Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 25

Valentina POV

I had clearly lost my mind. Rafael Ravazzani had undressed me and caressed me between my legs. Dropped to his knees for me. Had I complained or tried to stop him? No, because the way he bossed me around turned my insides to molten lava and my brain to mush. It was like he started talking dirty and I lost the ability to think.

So help me, I wanted him. As he kissed my inner thigh, his strong hands held me in place. Hands that had done unspeakable violence, yet could be tender, as well. I was completely bared before him, his face close to my pussy.

Did I smell all right down there? I knew from watching porn that a lot of guys enjoyed it, but oral had only come up once with David, when he said it wasn’t his favourite thing to do. Of course, he’d liked it when I gave him head.

The tip of Rafael ’s tongue touched my folds and I jumped. “Relax,” he breathed. “Put your hands on your tits and feel what I am doing to you, bellissima.”

God, hearing Italian words come out of his mouth in that low tone was like sex on a plate. I cupped my breasts, which were already heavy and aching, and squeezed my nipples. Pleasure streaked through me. Rafael dipped his head and licked me, and heat suffused my lower half.

Growling, he pressed closer and tongued my entrance. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

Then he began moving his lips and tongue, exploring my labia, until he reached my clit. The first swipe of his tongue over that tiny bundle of

nerves caused me to slam my eyelids shut and throw my head back. It was electric, like a switch to the pleasure centre of my brain had been flipped.

Tingles ran up and down my legs and I could only lie there as he did it again and again, flicking and circling the nub with his tongue. His finger worked its way into my pussy, stretching me, and I moaned. “Oh, my God.”

The reaction earned me another finger and a long suck of my clitoris. My toes curled and I could feel the orgasm building in my belly. How was this happening so fast? “I’m so close,” I told him. “Oh, God. Keep going, please.”

I couldn’t move, my muscles are now lax. Then he crawled over me, kissing my skin along the way, until he reached my breasts. I liked that I was completely naked and he was still dressed. Something about that felt naughty, as if I were seducing him.

My hands were still on my breasts, so he nudged my palm aside with his nose to draw a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, with long pulls that echoed between my legs, directly in my clit.

Everything was heightened, my body more sensitive now that I’d come, and he seemed in no hurry to move on as he lavished attention on my breast. Soon I was writhing, my heart racing as I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He switched to my other breast, his tongue flicking my nipple then biting it before bringing the nipple into his mouth to suck. I was a shuddering, mindless mess, unable to stop moaning as it wore on.

Was he trying to foreplay me to death? His fingers slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit exactly like I did when I masturbated, with light steady pressure, and I came a second time. When I finally calmed, he released my breast and kissed my neck. “Tu sei perfetta.” (You are perfect.)