The Mafia's Pet

Chapter 47

Diego

I've never enjoyed giving oral sex to women before. One has never been worthy of my mouth on them, but Vanessa is different. I haven't tasted her since our wedding night, and if I don't do it again soon, I think I'll lose my fucking mind.

I nestle my face between her legs, breathing in the sweet scent of her sex. It brings out a primal need in me and I helplessly begin to lap at her folds. She gasps, and her fingers entangle in my hair, holding me in place as though fearing I might stop at any moment, leaving her aching and unfulfilled.

But what she still doesn't grasp is that now she's more than just my pet. She's my queen, my fucking goddess. I am compelled to satisfy and worship every inch of her body.

I suck on her clit, massaging it firmly with my tongue. She whimpers, "Sir, please."

It's an indication that she's already close, but I'll make sure it's the hardest orgasm she's had so far. I easily slip two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out as I flick my tongue against her swollen bud.

"Fuck!" She grinds her pussy against my face, her sweet whimpers and moans, a symphony of pleasure, resonating through the room.

I hum in satisfaction. "That's it, Mama," I murmur. "Ride my face. Feed me your sweet cum."

With her body writhing with the impending orgasm, I firmly hold her down on the desk by her thighs, my tongue and fingers working at a relentless pace to finish her off. With one last flick of my tongue, she screams her release. Her grip on my scalp becomes painfully tight as her sweet nectar seeps into my mouth. I greedily swallow it all, savoring every delicious drop.

Drenched in a layer of sweat, her body starts to slump onto the desk, but I swiftly catch her, pulling her into my lap.

"Good fucking girl," I growl. Then, I grab the back of her neck and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. We kiss with fervor, nipping and sucking each other's lips until we're both breathless. Pulling away, I look at her flushed face. "You taste how good that pussy is, Mama?"

She blushes even more. "Y-Yes Sir."

Fucking shit.

I adjust my cock that is now punching at my zipper.

I could've fucked her by now, but I needed my shoulder to recover further. The day after our arrival, the wound reopened, and though it didn't trouble me, she panicked at the sight of blood. I won't subject her to further trauma. When she finally gives me her virginity, I want her to focus solely on the pleasure I'll provide.

"Did you enjoy that?" I ask, licking my lips. I can still smell and taste her pussy, and I hope it doesn't fade away anytime soon. Or better yet never.

"Yes," she breathes. "It was just...unexpected. Like in the bathroom at the church. Danny mentioned it a while ago that you don't usually do stuff like this."

"I don't, but that was before I met you," I admit.

Her cheeks flush with a deeper shade of red, leaving her visibly speechless.

"I know I've been occupied the last few days, so I want to prepare dinner for you tonight, and we can dine on the beach," I continue, observing her reaction closely. "Does that sound like something you'd enjoy?"

Her grey eyes sparkle as she nods. "Yes."

A gentle smile tugs at the edges of my mouth. "Excellent. Go get dressed and I'll have Danny call you when it's ready."

Our first date.

I'm actually looking forward to this.

She attempts to hide her excitement, but I notice the subtle bounce in her step as she slips off my lap and exits my office.