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Just as I am about to come down, I feel his tongue replacing his fingers on my clit. He is slow and teasing with the tip, torturing me by barely grazing over the bundle of nerves. He teases me for what feels like hours. My lips are trembling, and my clit is aching for him to let me come.

“Please,” I moan against mattress, “Dante, please.”

His tongue dives deep into my slit with firm, full strokes and I ride out my orgasm pressing back against him. As I am about to come down, he makes one slow, firm lick from my clit to my ass.

“If I remember correctly,” he swirls his tongue around the hole, “you like my tongue back here.”

“Mmmhmmm,” the only response I am able to muster as he spreads my cheeks and presses his face between them before adding a thumb to my clit.

DANTE

Circling my tongue around her tight hole and rubbing my thumb over her clit, she is so fucking aroused that I can feel her pussy dripping on me. Continuing to work my tongue between her cheeks, quiet cries repeatedly rise from her chest.

“Do you need more?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpers back to me.

Standing behind her, I grab the metal plug from the bed and coat it with lube before pressing it against her hole.

“This is to help get you ready for me,” I push the tip inside of her before stopping to let her adjust to the sensation. She slowly pushes back towards me trying to take it deeper, and I slowly push the plug inside of her until the jewel is seated between her cheeks.

“So fucking beautiful,” I growl at her, positioning the head of my cock against her entrance, “Can you take my cock in your tight little cunt with a plug in a your ass?”

“Yes,” she groans against the sheets, her legs already beginning tremble.

In one solid stroke, I slide my length into her until I am buried to the hilt. Playing with the jewel in her ass, I slide myself in and out of her. She is so fucking tight with the plug filling her. Picking up speed, I continue to play with the plug causing her to moan and quiver beneath me. Reaching around, I rub over her clit and she clenches hard around my cock, biting the sheets and screaming as she comes hard.

Pressing my length deep inside of her, her back arches and I hold my hips still. With her cunt full of my cock, I pull on the plug, nearly removing it before pressing it back inside of her. Her hands are clawing at the sheets as I continue the motion, and I am ready to explode simply watching this plug stretch out her tight little hole.

A raspy sigh rumbles from her when I pull the plug from her, followed by a disappointed moan when I pull my cock from her as well.

Grabbing the lube, I thoroughly spread it over my already slick cock before putting my tip against the loosened hole of her ass. Holding the base, I slowly stretch her more until the head of my cock slides inside of her.

“You’re doing so good,” I continue to slowly slide inside of her, “taking my huge cock in your tight little ass.”

Going slow, giving her time to adjust and ensuring I don’t hurt her, I slowly begin rocking my hips gently sliding in and out of her. Her breaths are fast and shallow, as she moans in rhythm with my thrusts.

“You’re not just doing so good,” I reach for her hands, “You fucking love the feel of me deep in your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she cries back as I place her hands on her ass, prompting her to spread her cheeks for me, and she does.

Grabbing her wrists, I increase the speed and depth of my thrusts while watching my cock slide in and out of her hole.

“I’m going to need you to come for me,cuore mio,” I reach my hand around her hips and rub over her clit. Her whole body shakes as she comes, her tight hole squeezing tightly around my cock. An animalistic roar rattles from my chest, my cock quivering and throbbing inside of her as I fill her with my cum.

Slowly pulling out of her, I climb onto the bed and pull her fatigued body into my arms before removing the blindfold and claiming her mouth with my tongue.

“I love you,mia moglie. Always,cuore mio.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

VENECIA

Happy birthday, dear Tony. Happy birthday to you…

Our family is gathered around the dining room table. Looking across the table at Papa, Avalie, Renzo, Luca, Carlo, Irena, Dmitryi and Marco, I cannot help but smile as the scariest members of the most ruthless crime syndicate on the East Coast singHappy Birthdayto a two-year-old while wearing ridiculous cardboard party hats.

What might be considered normal for most families is definitely not normal for mine.

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