Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 47

Valentina POV

Then his hand met my skin, the toy as deep as it could go. The fullness. Oh, God. So dirty. I needed more.

Suddenly, it was too much. I came hard, my shout echoing in the room as I bucked and rocked under his mouth and hands. It was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced, my lower half clenching around the toy inside me. I loved it. When the pleasure ebbed, I started to drop my legs. Rafael came up on his knees and kept my left leg in the air, still holding the long toy with the other. “Stay,” he said. “I am not done with this ass.”

To prove it, he fucked me with the toy, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His bright gaze followed the movement of the toy, his skin flush

with lust. “Yes, you like this, don’t you? You need a big cock in your ass, no?”

I licked my lips, my chest heaving. How was I so turned on again, immediately after having an orgasm? I whispered, “Only if it’s yours, paparino.”

Cursing, he removed the toy and tossed it onto the floor. Then he flipped me in one motion onto my stomach and pulled me to the edge of the bed, with my legs dangling over the side and onto the floor. He grabbed the lube while he stepped between my thighs, spreading me wide. “I cannot wait to be inside this tight little hole.”

I heard him slick up his cock then felt the tip of him at my back entrance, circling as he’d done with the toy. Several seconds later the head

popped inside. I hissed through my teeth. “You said it wouldn’t hurt.”

He stroked my back, petting me. “That is the worst of it. Relax, baby.” I liked hearing the English endearment from him. It was almost as sexy as when he called me “dolcezza.” The burn ebbed and again I was left with fullness. Rafael began moving then, slowly pressing forward, rocking back and forth, while he reached between us to stroke my clit. My whole body tingled as he stretched me out. I panted, a light sweat breaking out on my skin, but there was no pain. Just a pressure that I couldn’t tell if I liked or not.

“Sono la tua puttanella.” He spanked me, hard. “Play with your clit and make yourself come. Quickly.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. My hand shot between my legs and I circled my clit. Rafael spanked me again and again, his palm raining slaps on my butt cheeks. The heat spread from my skin through my groin as my fingers worked over the taut nub. When he wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled, using it to jerk me back onto his cock, riding me, I came so hard, the orgasm deep and intense. I clenched around him and he thickened inside me, his hips growing uncoordinated as I heard him suck in air.

Then he groaned and held me still, his body jerking slightly as he came inside me. When it was over, I couldn’t move. He seemed equally undone, panting and holding onto me like a life raft. He made no effort to pull away, just leaned on my back while remaining buried inside me. Finally, he kissed my spine and slipped out. I winced at the soreness, and he immediately swept me up in his arms.

“Let’s clean you up, baby,” he said softly, in a tender tone I hadn’t heard before. One that settled into a permanent place in my heart, marking it as his. What was happening to me? I knew better than to develop serious feelings for this man.

For once, I was incapable of words, so I dropped my head onto his shoulder and let him carry me to the bathroom.