Page 15 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

So fucking good.

I mumble something to that effect, my hand going to her head, not pushing, just guiding. She gags around me as she takes me deeper and I grunt as pleasure shoots through me.

Most women can’t deep throat me—don’t even try. She’s taking it like a champ.

Before my balls start to draw up, I tug her hair. She pouts more but stands up. “Not good?”

“Too fucking good,” I pant, pulling her closer and pushing her down on my bed.

She moans softly, her head falling back on my pillow, dark curls cascading across it.

She’s barefaced after her shower, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

I want to touch her, taste her. Everywhere.

I want to take my time with her but she’s already pressing her thighs together, her brown eyes dark with lust as she looks up at me.

Fuck me. She’s practically begging for it.

“Please, Dante.” Now she’sliterallybegging for it but I need to hear her say it.

“Please what,tesoro?”

“Fuck me,” she breathes, and I suppress a deep moan. It rattles in my chest. I slide my hand down between her thighs and find her slick and ready. She arches her back and rocks against my hand, desperate.

“Tell me you want me.” I don’t know why I need to hear it. I can see it all over her face, in her eyes when she looks at me, pupils blown. I can feel it in her body language, how she’s rocking against my hand.

“I want you so bad, Dante.”

I grunt, spreading her thighs impatiently and lining up, guiding myself into her slowly. I press into her, gritting my teeth because of how tight she grips me.

I’m fucking my best friend’s daughter, and all I can think of is how I want to stay inside of her forever

5

SAMANTHA

I try not to scream as Dante slowly pushes into me, inch by inch.

He’s bigger than anyone else I’ve ever been with, thicker and longer, too.

I wasn’t even sure that it would fit, but it feels unbelievable, stretching me out.

“Oh my God,” I gasp.

Dante’s more vocal than I thought: low, restrained moans, grunting, panting. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Fuck. I love it.” I spread my legs further, wanting him deeper, but he keeps up the pace with shallow thrusts. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

He blows out a breath, half-smiling. “You think this isgentle?”

“I’m not going to break.” I put my hands under my knees, spreading myself for him and he groans softly.

Finally, he thrusts deeper, and my manicured nails dig into his shoulders. He growls low in his throat and the sound sendspleasure rippling through me. His cock drags against a sweet spot and he grunts when I squeeze my eyes shut. “Tesoro.Look at me.”

I look up at him, struggling to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head.

“That’s it. Want you to look at me when I make you come.” He presses his thumb down on my clit as he snaps his hips into mine, and it’s all over.