Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 30

Valentina POV

The place smelled of hay and leather, the horses moving quietly in their stalls. When I found an empty stall, I went in. As soon as I spun around, he was on me, kissing me like he was starving.

Rafael was a good kisser, better than David. My ex’s kisses were sloppy, his mouth too wide. But Rafael used the perfect amount of suction, not overwhelming me with his tongue. It was a mature kiss, like Rafael knew what he wanted and would take it from me whether I gave it or not.

He’d surprised me with the kiss earlier by the paddock. I supposed everyone would know I was fucking the boss now. What would they think of me? Did I even care?

Rafael broke off and dropped his hands from my shoulders. “Show me, monella. Show me how much you want my cock in your dirty mouth.”

His stare was almost a challenge, as if he expected me to change my mind. If so, he would be disappointed. I was every bit as stubborn as him. I lowered to my knees slowly, never looking away from his bright gaze. He held still but I could see the muscle in his jaw working. Upper hand, Tina .

Once I was on my knees, I reached for his belt. He grabbed my hands. “Untie your top. I want to see your tits bounce as you suck me.”

I should have known he wouldn’t make this easy. But if he thought showing my breasts would feel degrading, he couldn’t have been more wrong. I liked the idea of being partially undressed while servicing him in the stables.

Lifting my hands behind my neck, I pulled the strings loose. Then I lowered the top completely, allowing my tits to spring free. Rafael ’s chest

rose and fell rapidly as his eyes tracked my movements. “Now, Valentina . Suck me.”

I took my time, sliding my hands up his thighs to skim his cock over the fabric of his trousers. He growled. “Do not play with me. Succhiami il cazzo.”

I knew cazzo meant dick in this instance, so it didn’t take a genius to figure out what succhiami meant. God, I loved when he spoke dirty Italian. I flicked open his belt, then unfastened his grey trousers. His black boxer briefs were made from a thin expensive material that was several notches above the plain cotton king David owned.

I let my fingers trail over the ridge near the head through the silky fabric as I watched Rafael ’s face. His expression twisted in agony, his cheeks flush. “I will spank you,” he threatened.

“No more teasing. Your mouth, now.” I took him out of his clothing and got my first look at the thick glorious length of him. He was definitely bigger than average, and sized more like the men in the online porn I had occasionally watched growing up. Veins ran along the sides and the bulbous head was red and smooth.

Rafael must’ve lost patience with me because he put his hand on my head and grabbed the base of his shaft. “Succhialo.”

I opened my mouth and he thrust inside, the warm salty taste of him gliding across my tongue. Fuck, I liked that. I closed my eyes, but he

snapped, “Eyes on me. Clasp your hands behind your back.”

My clit pulsed in happiness, my body drunk on him, completely turned on by his dominance. I complied, keeping my gaze on his and putting my hands behind my back as he started to tunnel in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep my jaw and throat relaxed, and Rafael took advantage, thrusting deep until I gagged. “That’s it,” he said.

“I want to see tears streaming down your cheeks from having your face fucked.” I couldn’t help it, I moaned. His nostrils flared. “Tu sei perfetta. Cristo santo, tu sei perfetta.”

After a few seconds, he said, “Now, kiss the tip and thank me for fucking your mouth.” I nearly smiled. Rafael liked to degrade me, but I was beginning to learn how to play his game. My compliance drove him wild.

Leaning in, I held his gaze as I pressed a kiss to the foreskin that covered the head of his penis. “Thank you, Rafael , for fucking my mouth.”

His throat worked as he swallowed. “Good girl. Now lie back so I can reward you.”

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Rafael POV

I ordered her to come down to dinner that night. Zia was here, as usual, and Dimitri decided to eat at home tonight, too. He often ate out with friends or at the clubs, so it was nice to have my only son at the table. Valentina had changed into a dress, her long blond hair swinging down her back. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun today, giving her skin a healthy glow. She looked young and innocent and totally fuckable.

My cock perked up, even though I’d had the orgasm of my life this afternoon. Madonna, she was going to kill me. After we left the stables, Valentina barely spoke. I still hadn’t fucked her, and her silence upon getting dressed proved she wasn’t ready. I wanted her begging for it, free of guilt. I wanted her willing to be mine for as long as this lasted.

It wasn’t easy, though. Especially after that blow job. Cazzo, that woman could suck a cock. Never had a woman taken me so deep on the first try. She was perfect in every way. Eyes burning resentfully in my direction, she strode to the seat next to Zia. I couldn’t resist saying, “You look beautiful, piccolina.”

“I am so happy you find this acceptable, il Diavolo.” That smart mouth. I wanted to hate the disrespectful way she spoke to me, but I couldn’t.