Page 136 of Dirty Mafia King

“Inside me. I don’t mean in my palm.”

She’s dreamed about me inside her since Italy?

“You on the pill?”

She hesitates, like she dreads answering. Like suiting up even matters at this point. “No.”

I always use condoms and never forget to examine them for holes before rolling one on. Not since I was a teenager, after a leaky condom turned me into a father.

I’ve never been bare inside a woman.

“It jumped.”

“What?”

She softly smiles. “Your bull jumped in my hand.”

I press my fingers against her folds. She’s dripping with excitement.

Wet, and waiting.

Mine.

“Time to make my little cock-slut’s dreams come true.” I tug her forward and angle her body, my fat crown dragging across her clit.

She shivers.

That’s right. My bull is coming, baby. And I’m putting it right where it belongs.

“Anchor your thighs to my hips.”

My pulse pounds as she obeys. She’s nervous, as she should be. I enjoy rough sex, and mixing pain and pleasure. Eight inches deep and driving home without mercy. Breaking in an innocent like her never held much appeal until now.

Now I’m fucking shaking with anticipation.

But her first time shouldn’t be about pain.

I nudge into her entrance.

Fuck. FUCK.

I lean forward and kiss her forehead. “Three shallow strokes, then I’m in. Capisci?”

She nods. Brave little minx.

“And then I’m fucking you.”

I push deeper, and she gasps.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“You’re so freaking tight, Alessia. And I can’t wait to be inside you.” My voice is thick with gravel. “But it’s going to hurt, capisci?”

“Please stop worrying,” she bursts out, “and fuck me already.”

My lips curl. But my smile vanishes after I draw out and slide back in, her walls squeezing around me. Cristo, she feels amazing. No way I’ll last long.

“Yes,” she pants. “Fill me up, Bastian. Make me yours.”