Every Mafia's Favorite Girl

Never before had Aren touched anything quite like this.

The head of Caio’s erection was smooth, taut, and faintly slick beneath her fingertips.

As her hand traveled farther down the shaft, she felt its growing warmth, along with the subtle, unmistakable pulse of blood thrumming beneath the skin.

Caio held his breath the entire time her complete attention remained fixed on his hard, aching cock.

Both of her hands now encircled him, exploring him with innocent, unguarded curiosity.

Her small, uncertain fingers glided slowly from tip to base, then back again, lingering over the prominent veins before venturing lower to brush lightly against his tight, heavy balls.

"It’s very warm," Aren murmured, her voice filled with quiet fascination. "And... very hard too."

A soft laugh escaped Caio.

"It’s like that because of you."

His larger hand enveloped hers, his voice dropping into a low, coaxing murmur.

"Wanna know the right way to touch me?"

It took Aren only a heartbeat to nod.

"Yes," she whispered earnestly. "I’d very much like to."

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Let me show you."

Patiently, he adjusted her grip before guiding her hand into a slow, deliberate stroke along the length of his cock.

"Here..." he murmured. "Like this, Aren."

Aren watched every movement with complete concentration, studying the way his hand directed hers.

One firm stroke upward, feeling every inch of him, followed by a smooth glide back down before repeating the motion.

"Up... and down..." she whispered thoughtfully. "Like this?"

Caio didn’t answer immediately.

To him, the sensation was almost unbearably intoxicating.

Her strokes were clumsy and uneven, born entirely of inexperience. Somehow, that only made them more devastating.

The irregular rhythm made his cock ache even more fiercely in her grasp. Instead of easing the pressure, it left him chasing the pace his body craved.

"Like that, Aren," he managed at last, swallowing hard. "But... don’t just copy my hand. Feel my rhythm. Let it guide you."

As though demonstrating the movement he longed to make with his cock inside her, the two fingers buried deep within her pussy resumed their slow, deliberate strokes.

At first, they moved gently.

Then steadily.

The renewed rhythm sent another shudder coursing through Aren’s body.

"Mmm... hmm... Caio..."

Every measured thrust of his fingers into her pussy made it increasingly difficult for her to focus on the heavy weight in her hands.

"Better?" he asked, his voice rougher now. "Just feel how my fingers move in and out of you."

"Hm... yes..." she breathed unevenly. "I’m trying... but... but you’re... you’re making me..."

Something darker flickered behind his eyes.

"Making you what?"

She bit down on her lower lip.

"You’re... making it difficult... for me to focus."

A slow smile spread across his face.

Watching her struggle to stroke his cock while her own body steadily surrendered to pleasure was somehow the most obscene thing he had ever witnessed.

Rather than slowing, he increased the pace of his fingers.

"Hmm... um... ah... Caio... please..." she pleaded softly. "I... I can’t focus..."

The last thread of his patience stretched dangerously thin beneath those breathless little sounds.

He gently lifted her hand away from his cock, drawing a puzzled look from her.

"Leave it to me, Aren," he said hoarsely. "Let me show you instead."

Slowly, his fingers withdrew from her pussy, leaving her folds fluttering around the sudden emptiness.

Instead of stepping away, he moved closer. The thick length of his cock settled against her wet folds.

Aren shivered the instant she felt him there. Her eyes drifted downward instinctively.

Only now, with him resting directly against her body, did she fully appreciate just how large he truly was. The flushed head lay against her lower stomach, reaching nearly to her navel.

’If that replaced his fingers...’

’...and went inside me...’

The thought struck with such sudden force that heat flooded her cheeks.

Caio noticed both her blush and exactly where she was looking.

A knowing smile crossed his face.

"You know what I want more than anything right now?"

Without giving her time to answer, he began rolling his hips with slow, deliberate intent. His cock glided through her slick folds, coating itself in her arousal without yet pushing inside.

Aren whimpered immediately.

The sensitive flesh around her clit still throbbed from his relentless teasing.

"W-What... is it?" she asked, barely managing to meet his eyes.

His answer came in a rough whisper.

"I wanna bury my cock inside you."

His gaze darkened.

"I wanna feel you squeezing it every single time I move."

The blunt confession painted vivid images inside Aren’s mind.

Though she couldn’t truly imagine the sensation, every word deepened the warmth spreading through her body.

