Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

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."
He didn't hold back any longer, fucking my mouth with rough strokes, his hand still on my head, guiding me. "Relax your throat, bellissima. Let me in."
He pushed and I gagged, but he didn't withdraw. Instead, he waited until I recovered and took another breath. Then he advanced a tiny bit more. Tears spilled over my lashes and I struggled to breathe.
"I won't choke you. Take another breath then let me in. We won't stop this until my pelvis meets your nose." Oh, God. Could I do it? I wasn't sure. Rafael was bigger and longer than David, and sometimes that had been a struggle and I'd never deep throated before.
I started to shake my head no, but Rafael just smirked down at me as he held me in place. "You can do it. Fill that filthy mouth with my cock." He shoved in deeper and I tried to relax and breathe through my nose. "Sí, sí. Swallow if you can."
It took a few tries but then I swallowed and he slipped in deeper. Then I couldn't breathe at all and I started to panic, my eyes searching his face. His expression was soft, pride shining in his eyes as he watched my mouth.
"Almost there, Valentina . Almost there. You're such a good girl, aren't you? You're going to make me come so hard. Just a little more." One more flick of his hips shoved him all the way into my throat, and my nose pressed against his skin.
He held my head, his fingers tightening as my throat flexed involuntarily against the intrusion. I could hear him moaning and talking but I couldn't pay attention. My entire focus was on not panicking and staying relaxed. I can do this.
He drew back to allow me to take a grateful breath. Then he returned to my throat and my ability to breathe departed me again. I stayed there, my nose against his belly, and tried to swallow. It sort of worked, and then I felt him swell even more. He shouted and I could feel him pulse as he came down the back of my throat.
After a few seconds, it was over and he withdrew until just the tip remained in my mouth. I stared up at him, knowing he wanted to see the spit and the tears, the mascara probably running down my face. He would want to know that he'd wrecked me...and I was right. The edge of his mouth hitched as he swiped at the moisture on my cheek, my lips still curled around the softening girth. "You are stunning."
When he slipped free, I made no move to stand or pull away. My throat was raw and sore, like I had been yelling for hours, and my naked breasts were heavy and aching. I kept my arms behind my back, eager to keep playing this naughty game in the stall. He didn't immediately tuck himself back into his trousers, either, but looked down almost as if he didn't know what to think of me.
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."