I can’t imagine Isabella telling them as they'll punish her too.
My fingers slide along her panties, discovering her sopping wet. All I want to do is drop to my knees and feast on her.
“Oh… that’s… oh… ”
“That’s what, Isabell?” My fingers work against her slick folds, and her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.
I want to mark her there, claim her as mine, but I hold back.
Instead, I circle her clit, applying pressure that makes her whimper.
“Good… that’s good.” She trembles in my arms.
Her hips buck wildly against my touch, seeking more pressure, more friction.
I give her what she needs, sliding one finger inside her tight heat while my thumb continues its assault on her clit.
"Alessandro!" She cries out my name as her pussy walls clamp down around my finger. My dick twitches in envy as her whole body shudders. I capture her mouth with mine to swallow her moans.
I continue stroking her through her climax, easing her down gently as aftershocks ripple through her.
When she finally stills, I withdraw my hand, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking.
Holy hell, she tastes delicious.
"You're beautiful when you come," I tell her.
Her cheeks flush. I run my thumb along her bottom lip, still swollen from my kisses.
"I can tell you're a virgin," I say, doing my best to not drop my pants and fuck her right there. "You're so tight. So responsive."
Her blush deepens, and she nods, unable to meet my eyes. "Does it bother you?”
“Hell no.” The thought that no man has touched her, that I'll be the only one to know her body this way, makes my cock throb even more painfully. "Knowing that my cock will be the first… the only inside that hot, wet pussy of yours, turns me on.”
She looks up then, her eyes searching mine. "Really?"
"Really. I can't wait to be inside you." Unable to help myself, my fingers find her pussy again.
Her breath hitches as I find her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm. "We don't have to wait.”
The suggestion sends a jolt of lust straight to my groin. I pull back slightly to look at her face.
"Isabella..."
"The contracts are signed. The arrangements are made." Her hands slide down my chest and she boldly cups my cock.
I can’t stop the reaction of grinding my dick against her hand. It’s a wonder I haven’t come in my pants yet, I’m so fucking hard.
Mafia men don’t have high morals.
But there is a code of honor.
There is a respect we’re expected to uphold toward Dons.
Fucking Isabella before our wedding would be the ultimate disrespect toward Don Vitale.
“You should have better than a quick fuck?—”
