Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 46

Valentina POV

True to his word, he nudged me awake, the strong smell of coffee filling the room. “Bellissima, you cannot sleep all day.”

God, that sexy, accented voice. He could make a killing as an audiobook narrator. “How are you already awake?” I struggled to open my lids. “I have been up for three hours while you laze about in bed, neglecting your duties.”

“And what duties would those be?” He squeezed one of my butt cheeks. “Presenting me with that ass to fuck.”

I shot up in bed, uncaring that I was completely naked. He was on the mattress next to me, smirking. “No, Rafael . You promised. Remember? Te lo prometto.”

“And what did you promise me in return?” I didn’t want to say it. I pressed my lips together, hoping he forgot. “Do I need to spank you to make you say it again? Allora.” He motioned with his hands for me to get up.

“No, no, no.” I did not want him near my ass. “Fine. I said I was yours.”

Reaching out, he stroked my jaw with his knuckles. “And as such, you will trust me to take care of you. I won’t ever do something you do not enjoy.”

“What about making me deepthroat you in the stables?”

“Valentina , you were so wet after deep throating my cock that my tongue slipped off your pussy.” He clutched my tangled hair in his fist and pulled, causing me to gasp as my head tilted back. “You like submitting to me, just as I like dominating you. Don’t fight me. I promise you will love it.”

“If I don’t, will you stop?”

“Of course.” I reached for the small espresso waiting on the side table. “Fuck, I need to be caffeinated for this.” He chuckled and stood, his hands beginning to remove his clothing.

God, was I really doing this? As he pulled off his shirt, my fingers itched with the need to explore that sculpted chest. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…. Then he dropped his pants, and the outline of his dick inside his briefs mesmerised me. Yum. Yes, I wanted to submit if it meant I got his cock.

“I know that look,” he murmured and stroked his thick length through the briefs. “Cristo santo, you were made for me.”

I finished my espresso and reached for his waistband. “Let me taste you first.” Maybe he’d come in my mouth and forget all about my ass. He shoved his briefs off his hips and I eagerly swallowed him down.

“Cazzo!” he shouted at the ceiling. “You are too good at that.” I worked my tongue and lips over his erection, worshipping him with my mouth until his thighs trembled. Then he pulled out, much to my disappointment.

My back arched, pleasure rocketing through me at lightning speed. “Holy shit,” I whispered, my fingers threading through his thick hair. He

used his tongue on my clit, circling and flicking, until that was all I could feel. He was everywhere, surrounding me. The room fell away and all I knew was Rafael ’s mouth driving me out of my mind.

Then there was pressure at my hole but not the one I was expecting. He spread my legs wider, and I could feel the slick tip of the dildo as he

used gentle pressure, circling the tight ring of muscle no man had ever breached. He didn’t push, however, just massaged, and my body eventually relaxed, loosened up, until he was able to slip it inside.

I gasped, unsure about this invasion. It didn’t hurt, but it was strange. “Relax. This is not as thick as my cock, and you will need to take it all first. Let me stretch you out.” He returned his lips to my clitoris, suckling on the little bud, and I could feel him working the dildo deeper. It was so much sensation, but it all felt amazing.

“Hold behind your knees,” he told me as he shifted. “Lift your legs.” I did as he said, and the dildo slid in even more. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, the orgasm gathering in my spine and toes.

Still, he didn’t rush. Rafael was being very careful with me. His hand rocked back and forth, the slick toy tunnelling deeper each time. Soon I was meeting his thrusts, needing more than he gave me. I was so close to coming, my thighs shaking. My mouth hung open, my entire world suspended as what I needed remained just slightly out of reach.