Both of us groan at the same time.
I'm a mess between my thighs, and there's no way for me to hide it. He pushes my panties to the side and slides a thick finger over my slit. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning.
"You're allowed to like it, little bird," he says. "It's okay for you to enjoy being touched by a corruptmafioso."
When his hand brushes against my clit, I nearly implode. My breasts feel so heavy. I can feel his cock getting even bigger.
"You say that you don't want me, but your body sure knows what it wants," he growls from behind me. "This sweet cunt sure knows who it belongs to."
His crude words should offend me, but they only make me ache more. They only make me want him more.
"Admit it, little bird," he says. "My darkness turns you on. You know that only a man like me can make your darkest fantasies come true. You know that only someone like me can use you like a rag doll and then kiss you like a princess after."
He cups one of my breasts and gives it a rough squeeze.
"I'm going to teach you how to take care of a man,piccola," he says. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."
He tugs on my nipple and plays with my clit at the same time.
I hear voices from the street below. It's a group of tourists, all of them men. The restaurant is located about a hundred feet above sea level, so they're a good distance away.
They glance up at Dante and me. I suck in a breath. It's impossible to hide what we're doing.
It’s impossible to hide the way I flush with my entire body.
"You like being watched," Dante muses out loud. "Do you want to give them a show?"
I shake my head and try to move away, but he's too strong. I can feel the men watching, even though I try not to look at them.
"This pussy never lies to me," he says. "And it tells me that you like being looked at. You like being admired."
It feels so indecent, but he's right.
It does turn me on.
I barely recognize myself. I've never craved anything like this before. I don't understand why I enjoy this older man speaking dirty things into my ear while he touches me wherever he wants.
"They can watch all they want, but this pussy ismine," he says. "But you already know that, don't you, little bird? It's the reason you get wet on command for me. It's the reason your cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink every time I look at you."
He tugs down the front of my dress until my breasts nearly spill out. And then I hear his zipper coming undone. A rush of heat seizes me when I feel his cock against my bare ass.
"I can't resist the temptation anymore,piccola," he says. "You're so sweet and soft for me. It's a miracle I resisted you last night. You were begging for this.”
He drags his hard length along the length of my slit. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. He feels like velvet wrapped around steel, and feeling him bare against me makes my eyelids turn heavy. There's a groan from deep inside his chest as he starts rocking against me, using my body for his pleasure.
"God, angel," he says. "You like being manhandled, don't you?"
The violent drives of his hips make me rise on my tiptoes. He has one of his arms branded tightly across my chest, keeping my breasts in place. He continues playing with my clit as he rubs up against me.
"So sweet for me," he says. "So perfect. Nobody's going to blame me when I breed you on our wedding night. You're so ripe for it."
The image of his man pinning me to a bed with his cock buried deep inside me is what tips me over the edge.
"Scream for me, angel," he orders. "Let the world know how much you like grinding against my big cock."
My release builds inside me like a volcano. I have no choice but to shatter exactly how he wants me to. My throat is hoarse by the time the pleasure ebbs.
"Good girl," he praises, kissing the side of my neck. "You look so beautiful when you come."
