Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

bottom, I quickly untied them and the scrap of fabric dropped to the carpet.
A small patch of trimmed hair covered her mound, her pussy lips pink and swollen, and my mouth watered. As I kissed my way down her stomach, I untied the back of the bikini top, as well, glancing up as Valentina pulled it the rest of the way off.
Then she was completely naked and I looked my fill at this gorgeous creature. Full breasts with rose-tipped nipples and dark areolas. A flat stomach and long legs. Her golden skin was unblemished and I longed to see it covered in my bite marks. Soon, I vowed. I wanted to take my time with her, explore every inch of her body, but tonight was about her pussy.
"Get on the bed," I rasped, pushing to my feet. She turned and crawled on the bed, nearly making me come with the seductive sway of her ass as she positioned herself. When she was on her back, I ordered, "Now spread your legs."
She complied eagerly, showing me the flesh between her thighs, which was already glistening from arousal. I was ready to make a meal out of this girl. Wedging myself between her thighs, I lowered myself until my stomach met the mattress. "How do you like it, Valentina ?"
She didn't answer, her brows lowered in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I want to make you come at least twice, so tell me what you like. My tongue inside your pussy? Sucking your clit? Every woman is different."
Her mouth worked but nothing came out. Had I finally shocked her? Then I realised what her reaction meant.
"That stronzo never ate your pussy?" Instead of answering, she tried to roll away. I immediately clamped my arms around her thighs and held her up to my mouth. "Too late, piccola monella. You're mine now."
Valentina's 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."
Unbidden, my hips started rocking against his face, my body desperate for release. I think I would have agreed to anything at that moment, but luckily Rafael didn't try and take advantage. He continued to work my clitoris and pump his fingers into my pussy.
It wasn't enough. I really wanted him to fuck me. The thought of his muscled body, so manly and strong, pounding into me pushed me over the edge. I shouted as my walls convulsed around his fingers, my limbs shaking. The euphoria washed over me, more intense than I'd ever felt before.
This wasn't the gentle waves of a self-induced orgasm. This was a tsunami dragging me to depths I had never imagined before, drowning me in endorphins.
When it finally ended, I sagged into the mattress, limp. Rafael 's mouth gentled but didn't stop as he lapped up the wetness at my entrance. His eyes were closed as if he were savouring me, and I couldn't look away from his beautiful face. Why did he have to be so incredible looking? It would make him easier to resist if he were slightly less attractive.