Danger (Mafia Ties Book 2)(15)

Her mossy-green eyes heated, and I swallowed a moan as I realized she was aroused by the comment. “Hmmm, seems my sweet little innocent wants to get dirty. Is that what you want, mia dolce? For me to smack your pretty little ass before I fuck you until you scream so loud they’ll hear you in Brooklyn?”

She sucked in a quick breath and her cheeks flushed, a mixture of shyness and desire. It was impossible not to kiss her, but I kept my lust at bay, mindful that Sophia would appear at any moment.

The thought must have conjured her up because she skipped into the room happily. When she saw me holding Gianna in my arms, she smiled widely and launched herself at us. “Group hug!” she squealed. I burst into laughter and held both my girls close, love spilling from my overly full heart.

After a picnic in the park, we spent the evening, just the three of us, watching a movie and snuggling on the couch. Halfway through, Sophia fell asleep curled into Gianna’s side, and I scooped her into my arms and took her to her room. Together, we changed her into pajamas and tucked her into her pink, princess bed.

I loved spending time with my daughter, but it was time to collect Gianna’s debt from the morning. Taking her hand, I led her into our bedroom and shut the door. Then I walked swiftly to the closet and rummaged around in a bag of silk and lace I’d purchased earlier in the week. Finding what I was looking for, I went back into the room and tossed it to her.

“Put this on, mia dolce.”

She glanced down at the garment in her hands and her mouth dropped open into a little O. The adorable blush I loved so much infused her face as she scurried towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I stripped down to my black boxer briefs and waited, impatiently, for her to return. After a few minutes, I padded over to the door and knocked lightly.

“Come out, mia dolce.”

“No,” she squeaked.

“Now, Gianna,” I commanded impatiently. I was hanging by a thread, ready to bust through the door and fuck her. But I wanted to see my cock disappearing between her pink lips even more. “Every minute you make me wait is another minute I’ll make you beg me to let you come,” I threatened gruffly.

The door finally cracked open, and I pushed it in all of the way, forcing her to step around it and into my line of vision.

Holy fucking shit.

The lacy, pale pink teddy clung to her every curve, the top lifting her magnificent tits up like an offering. The front got more narrow as it moved southward and by the time it reached her pussy, it was only enough to lie between the lips, getting drenched by the wetness already dripping from her sex. I twisted my finger in a circle, indicating I wanted her to spin for the full effect. She turned and my breath caught as the two large, silk straps crossed on their way down her back, attaching to a G-string, showing off her incredible ass. She was my every fantasy come true.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered in awe. My reaction seemed to give her a little more confidence, and she sauntered past me into the bedroom.

I was on fire and so fucking desperate. Stalking to the bed, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the ground. Then I took her hand and helped her to lower down onto her knees. I slid my underwear down, hissing when it caught on the tip of my rigid and aching cock. Gianna eyed my length hungrily and licked her lips, the sight of her pink tongue causing me to leak even more pre-come. I took my cock in hand and positioned myself directly in front of her.

“Open, bellissima.”

Gianna obediently opened her mouth, and I guided the glistening tip of my cock around her lips, my blood thickening at the sight. Her tongue snaked out to lick the tip and I groaned. Unable to wait any longer, I began to feed her my cock, breathing deeply with every inch, fighting to keep from coming.

“That’s it, bellissma,” I gritted out. “Keep going. Take it—oh fuck that feels good.” Finally, I bumped the back of her throat and held still to revel in the feel of her hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick. We’d worked on her gag reflex, and she took all ten inches like it was made for her. “Lick it,” I directed softly. Her tongue swirled around the head, pressing against the slit at the top, and letting it go with a pop so she could run her tongue along the bottom vein. I shuddered in pleasure and drove my fingers into her hair, clenching and tilting her head back again. “Suck it, Gianna. Hard,” I directed, my voice becoming rougher. Taking me to the back once again, she did as she was told, hollowing out her cheeks and milking my cock with deep pulls. “Oh fuck yes,” I groaned, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. Her head began to bob up and down as she hummed around me, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity straight through me.