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"Do you want more, Mrs. Sante?" Moan, shudder, gasp.
"Yes, Daddy Don." I still, my hand around the dildo squeezing as her words snatch my control.
"What did you say?" Her eyes fly open, but what she sees on my face does not scare her. She circles her hips, trying to force more of thedildo in.
"I said, yes?" she smiles sweetly, knowingly playing with me.
The shocked expression on her face when my hand hits the right lobe of her ass is replaced with ecstasy as she screams out.
"Don't play games with me, Mrs. Sante. What." Smack. "Did." Smack. "You." Smack. "Say." Smack.
She is on the verge of an orgasm, her cream dripping onto the sheets below as she squirms. Her gaze meets mine, a challenge in her eyes.
"Daddy Dom." Her words unfreeze my hand and I shove the dildo into her more than willing cunt, fucking it into her hard and fast while I smack her ass.
“Oh my,” Lily moans, her orgasm making her body pull tight as it approaches.
I lean forward, my chest against her back while I fuck her relentlessly with the dildo. My hand finds its perfect place around her neck, and when I whisper the command in her ear for her to come, she falls apart, spasming under me as her pleasure wracks her small body.
As I guessed, my woman is perfect for me. Big is what she likes, and it is precisely what I will give her. Over and over again until all she knows is my cock and my come.
Chapter 35
Lily
The most powerful orgasm of my life has not had a chance to fully dissipate before my limp body is flipped over. The sight of Dominico's tongue dragging along the side of the large dildo as he laps up the result of my orgasm draws a shocked gasp from me. Not the first, and if the evening so far is anything to go by, it certainly won’t be the last. He throws the object on the bed beside me, running his tongue along his bottom lip all the while staring at me with a desire I cannot comprehend.
I’ve never had a sexual partner like this before. One who puts my needs before their own. If this is what sex is like, then I’ve definitely been missing out. Every cell in my body is singing. Moving. Sparking. I’m alive.
The cool breeze from the beach is welcome against my overly heated skin. The scorching inferno caused by not only the massage and orgasm minutes ago but also Dominico’s gaze drifting over my sensitized skin makes me wonder if I will survive this. Survive Dominico.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,il mio fiorellino, of fucking you. I’ve never had a woman before who can comfortably handle my size, but something tells me you will take me just perfectly,” he growls, and I shiver. I’m not even afraid. I’m so excited and turned on thinking of him splitting me in two, that jealousy of another woman being in this position before me is luckily overshadowed. Does that make me crazy?
“The fact that my words are making you wetter confirms that you, Lily Sante, are ideal in every way for me. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”
I’m speechless. How does a man who has killed people, who is one of the most powerful alpha males in the world, make little old me feel as invincible? As valuable. As special. As strong?
It’s starting to seep into the place where the little voice telling me I’m not good enough lives. Slowly, that voice is becoming dimmer and more indiscernible. It's been happening incrementally since meeting Dominico.
“Are you ready for me, Mrs. Sante?” Dominico smirks as he hooks his arms under my legs and pulls me toward the end of the bed, where he is standing. His stiff cock is making my mouth dry.
“Up. Hands on the pole.” He points to the black metal pole of the canopy directly above me.
I scramble up, the cool metal under my hands adding to the excitement.
Dominico hooks my legs over his forearms, a squeak leaving me as I dangle from the pole. He is holding most of my weight, his muscular arms bunching under my thighs as he moves me into position. I’ve never been taken like this before, and just thinking of how absolutely deep and penetrating this angle will be gets my juices flowing. I want this so badly that I can barely contain myself.
He lowers me, and I can feel him at my entrance, drawing a moanfrom me.
“I can feel how excited you are to be fucked by my big cock, Lily. Your juices are dripping down my shaft, little flower.” Oh my god. His filthy words, so clearly spoken in the silence of the night, send a shiver down my spine to join with the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach. An orgasm is building, and he isn’t even inside me yet. I was about to be fucked by the Don of the Mafia. My husband. Dominico. “Daddy Dom.”
“Say it again.” Dominico’s eyes are slits, the lethal look in their depths, coupled with the way his hands are deliciously squeezing my ass, tells me that I shouldn't play games with him right now. Nor do I want to. I'm as eager for him to be inside me as he is.
“Daddy Dom." The slow smile that splits his face as he lowers me onto his cock is magnificent. I will never forget this moment. Ever. It is seared into my memory as fully as his cock is being impaled into my slowly stretching pussy. But I need more. I need him to stop treating me like I can't handle him. I can.
“It feels so good," I hesitate, the look on his face displaying his surprise at my vocalization of how he makes me feel. I am hoping that my words have the same impact on him as his do on me. Perhaps I can push him to lose control.
"The way your big cock is stretching me, filling me, it's delicious Dominico. I want more. I need more.”
