Page 24 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“I know you’re tired,” his body presses against mine as he repositions himself between my legs, “but I am going to need one more out of you. Can you give me one more,cuore mio?”

The answer has barely left my lips before his tip is pressed against my entrance.

“Relax,” his lips gently dust over mine. Gently taking my mouth with his tongue, still coated with the taste of me, the head of his cock presses into me before he stills. I wince as my body stretches painfully to accommodate his width.

Pulling back from the kiss, his fingers brush the sweaty hair from my face. His eyes are fixed on mine as he slides himself inside of me, moving slowly until his hips are pressed firmly against me.

“I’m going to be gentle,” he slowly pulls from me, “but when I am done you will know that your cunt belongs to me. Only to me.”

DANTE

Even with how wet she is, it is a struggle to press my tip into her tight little cunt. Once it is in, I fight the urge to immediately shove the length of me inside of her, giving her the time she needs to adjust to me. Needing more of her, I gently press the rest of me into her until my cock is buried inside of her.

“I’m going to be gentle,” I give her a soft kiss before beginning to slowly pull out of her. From the look on her face, even stretching her with my fingers first, taking me is going to hurt a little, “but when I am done you will know that your cunt belongs to me.”

She is so fucking tight that beginning to thrust in and out of her, even at a slow tempo, is indescribably perfect. Every push and pull feels like she is trying to milk the cum from my cock.

“You’re so fucking wet. And tight,” I moan into her ear, “and you feel so fucking good squeezing around my cock.”

Too fucking good.

I’m pretty sure she is going to do me in well before I am ready to come. Burying myself deep inside of her, I nearly still my thrusts while gently kissing at the side of her neck. In turn her body arches, pressing her neck firmly into my lips.

A growl grumbles from my chest against the skin above her collarbone, the urge to relentlessly pound my cock into her nearly unbearable.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

“I’m okay,” she mumbles back against my lips as my hips slowly rock against her body.

Venecia’s body gradually relaxes a little and I begin to set a slow, consistent pace. The look of slight discomfort on her face slowly changes to one of pleasure as my cock begins to steadily rub over her already sensitive g-spot.

“Can you handle more?” I whisper into her ear as her hips begin rocking to meet mine.

“Yes,” she whimpers back through her labored breaths.

“Tell me you want more. Beg for it,” my lips trail along her neck as my right hand grips her ass, “Beg to come. Beg, and I’ll give you more.”

“Please, Dante,” her voice soft and pleading as she arches against me, “Please…I want to come. I want to give you one more.”

“Cuore mio,” my words a mere groan against her neck. In response, my thrusts slowly become deeper and harder, just like each of her breaths as she approaches her orgasm. Her thighs squeeze against my sides and she clenches painfully tight around my cock as she screams out her release.

So close behind her, I quickly pull out and wrap my hand around my cock. Staring down at her, my hand quickly slides my length coated in her arousal. It only takes a few seconds until cum shoots in thin, pale ribbons across her tanned stomach and I grunt through my release, “Fuck.”

As I climb from the couch, her satiated and exhausted body barely moves. Bending down to grab my sweatpants off the floor, I place a soft kiss on her forehead before using them to clean my cum off of her. Quickly wiping off myself, I toss them back to the floor, “That’ll do for now.”

“Can you walk? Or do you want me to carry you?”

With groggy eyes, she lifts her head from the couch. Taking her sluggishness as a response, my arms slide under her body before pulling her up to my chest. Her exhausted body melts into mine as I carry her to the bedroom.

Continuing to hold her tight against my chest, I lay us both onto the bed. Brushing her hair from her face, my lips press against her forehead, “Cuore mio,” her eyes fall shut as we lay in a pile of tangled limbs.

Chapter Sixteen

VENECIA

Groggily, I feel around the bed as I wake up to realize that I am alone. Pulling the blanket from the bed, I wrap it around my naked body as I go to find Dante.

The smell of freshly made pancakes and bacon overwhelms me when I open the bedroom door.

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