Page 19 of Mafia Don's Secret Heir
Before she can respond, and the way she tightens her arms on my shoulders is response enough, I angle upward and thrust in again. She’s so hot, so tight, she’s everything I’ve craved in a woman. Her mouth hangs open, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I fuck her, moaning with each thrust.
“I might have to feast on that cunt of yours again, if you continue being such a good little wife,” I say as I thrust into her. “You want that, don’t you?”
“God help me, yes,” she cries out, shivering in my arms as I slide my cock in and out of that perfect little pussy.
My mouth covers her perky tits, sucking, biting, and pinching them between my lips and teeth. She spurs me on, her fingers trailing circles until she finds my balls and curls her small palm around them, slowly moving her own body up and down to match my stride. Fuck.What a woman.
I pull out and without warning, turn her around, aligning by back with her chest, one hand massaging her cunt, the other pressing firmly down on her back, so her ass is at level with my dick.
Just there, I pause. She’s still trembling, her asscheeks raised just enough to tease the tip of my cock. I slide it against the folds of her core, and it glistens with her juices. “Fuck,” I groan.
“Please,” she says, her voice low, strained. “Don’t make me beg.”
I thrust into her, my hips going in, long deep strokes, pulling all the way out then pushing in again. Her moans and cries get dirtier by the second, and I fucking love it. She’s an animal, although she doesn’t know it yet. My hands reach out for herbreasts, and I grab them, pulling her back so her palms slam on the glass as I ride her from behind.
Valentina Salvatore will be the end of me. I have never had someone this gorgeous, infuriatingly innocent, and at my mercy at the same time. Good that she belongs to me, because if she didn’t, I raze the city to have her.
My cock eases between those perky buttcheeks as I lift her hands overhead, pinning them above her. She moans, her eyes fixed on our reflection and the glittering lights of a million cars moving below us. I’m sure some people are on their balconies, watching us.
It's perfect. Let everyone know who she answers to. She’s mine. And Ialwaysget what’s mine.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!”
“No.” That’s all I say, without slowing down, continuing to drive into her, hard and fast.
“Wha—”
“Not until I say you can, sweetheart. Or this stops here.” My voice grows silky. She protests with cries, but doesn’t disobey me.
“I can’t take it anymore— pl?—”
“No.”
She groans in frustration and clenches her cunt around my cock, drawing a surprised exhale from me. “F—” Slivers of my cum leave my cock in strands, entering her core as I keep fucking her, not stopping until every last drop has filled her.
But I’m not done. Not even when I pull out, breathing like a fucking rabid wolf. I’m not near finished with Valentina Salvatore.
I turn her around, pick her up, and carry her to our bed. I push her back on the sheets and admire the glistening juices dripping from her core. Dropping beside her, I bite lightly along her neck.
Her breathing quickens, and her heartbeats grow rapid. Her nipples are hard. She moans as my teeth graze her neck, her body telling me in every way how much she craves this. My fingers slide between her lips, and her knees buck visibly. I keep teasing her until she’s a livewire, barely allowing my fingers to touch her, just circling her clit.
“Please,” she moans to me. “Please, I need?—”
The words descend into an incomprehensible mumble. She tries grinding against me, to pull my fingers deeper inside.
“Don’t move,” I command huskily, withdrawing my fingers.
“Please…” she tries again, arching her back up, her hair falling in a lush cascade behind her. She’s never looked more beautiful than now, with her lips parted, her brows crossed, her eyes burning holes into mine.
“Hm,” I respond, as if I’m contemplating things. My fingers reach out again. The slowly glide over her clit, drawing out a prolonged groan from her.
I rub lightly, nibbling on her neck. Iknowshe’s very close to the edge. And when she comes, I intend for it to be spectacular. It’s worthless if it’s anything less, that’s why I’ve been denying her up until now. I’m just the mafia king, I’m not a monster.
Ever so slowly, I begin gliding two fingers into her core. She moans out, begging me to go faster and harder, but I keep my ascent slow. With a third finger, I begin rubbing her clit, until she’s just short of exploding on my hand.
She’s shaking, clenching fistfuls of the bedsheet. “Please let me come,” she asks between moans, clenching and twitching over my fingers.
“Not yet,” I murmur, continuing to finger her pussy and clit. She fights to hold it back as I go on, spreading it over a minute, then two, then five.
