The Mafia King’s Doll

Angelo

I brush my fingers through Vittoria’s curls while I enjoy every second of the moment we’re sharing.

With the desire burning in her eyes, she looks like a fucking siren. Keeping my tone soft, I say, “Tell me about your childhood.”

Her hands slide from my shoulders down my chest until they settle against my abs.

My cock jerks from her touch. I take hold of her shirt and tug the fabric over her head. My palms find her breasts, and I knead them through the thin fabric of her bra.

Her cheeks flush pink, and her voice is shaky as she asks, “Ahh…what do you want to know?”

A smirk tugs at my lips, and when she tilts her head back, I forget what we’re talking about.

Leaning forward, my mouth latches onto her throat, and I begin to feast on her soft skin.

Vittoria’s hands fly to my hair, and her fingers twist with the strands as she moans, “Angelo.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Hearing my name on her lips has me locking an arm around her lower back, and standing up, I turn and lie her down on the couch. My body sinks down on top of hers, and I continue to lick and suck at her skin.

Tugging the cup of her bra down, my mouth finds her nipple, and I bite her tender flesh until it’s a hard bud. I give her other breast the same attention before pressing kisses over her stomach.

When I reach the seam of her jeans, I pull the zipper down and yank the clothes off her. As I bite her hip, her ass lifts, and another moan drifts from her.

With her naked beneath me, I continue to suck and bite at her skin until I lift her one leg over my shoulder. Parting her with my fingers, my tongue swipes over her clit.

The taste of her has me completely under her spell. I suck and bite until her hips swivel, and her fingers threaten to rip my hair out.

I fucking feast on her pussy, and only when she gasps, “Angelo, please,” do I show her mercy.

Bringing my thumb to her clit, I use the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge as I sit up so I can watch her come apart for me.

Her hands grip the couch on either side of her body, and just like before, it looks like she’s in pain as her body starts to convulse and a cry falls over her lips.

This woman is the sweetest fucking temptation I’ve ever experienced.

The moment she starts coming down, I lower myself between her quivering thighs and lap at her pussy like a starving man. I take every drop of wetness she spills, a groan rumbling from my chest.

Vittoria jerks with every stroke of my tongue, and it makes me eat her as if she’s my last meal.

I’m so fucking lost in devouring her that I lose track of time and only realize she’s coming again when she screams as if I’m fucking murdering her. I chuckle against her sensitive core before crawling up her body.

Looking down at her flushed face as she desperately gasps for air, I say, “I love the way you come for me.”

Her body is limp from all the pleasure, and I easily move her as I lie down so she’s half on top of me and half pinned between my side and the couch.

While she recovers from all the pleasure, I lazily trail my fingers up and down her back, just enjoying how soft her skin feels.

Her voice is hoarse when she says, “I didn’t know this kind of pleasure existed.”

“It’s only the beginning,” I murmur.

With her cheek resting against my chest, I only have a view of her wild curls as she asks, “What do you mean?”

“Once it doesn’t hurt anymore, I won’t have to be careful with you, which means I can fuck you senseless until the neighbors hear you scream.”

She tilts her back to look at me. “Will it hurt again?”

“Probably.” Seeing the flash of worry, I add, “Only until you’re used to me. The first time is the worst.”

I close my eyes and continue to brush my fingers up and down her back.

This moment is perfect.

Vittoria lies still for a long while, and just as I’m about to drift off to sleep, she moves onto my lap. I keep my eyes closed, but the corner of my mouth lifts when she pushes the shirt up my chest.

The instant her lips brush over my peck, my body shudders, and my cock becomes painfully hard.

Wanting to see how far she’ll go, I decide to let her have her way for a while.

Gripping the back of my shirt, I tug it over my head, and the action has desire darkening Vittoria’s eyes. There’s still caution on her face, but at least the fear is gone.

When she kisses and licks my shoulders and pecks, I feel her breasts brush against my stomach.

Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants.

I shove the sweatpants down, and Vittoria quickly takes over, pulling the fabric down my legs.

Before she can move too far up my body, I order, “Lick my cock.”

Her cheeks flush bright red, but she leans down. I quickly brush her curls out of the way and watch her tongue swipe over the sensitive head where pre-cum is beading.

“Wrap your hand around me.”

I watch as her hand comes closer, and her fingers wrap carefully around the base of my cock.

So fucking good.

“Harder, baby.” She tightens her grip, but it’s not nearly enough. “Much harder.”

Her fingers become a vice, and I let out a satisfied groan. “Suck the head while you stroke my cock,” I order.

Her eyes flit to my face, and her lips close around the swollen head.

Jesus fucking Christ. Erotic doesn’t begin to describe the view I have.

As she sucks me into the heat of her mouth, her hand moves slowly up and down.

I’m not going to last long.

“That’s it, baby. I love watching you take my cock.” My hoarse words give her a confidence boost, and she sucks harder, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.

I shudder from the intense pleasure, and it only takes the sight of her cheeks hollowing out to push me over the edge.

“Pull away, I’m going to come,” I warn her, but for the first time, she doesn’t listen to me, and as I start to jerk in her hot little mouth, I watch as she swallows my release.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my body shuddering from the pleasure.

When she’s taken every drop from me, she lies down on top of me and takes a deep breath.

I wrap my arms around her and press a kiss to her hair. “You’re such a good fucking girl, it’s killing me.”

She doesn’t reply to my comment, and as the light fades in the room and night creeps in, I feel her muscles relax and her breaths even out.

Realizing she’s fallen asleep on top of me, a smile spreads over my face, and I whisper, “I’m going to make you love me so much that you can’t live without me. I’ll become your god and the one you pray to.” I pull my fingers through her curls. “And I’ll love you like you’re my salvation.”

Hours pass, and when I’m pretty tired myself, I maneuver myself out from under my sleeping wife before I lift her bridal style to my chest. I carry her naked body to our bedroom and carefully lay her down on the bed.

She stirs and mumbles something unintelligible.

Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I lean over her and stare at her parted lips.

I could kiss her right now, and she’d never know.

The temptation almost overwhelms me, but at the last second, I pull away from her and walk into the bathroom.