"Then..." she asked timidly, "...why don’t you?"

His expression softened at once.

His eyes drifted to the fading bruises still visible on her face.

"Because I told you."

His thumb brushed gently across her cheek.

"I’ll wait until these heal."

The reminder filled Aren with an immediate pang of guilt.

Leaning into the warmth of his hand, she offered him a soft smile.

"I understand..." she whispered. "I’ll wait too."

A deep, satisfied smile spread across Caio’s face.

"Good girl."

His hips began moving again.

"Now..." His lips curved into a broader smile. "Let me show you a little of how I like it."

Without further explanation, both of his hands slipped behind her spread legs before gently bringing them together. Her knees pressed against one another while her feet came to rest over his shoulders.

The new position wrapped the warmth of her thighs snugly around the length of his cock. Tight, delicious friction surrounded him with every slow movement, almost perfectly mimicking the sensation he craved.

Just as importantly, each measured thrust pressed the underside of his cock firmly against her clit whenever his hips rolled forward.

Aren felt the difference immediately.

"Hm... mm... Caio..."

Her features softened beneath unfamiliar waves of pleasure.

"That’s... that’s very new..."

His smile widened at her reaction.

Holding both of her legs securely with one arm, he gradually increased the rhythm of his hips.

"I told you," he said, his voice growing rougher with every thrust. "We’re going to try something new every time."

As though that weren’t enough, his free hand slipped beneath her dress once more, finding one of her nipples with practiced ease before giving it a slow, deliberate tug.

The sensation drew another helpless moan from Aren’s lips, each breathless cry growing louder as the relentless friction against her clit denied her even a moment’s reprieve.

Every shameless little sound pushed Caio closer to the edge of reason.

His hips drove harder between her tightly pressed thighs, his cock gliding through the warm, slick cradle with increasingly desperate thrusts.

"You like it, Aren?" he asked, satisfaction curling into a crooked smile as he watched pleasure unravel every trace of composure from her face.

"...Yes... ahh... hah... yes..." she gasped, her voice splintering as another slow tug on her nipple sent a fresh wave of sensation through her. "I love it... I love it, Caio..."

"God," he groaned, his rhythm growing rougher with every thrust. "I’m losing it... fuck... I’m losing it fast."

Even through the haze clouding her thoughts, Aren caught the meaning of his words. She blinked up at him, her expression dazed with pleasure.

"Wha... what do you mean... losing it?"

A crooked smirk answered her confusion.

"You’ll see."

He bent to press a lingering kiss against her calf before breathing another ragged curse against her skin.

"Fuck, I’m close... seeing you like this..."

With that confession, his pace quickened again.

Her arousal coated the length of his cock until every thrust became smoother, slicker, more intoxicating than the last.

Gradually, Aren felt the changes overtaking him.

She felt the mounting tension in every muscle, the tightening grip around her calf, the hand cupping her breast squeezing just hard enough to blur pleasure with a sharp sting.

’This is... so... intense...’

’Is this... the rhythm he likes?’

The thought alone sent fresh heat rushing through her body.

’If he were inside me... moving like this... how intense would it feel?’

She never had the chance to ponder the question.

The last of her focus melted away as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her calf, biting down in a haze of pure pleasure.

At last, one final powerful thrust shattered every ounce of restraint he had left.

His entire body jerked violently as a deep, ragged groan tore free from his chest, his head falling back while pleasure crashed over him.

"Hng—"

Before Aren fully understood what she was witnessing, thick streams of white spilled from the swollen tip of his cock in powerful pulses.

Each spurt splashed across the front of her dress, while several warm drops landed against her cheek.

Her eyes widened with startled fascination.

’He’s spilling out so much...’

’Just like I did... when he made me lose my mind.’

A shy warmth spread across her face.

’Does that mean... I made him feel that good?’

Unable to find the words, she reached for the hand still wrapped firmly around her breast, stroking it gently as though to comfort him through the aftershocks rippling across his body.

"Caio?" she asked softly. "Are you... alright?"

Caio was still fighting the tremors wracking his chest. A rough laugh escaped him between heavy breaths.

"I’m more than alright," he replied, his hand drifting in a slow caress along her thigh.

Carefully lowering her legs from his shoulders, he spread them apart once more.

His gaze settled on her soaked folds with unmistakable hunger, desire rekindling almost as quickly as it had subsided.

"But you’re not alright yet."

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