Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 74: Chapter 74

How did he know just what to say to both turn me on and make my heart swell? It was as if Rafael had a window into my brain. We ate spaghetti with crispy pork cheek and zucchini, as well as fettuccini with pecorino cheese and pepper. There were veal meatballs on.the side. "This is too much food," I said.
"You don't have to eat it all. Just try a little bit of each. The meatballs are the best in the city." After tasting them, I concurred. "Do you come here a lot?"
"Every time I am in Roma. I own the restaurant."
"What?" My voice rose two octaves. "You do?"
"I do own some legitimate businesses, you know. And it's run by the widow of one of my men killed about five years ago. I helped her get started." Rafael , benevolent? The layers to this man never ceased to fascinate me. He was like the ground.
The more you dug, the more things you found underneath. We finished with tiramisu and crème caramel. And espresso, of course. Rafael asked for a splash of sambuca in his, but I took mine plain with lots of sugar. I was still getting used to the bitter taste.
The whole day had been perfect. From shopping and bellinis, to dinner with Rafael . "Thank you," I told him simply, knowing he would understand.
His expression softened. "I will give you the world if you let me, piccolina. But I am glad you had a nice time. Does this mean you have forgiven me for last night?"
Had the storm on the yacht been only last night? It seemed like weeks ago. And as much as I wanted to torture him, I couldn't lie. "Yes."
"Thank fuck." He threw his napkin on the table and pushed back. "Because I need you now, Valentina. I'm so full of CÚM for you that I am
practically choking on it. Let's go."
Rafael's POV
I carried her up the stairs to the apartment. Though the heels made her legs look long and sexy, they would not allow her to hurry up the steps. And I needed to hurry. My dick had been hard since the second she walked onto that patio, her body wrapped in red.
Cazzo, she should always wear red. My men went to the apartments on the floor below while I continued to the top. After opening the door, I put her on her heels and grabbed the ends of the ties holding her dress together, pulling on them to unwrap her. This was the best gift I'd ever received.
"Wait," she said, stilling my hands. "Go sit on the sofa." Impatient but willing to indulge her, I dropped onto the sofa, spreading my legs wide to ease the ache in my balls. Valentina smirked at me as she slowly untied the dress she wore. My hands tightened into fists on the back of the sofa.
"I'm not sure teasing me is a wise idea." She turned away from me as the dress dipped off her shoulders. I could see the straps of the red bodysuit and my mouth watered. I made the decision to come to Roma as soon as she sent me the photo of her trying it on. I knew I had to have her right then. The video only made my departure take longer, because I had to jerk myself off twice while watching it.
"Piccolina," I warned when she let the dress fall too slowly. In one quick motion, she spun toward me and dropped the dress and the world stopped. Dio, she was gorgeous, sexy as fuck. My nostrils flared as I tried to drag air into my lungs, every muscle in my body tight, ready to pin her down and thrust. To rut and grind and give her my seed.
She turned me into an animal every time, the need was so overwhelming I thought I would lose my goddamn mind. Tonight would be no different, apparently. "Come here."
She obeyed, swinging her hips as she drew closer. I hadn't turned on the lights, so the city and the moon illuminated her luscious curves in the tight lace and silk. Her tits were pushed in and up, her small waist flaring into generous hips. She was a wet dream come to life...and she was mine. And I knew what I needed first. Stretching out on the couch, I pulled her closer. "Sit on my face. Right now."
"Wait, what?" Her brows pinched together. I slapped her ass. "Your pussy needs to find my mouth in the next few seconds or I am going to spank you."
She climbed onto the sofa and adjusted her knees until she straddled my head. She was already wet. I could smell it. Reaching between her legs, I unfastened the body suit, and jerked her hips down until her pussy slammed onto my face.
"Goddamn, Rafael . Holy shit," she breathed, curling slightly to brace herself on the arm of the sofa. I ate at her like I was starving. Like the world was ending and making her come was the only way to stop it from happening. I sucked and licked her, relishing every roll of her hips, every whimper. Valentina loved sex as much as I did, and she never faked it. Her reaction to me was one hundred percent real every time.