The Mafia King’s Doll

Angelo

I watch as Vittoria’s tongue darts out to swipe up the cream from her lips, and it makes me rock fucking hard.

When I bit into the strawberry, I almost gave in and claimed her mouth.

The only reason I’m honoring her request is because I want her to kiss me out of her own free will. From the flush on her cheeks and the desire in her eyes, I know I won’t have to wait much longer.

Christ, I hope not. A kiss never meant anything to me until she slammed me with the restriction. Now, it’s the one thing I want most in the world.

Gripping hold of the fabric by her thigh, I order, “Feed me, baby.” When she reaches for a strawberry, my hand slips down to her calf. “I love this dress,” I compliment her.

“You better. It cost a small fortune,” Vittoria mutters as she brings the fruit to my mouth.

Taking a bite, I slip my hand beneath the fabric and trail my fingers up her leg. A shiver ripples through her, making my lips curve into a smirk.

As I swallow, Vittoria brings her thumb to the corner of my mouth and swipes some cream off my lip. I watch as she sucks it from her thumb, and instantly I lose control.

In a single swift motion, I rise to my feet, and shoving the strawberries and cream out of the way, I set her ass down on the island.

Finding the zipper on the dress, I pull it down before ripping the sleeves down her arms so I can get to her breasts.

The moment my mouth latches onto her nipple, a satisfied groan rumbles from my chest.

Vittoria’s fingers weave through my hair as she gasps from my sudden attack.

I push her so she lies down on the island, then say, “You’re the only dessert I want.”

I pull her dress and underwear off, and once I have her naked, I order, “Don’t move.”

Noticing how quickly the bruises on her body are fading, a smile forms on my face.

Fuck, I can’t wait for them all to be gone.

I walk to the fridge and press the lever for the ice dispenser. Catching a cube, I bring it to my mouth as I slowly stalk back toward her.

Her eyes follow every move I make while her chest rises and falls with quick breaths.

With the ice captured between my teeth, I brace my hands on either side of her hips and lean over her. I trail the melting cube around her nipple and watch as the pebble hardens.

Another shiver rushes through her, and she squeaks when I move the ice down to her abdomen.

Fuck, I love seeing goosebumps spread over her body.

Her hips lift off the marble top as I drag the ice over her slit, and I let out a predatory chuckle.

When the cube touches her clit, she grabs hold of my wrist and arches her back. “Angelo!”

“Hmm?”

“It’s cold,” she complains.

I move back up her body until I’m face-to-face with her. Bringing my hand to her chin, I pull at her bottom lip with my thumb, and when she opens for me, I drop the ice into her mouth.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Suck it, baby.”

My hand travels back down her body until I reach her soaked pussy, and wanting to torture her, I keep my touch featherlight as I massage her clit.

I watch as she carries out my order, her cheeks hollowing the same way they did last night when she took my cock like a good girl.

When her lips part and she sucks in a breath, her hips swivel as she searches for more friction.

One of her hands shoots down and grips my wrist while the other wraps around the back of my neck.

Her eyebrows draw together, and she whimpers, “Angelo.”

I lower my head and let my mouth feast on her jaw and throat before I say, “Tell me what you want.”

“P-pleasure.”

Her back arches again, and she tries to push my hand closer to her pussy.

I chuckle against her throat and feel her body tremble as if the sound vibrates through her.

To drive her wild, I move my hand to the inside of her thighs and continue to trail my fingers over her soft skin.

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” I order.

She lets out a frustrated groan. “The same as last night.”

I lift my head and lock eyes with her. “No cheating, baby. Describe in detail where you want my hand.”

Her features tighten with more frustration, and she glances away from me. “I want you to rub my clit.”

“Look at me,” I demand. When her eyes flick back to mine, I say, “You have a fucking hot body, Vittoria. I want nothing more than to sink balls deep inside you.”

Desire sparks in her brown irises.

I trail my finger dangerously close to where she wants it as I order, “I want you to feel confident when we have sex. Tell me exactly what you want.”

She pushes me back as she sits up, and grabbing hold of my shirt, she rips it over my head. “I want you naked,” she demands with a bossy tone that makes my cock jerk with need for her.

Obeying her, I remove the gun from behind my back and place it on the counter before I unzip my jeans and shove them down my legs.

When I step closer to her, she wraps an arm around my waist, and her fingers dig into my ass cheek. “I want you inside me.”

I grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and tipping her head up to me, I lean down and let my breath skim over her lips. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

She pushes against my hold, and I expect a kiss, but at the last second, she pulls free from my fingers, a teasing grin tugging at her tempestuous mouth.

Christ, this woman will be the death of me.

Vittoria scoots her ass to the edge of the marble top and wraps her legs around me.

I look down at her glistening pussy and slowly push my cock through her folds.

“Yessss,” she hisses, her head falling back to expose her throat to me.

I wrap my fingers around her pretty little neck, and as I thrust harder, stroking her clit with my cock, I squeeze until my fingertips dip into her skin.

With hooded eyes, she watches me, her lips parted as she takes desperate breaths.

I keep stroking her clit until the head of my cock is painfully swollen and coated with her wetness, then I order, “Give me permission to kiss you.”

The corner of her mouth twitches, then she whispers, “No.” My eyes narrow as I growl, “La mia tentatrice.”

Without giving her any warning, I slam my cock deep inside her.

Her hand slaps against my chest as her features tighten with pain, but she doesn’t break eye contact with me.

My body shudders as her tight walls grip my cock like a vice. Nothing has ever felt as good as being buried inside Vittoria.

Jesus. Her pussy will make me a believer that there’s a heaven.

Another shudder rakes through me, and as I growl, I pull out and slam back inside her.

Her body jerks from the hard thrust, and gripping my shoulders, her nails dig into my skin.

I pull completely out of her, and grabbing hold of her sides, I pull her flush with my chest. I lift her from the marble top and carry her to the living room, where I sit down with her on my lap.

Bringing my hand to her face, I trail my fingers over her temple and cheek, then demand, “Put my cock back inside you.”

Vittoria doesn’t disappoint as she reaches down between us and positions me at her opening. She tentatively sinks down on my cock until her clit rubs against my pelvis.

With fascination, I watch as my wife learns that this position gives her access to rub her clit to her heart’s content.

Without having to tell her what to do, she begins to swivel her hips and grinding down on me.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan, my cock swelling impossibly from the erotic sight.

I move my hands to her breasts and get lost in the feel of them as I knead her flesh and tweak her nipples.

Vittoria’s grip tightens around my neck, and desperation flutters over her features.

“Do you need me to fuck you, baby?” I murmur, my tone hoarse from all the desire.

“Yes.” Her head bobs up and down. “Yes, please.”

“Please, who?” I taunt her as I grip hold of her hips to keep her from moving.

Her body quivers as she begs, “Please, Angelo.”

I lift her off of me, and when I stand up, she gives me a confused look. “On your knees, baby. Hold onto the back of the couch,” I order.

She quickly moves into a kneeling position on the couch and grips hold of the cushion.

“Spread your legs wide.”

She obeys and glances at me from over her shoulder.

Enjoying the view of her sexy ass, I place my knee next to hers on the couch to steady myself and grip her hips tightly. I line up with her opening and fill her with my cock in a single brutal thrust.

Buried to the hilt again in what’s become my favorite place on earth, I let out a groan, “You take me so fucking well.” My eyes drift shut from the incredible feel of her wrapped around me. “Such a fucking tight little pussy that’s only been touched by me,” I hiss with possessiveness.

Holding Vittoria in place, I suck in air through my teeth as I start to fuck her with no restraint. I watch as her ass cheeks turn red from my abs slapping against them, and it makes me move faster and harder.

Cries begin to spill over her lips, and soon she’s sobbing, “Angelo. Yes.

God. Yesssssss.”

Her pussy contracts around me as her orgasm strikes, and pleasure sizzles down my spine. Ecstasy tenses my body, and I fall over her as my cock jerks inside her.

My teeth sink into her shoulder, where I smother my growls, my release filling her.

Our bodies jerk and tremble, and slick with sweat, we gasp for air.

“Christ,” I groan against her skin. “Fucking you has become my new favorite thing to do.”

Sitting down next to Vittoria, I pull her closer. She straddles my lap, and we both look down at the evidence of our orgasms coating her pussy.

I swipe my finger through her folds, and bringing it to her lips, I murmur, “Open.”

An apprehensive expression fills her eyes, but she does as she’s told. I dip my finger into her mouth, then say, “Suck, baby.”

Her tongue brushes against my finger as she listens. “Such an obedient little figa.”