The Mafia's Curvy Woman
By: Sam Crescent“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
He began to kiss down her stomach, and he spread her thighs. She didn’t fight him as he worked her, holding her open for his touch.
When his hands slid over her pussy, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. He stroked across her curls.
Her mother had advised her to completely shave it off, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that.
“Do you want the hair gone?” she asked.
“No. I like this.”
She cried out as he slipped a finger between her slit and touched her clit. That small touch was enough to have her coming off the bed.
Marco pressed a hand down on her stomach, keeping her in place. He moved down to her entrance and slid right back up to her clit, circling the bud.
“How does that feel?”
“Good.”
“Really good?”
“Yes.”
“It’s about to get a whole lot better.”
He moved between her thighs, and she’d read enough books to know what was coming next.
His tongue stroked across her clit, and she cried out, the instant pull of heat shocking her to her core.
She had touched herself many times, the books she’d read arousing her to the point she had no choice but to take care of herself. She was no stranger to an orgasm, but Marco touching her, licking her, it took the sensations to a whole new level, shocking her at just how amazing it felt.
He flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
Her orgasm was already starting to build as he worked her nub like a pro. Marco knew what he was doing, and as she got close, he kept up the same motions of teasing her, drawing her pleasure to the edge, until she was finally thrown over, and it left her breathless.
His name was like a mantra coming from her lips.
Marco wasn’t done. He moved up between her thighs, and she didn’t have time to come down from her orgasm before his cock slid between them, the tip of him bumping her clit.
“This is going to hurt. I’m not going to pretend this won’t be painful, but it will end.”
She nodded.
What could she say to him exactly? There was nothing to be said. Words were useless to her.
His cock went to her entrance, and she had imagined this moment so many times. She didn’t think it would be that painful, but as he slammed to the hilt, she was proven wrong. Marco didn’t take her slowly.
He tore through her virginity, claiming it in one hard thrust that had her screaming. He covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her.
She stared into his eyes as her pussy felt on fire from his deep possession. She couldn’t move. He was so big. It hurt a lot more than she anticipated. She didn’t know what to do.
“I’m so sorry. I wish it didn’t hurt. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
His hand was still over her mouth, but as the seconds passed, maybe even minutes now, the pain began to ebb away. Marco still didn’t move, and she was thankful of that. There was no way she wanted him to move right now.
From the books she’d read, she knew there was going to pain. It was considered part of the process, but to actually experience it, she didn’t want to feel pain of any kind again. She was a wimp when it came to hurting. She didn’t handle it well, and often cried. Her father would get angry because he hated to see any of his girls in pain.
Marco removed his hand, but she didn’t scream.
Tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes, but so long as she didn’t stop looking at Marco, everything was fine.
She could think and feel.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head. The pain was gone. All she felt now was full. Full, and strange. She wanted to move, but fear of what it might feel like held her back.
“Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own.
“One day, you’ll trust me.”
She had no idea what to say to him about that. This was all new, and in the back of her mind, she wondered if he’d send her back once he had his fun, or whatever this was.
Pushing those thoughts away, she focused on him.
He began to pull out, and she reached out, grabbing his waist.
“Does it hurt?”
