The Mafia King’s Doll

Angelo

Vittoria kissing my cheek makes something shift in my chest, but the one to my neck has my control dangerously slipping.

“Thank you for giving me so much attention.” I hear her take a deep breath. “Take my virginity, Angelo. I’m ready.”

I used every ounce of strength I possessed to take things slow with her, but her permission shoves me over the edge.

I push my left hand beneath her head, and as my fingers wrap around the back of her neck, my right hand shoots down between us.

My mind is clouded with desire as I position my cock at her soaked entrance, and with untamed need, I enter her with a brutal thrust.

Her pussy wraps fucking tight around me before I’m forcefully stopped by her narrow walls.

I’m only a quarter of the way in, and unable to think clearly because of the intense pleasure, I pull back before forcing my cock to the hilt inside her.

A satisfied groan is ripped from my chest, and my body shudders from how good she feels.

Christ, nothing has ever felt this good.

Vittoria’s body curves into mine, and she lets out a painful cry.

The sound instantly clears my mind, and when I hear her whimper against my neck, I quickly wrap my right arm around her shoulders.

“Fuck, mia piccola cerviatta. Are you okay?”

Her breaths keep hitching, and when I hear a soft sob, I pepper kisses against her curls. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Needing her to adjust to my cock, I don’t move and just keep kissing her hair and temple until she seems to feel better.

Her breaths warm my neck, then she whispers, “It’s okay. You can continue.”

Gripping a fistful of her curls, I tug her face away from my neck so I can see her eyes.

Big mistake.

HUGE.

Her red-rimmed eyes and the tears on her cheeks take a sledgehammer to the high walls around my heart and smash right through them.

Her fingers caress the hair at my nape, and her mouth curves up into a shy smile. “Are you okay?”

No.

No, I’m not.

I’ve forced Vittoria to marry me, and I’m taking her virginity, but instead of hating me, she’s asking me if I’m okay.

With my walls down, she walks into my black heart and makes herself right at home, and for the first time in my life, I feel a flicker of love.

I’ve taken her innocence, and instead of destroying it with my brutal nature, it’s shining a glimmer of light in the vast darkness of my soul.

The urge to kiss her draws a groan from me, but I have to settle for the feel of her breath on my lips as I slowly pull out of her.

The pleasure is already intense, making my cock feel sensitive.

My eyes keep hers imprisoned as I sink back inside her, and I see the flinch of pain on her face. I keep my pace slow until she no longer shows signs of discomfort.

As I thrust into her again, her lips part and a moan escapes.

I tighten my hold on her hair, and moving my right hand down to her side, I tilt my head and lick the salt of her dried tears from her cheek.

Pulling out, I slam into her to check her reaction. When she gasps, and her arms tighten around my neck, the corner of my mouth lifts in a satisfied smirk.

She’s ready.

I push myself up, and kneeling between her thighs, I grip hold of her hips and tug her ass up until her knees brush against my sides.

With a brutal hold on her hips, I plunge inside her tight warmth.

Yanking her against me, I start to hammer into her.

Vittoria grabs hold of the covers, and when I look down at her pussy taking every inch of my cock, I see the evidence of her virginity.

The sight of her blood coating the condom twists something in my chest.

Fuck!

Angry with myself, I pull out and rip the fucking rubber off. I let out a growl as I slam back inside her.

This time when I pull out, the crimson tinge of her virginity coats my cock, and it sends a shudder through my body.

Mine.

My hold on her is too rough as I start to fuck her hard, my eyes feasting on the sight of her pussy stretched around my cock, making me feel primal.

The sound of her skin slapping against mine fills the room, and it only makes me move harder and faster.

Sweat coats my body, and my breaths saw over my lips, and when I hear Vittoria whimper and moan, I yank her against me every time I thrust brutally hard inside her.

She starts to sob, and my eyes snap to her face, but instead of tears, I find pleasure tightening her features. Her hands grip the covers tightly as her back arches off the bed. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and unrecognizable sounds begin to spill over her lips.

I feel her clench around my cock, and only when desperate whimpers come from her, do I press my thumb against her clit.

With the next thrust, I order, “Come for me, baby.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I flick her clit, and she comes apart in front of me. Just like before, her eyebrows pinch together, and it almost looks like she’s in pain.

So fucking beautiful.

Her lips part, and as a cry is torn from her, she starts to convulse.

With my eyes drinking in the sight of my woman orgasming, I fuck her so hard that my body loses all strength the instant pleasure erupts through me.

“Fuck!” I growl as I slump down on top of her and bury my face against her neck, my cock jerking inside her as I come.

“Christ, Vittoria,” I groan, ecstasy fucking paralyzing me.

I hear her gasp for air as my body keeps jerking against hers, and by the time I’ve spilled the last drop inside her, my heart is a thundering mess in my chest.

It takes a good minute before my strength returns, and I push my upper body off her. When I glance down at Vittoria, the words just come.

“My wife.” I take a much-needed deep breath. “You belong to me.”

me.

me.

Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s still gasping for air as she stares at

Honestly, it looks like she’s in shock.

A frown forms on my forehead. “Are you okay?” She nods, but her eyes start to shine with tears.

“Use your words, Vittoria,” I order.

“I-I’m o-overwhelmed.” When a sob bursts from her, she reaches for

I quickly wrap her up against my chest and press a kiss to her temple.

“It was a m-million times better t-than I t-thought it would be,” she

rambles through her tears. “T-thank you.” She presses a kiss against my collarbone, and I listen as the sobs lessen as she regains control over her emotions.

When she glances up at me, her fear for me is dimmed by a look of awe. Pushing my luck, I turn my cheek to her and order, “Give me a kiss.” She quickly obeys, and I savor the feel of her lips on my skin.

Letting go of Vittoria, I pull out of her. “Stay right here.”

She nods, still looking stunned by the sexual experience we just shared.

It’s cute.

I chuckle as I walk to the bathroom to get a washcloth, and a smirk tugs at my mouth while I wet the fabric. Walking back to the bed, I rest a knee on the mattress and force Vitorria’s legs open again.

I drink in the sight of the evidence that we consummated our marriage before I gently clean my wife.

She’s so sensitive, her body jerks with every brush of the washcloth over her pussy.

“So fucking perfect,” I murmur, and when I’m done cleaning her, I lean down and press a kiss to her swollen clit.

I walk back to the bathroom and take care of myself before returning to bed, where my wife is still sprawled over the covers with a post-sex glow on her face.