Page 15 of Mafia Daddy's Girl

"Yeah." She sighs happily, her fingers finally brushing over my cock. "Say it again."

"Emilia."

She strokes me slowly, from root to tip, and then drops to her knees in front of me. "Can I taste you?"

"Fuck."

Her mouth is so close I can feel her breath on my cock. It takes everything I have not to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth until I come down her throat. But I know she's new to all of this, and I don't want to scare her.

"Yes, baby. Suck Daddy's cock."

She whimpers, her tongue flicking out to slide over the tip, licking away the bead of precome welling there. When her lips close over the head, I groan. Emilia is hesitant, but she's eager to please me. Her tongue swirls over the head, her hand stroking the rest of my length, and she looks up at me with those big blue eyes.

"Yes, baby, just like that."

She moans, taking me deeper into her mouth. I can't help it, my hips rock forward, my hand sliding into her hair. I'm careful not to grip too tightly, but my fist clenches when she swallows me all the way down.

"Fuck, baby, that's so good."

Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks hard. My hips jerk, my cock bumping the back of her throat, and I groan, trying to keep still. She works my cock, her mouth and hand moving in tandem, and I know I'm not going to last long.

As gently as I can, I pull her away, coaxing her into standing so I can kiss her sweet, clever mouth. I undress her, stroking every inch of skin revealed, until she's completely bare for me, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight coming in through the windows.

This time, I sit in the chair, and Emmy seems to read my mind, resting her small hands on my shoulders and straddling me.

"Like this?" she asks softly.

"Just like that, sweetheart."

She reaches between us, taking my cock in her hand. I cup her tits, feeling the way her nipples harden under my touch, stoking them with my thumbs until she’s sighing in pleasure. My Emmy is so sweet, so responsive to my touch.

Emmy positions the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and I grab her hips, holding her steady as she sinks down, my thick length impaling her inch by inch.

"Oh God,"

I can feel her pussy gripping me, hot and tight and wet. "You okay, baby?"

She moans, her hips rocking. I can see the way she winces slightly, but she doesn't stop moving, her hands on my chest for leverage as she raises up, dropping down onto my cock again.

"That's right, baby. Just like that," I encourage her, holding her hips and letting her move. It takes everything in me to stay still and let her have control. I'm not used to giving it up, but with Emilia, it just feels right.

"Sandro…"

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you need."

"Help me."

I don't have to be asked twice. I guide her hips, showing her how to move, and she picks up on it quickly. Soon enough, Emilia is riding my cock like a pro, her ass bouncing against my thighs with every drop of her hips.

"Yes, fuck. Sandro, I'm going to come."

"Me too,tesoro. Come for Daddy."

She grinds down on my cock, and I can feel her pussy spasming, squeezing my length. It's too much, and I can't hold back. My orgasm slams into me, my come filling her, and she whimpers, her head dropping onto my shoulder, rolling her hips over and over as she milks every last drop of pleasure out of her orgasm.

“Sandro, Sandro, Sandro,” she chants, sinking her small teeth into the meat of my shoulder until finally the pleasure starts to ebb.

"Mytesoro.My Emmy,” I murmur, stroking her back until I feel her fully relax.

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