Page 52 of Mafia Daddy's Christmas Bride

I rub my palm over her nipple, and a moan escapes her mouth. “Good, right?”

“Yes.” Her head drops back, exposing her lovely neck. I take advantage, kissing her there as I knead her tits, moving down until I suck her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.

Her body rocks, telling me she feels it to her pussy. Inwardly I groan, wishing I could sink into it but knowing I can’t. Not this time.

I undo the button and zipper of her jeans and slip my hand beneath the waistband of her jeans. She tenses momentarily.

"Okay?" I pause.

Isabella nods, biting her lower lip. She’s unsure, but at the same time, she wants this.

I continue my exploration, watching her face intently as I slide my finger between her folds. Her pussy is wet and my dick is eager to drive inside.

I gently massage her swollen clit.

“Oh!” Her breathing changes, how her hands clutch at my shoulders.

“Feel good?” I continue to make slow circles over her clit.

“Yes. Oh…”

I slide my finger lower, teasing her entrance.

“Roman…”

Hearing my name on her lips sends heat coursing through me, but I do my damnedest to ignore it.

"That's it," I encourage softly as she begins to tremble. My finger penetrates, her pussy gripping around it making my dick jealous. I withdraw, adding a second finger, pushing inside her.

I finger fuck her, watching as her pleasure builds and builds. It’s amazing how this guarded, brave, yet innocent woman is surrendering to me.

I tilt my fingers and use my thumb to brush over her clit.

“Oh, God!” She breaks, crying out as pleasure washes over her. I'm transfixed by the beauty of her release, the vulnerability she's showing me. This woman has every reason to fear me, and yet she’s given herself over to me. It feels like a gift I haven't earned.

As she comes back to herself, eyes opening to meet mine, I realize I'm perfectly content having given without taking.

Not that my dick doesn’t want a turn, but I don’t need it.

Something shifts in my chest, a feeling I haven't experienced since Emilia. It's dangerous, this softening toward Isabella, but watching her discover pleasure at my hands feels right in a way I can't explain.

“Are you okay?”

She nods, her embarrassment returning. “I… ah…”

“You’re beautiful when you come.” I hope the words will put her at ease. “Did you enjoy it?”

Her lips twitch upward. “Yes. But I…” She glances down at my dick, which twitches thinking it’s his turn. “What do I do to… you know…”

“You don’t need to do anything. This was about you.”

“But you haven’t?—”

“My dick will survive.” I help her put her clothes right.

Her hair is tousled from where my fingers tangled in it, her lips still pink from my kisses.

The sight of her like this, disheveled by pleasure I gave her, makes me want to take her to my bed and not come up for air until I’ve pumped every last bit of cum I have into her.