I rubbed her clit faster and harder, forcing her to ride it out. Letting go of her hands and giving her a look that ensured she wouldn’t try that again, she fisted the sheets instead.
Moving up the mattress, I brought my hand to her pussy and slowly pushed two fingers inside of her tight, wet entrance. Francesca bit her lip, a desperate groan not making it out of her throat. Starting to finger-fuck her, I matched the pace by circling her clit with the same hand’s thumb.
Her mouth fell open as she tightened around my fingers’ girth. I growled in response, moving my hand hard and fast. High pitched, soft screams escaped my new wife, one after the other.
“That’s it. Let it out, baby.”
When I pressed my thumb down on her clit, her hands came up, digging into the sides of my body. Then, she held my eye contact as she came; soaking my fingers and cutting flashes across the sides of my abdomen. I didn’t stop until she was shaking.
“Four…” Francesca barely managed to get out.
Finally, I let off, letting her fall back on the bed.
Taking my hand off her clit, but not pulling out, I climbed over her, my muscles flexing with every move. Her eyes followed me until our mouths met on instinct.
My tongue battled with hers, stroking and rolling until I dominated the kiss and she let me kiss her until we both couldn’t breathe anymore. Then, we were kissing again and talking in the small pauses, against each other’s lips.
“Four orgasms… We’re almost half way there, baby.”
“Oh, my God…”
My free hand wrapped around her throat, holding her close. “What do you say,Donna?”
“Thank you, Daddy…”
“That’s right. You’re welcome,mi amor. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”
Another kiss that made me weak for her; lost in the way she felt against my body.
“How are you doing with all of this? Everything okay for you?”
“Perfect,” Francesca whispered back in a kiss, holding my face in her hands.
A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I started stroking my thick fingers inside her again. My other hand left her throat, fisting her hair and pulling her as fucking close as I could.
“You like getting finger-fucked by your Capo,Donna?” I snarled.
“Sì,mio Capo,” Francesca growled back, equally hungry, hands on either side of my face.
“Fuck. Talk dirty in Italian to me.”
“Mi stai facendo impazzire.”
“Fuck… More.”
“Amo il modo in cui ti senti.”
“Mhm…”
“Non ne ho mai abbastanza!”
“Goddamn…” I groaned loud, my hard cock aching for release, but wanting hers more. “Come for your Capo,Donna.”
Francesca’s moans turned to screams when I arched my fingers up, making me slam my mouth to hers in order to keep us quiet. I helped her ride it out, our faces close, our lips pressed together, my tongue taking every sound of pleasure from her.
When we pulled away and I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, her fingers brushed through my hair, holding onto me anywhere she could. “Five…”
Turning my face towards her, I leaned in and nipped her ear, earning a shiver. “How about you take charge now,Donna?”
