The orgasm crashes into me, the never-ending movements of his cock deep in my pussy driving it on and on. My back arches, and I scream his name, my vision blurring. Sandro slams into me, and a second later, he swears, his cock pulsing as he slams into me one last time before a wave of wet warmth fills me.

"Jesus Christ, Emilia. You're fucking amazing."

"Thanks, Daddy." I love the way my full name sounds in his lust-rough voice. "That was … wow."

His chuckle is warm and deep, all of the rage in him now long gone. I know it's always there, simmering beneath the surface for anyone who crosses him, but not me. Never me. "I had different plans for your first time, sweetheart, but I'll make it up to you."

"How?"

He stands up, his cock slipping out of me, and reaches down to lift me up. My body is liquid, and I'm grateful for his strong arms holding me up. Sandro leads me to the bathroom attached to his office, turning on the water in the massive shower stall.

"Get cleaned up. We're going out."

"Out?"

"On a date.”

"A date," I repeat, stunned.

"Is that a problem?"

"No! No, not at all, it's just, um..." It's stupid. He just fucked me senseless, and here I am all flustered and lost for words about a date. "It's very sweet, is all."

He smiles, kissing me softly. "I'm a lot of things, Emilia, but sweet isn't usually one of them. You're special, though. Now, hurry up. I’ve worked up an appetite.” He gives me a smack on the ass, and I squeal with laughter, doing as I'm told.

A date. With Alessandro DeLuca. Sometimes my new reality really does feel like a dream.

5

ALESSANDRO

Fucking Emmy on my desk hadn't been part of the plan, but after seeing someone else touching her, I couldn't help myself. And now that I've had her, I need more. Her sweet little pussy gripping my cock, milking every drop of come out of me, her moans filling the room, is already an addiction I'm not willing to kick.

I want her again, but I have a whole night planned. A romantic dinner on the river, candles and soft music and long conversations. Emmy is the kind of girl who deserves romance and flowers and slow, sensual sex.

I take the opportunity while she's cleaning up to book a river cruise with dinner for two on my cell phone, using the private bathroom so she doesn't see. The last thing I need is her thinking I'm trying to buy her affection. No, that's not what this is about at all. I just want to make her happy.

After we clean up, we head downstairs. I've got a car waiting, and we drive across town to the marina. I can tell Emmy is confused,but when the driver pulls up in front of the dock, I see her face light up.

"Are we going out on the river?"

I nod. "I thought it would be nice. Just you and me."

She throws her arms around me, hugging me tight. "Thank you, Sandro."

The yacht is smaller than most of the other tour boats, but more luxurious by far. It’s a private cruise, because I don’t want my time with my girl interrupted. The captain greets us, showing us to our seats. We're seated at a table for two on the back deck under a glass ceiling, a white tablecloth covering the small table, silverware glinting in the soft lights strung around.

It's covered and warm inside, and it's exactly what I wanted for Emmy—a perfect date—and she's glowing as she looks out at the river, watching the lights from the boats and buildings pass us by.

"This is amazing, Sandro."

"Only the best for you,tesoro.”

We're served wine, and then dinner, a five-course meal, all while the river flows past us. As we eat, there's finally time for us to really talk. Everything that Emmy says has me more fixated on her. She's smart, which I already knew, but Emmy is also funny and kind. The sort of woman I don’t deserve, but I sure as hell won’t give up.

She's still wearing her dress from work, but her hair is down, falling over her shoulders like dark silk, and her lips are still kiss-swollen. How she's gone under the radar for so long is beyondme. Emmy is the most beautiful fucking woman on the planet. My woman.

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