Sophie 15.
I am a firm believer that you can learn something new every day if you are open to the possibilities. And more often than not, lessons about ourselves abound if you are willing to reflect.
For instance, in the last few weeks, I have learned that arm porn is far more potent than I ever believed, I take great pleasure in torturing those close to me, I love Desidario Diaz with my whole being, and I apparently have a “dad” kink.
I don’t want to call him daddy, I mean watching him play with his nieces and nephews, roughhousing, hearing his genuine laughter, and feeling the love, open and unafraid, they bear their uncle…
I should not be wet, and my nipples should not ache just being in the same room as his manly display.
He isn’t showing off hard-earned muscles, or miles of tan skin, or the impressive cock he wields like he’s got a black belt in female pleasure.
Dario, devoted brother and uncle and nephew is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He has proven in these past weeks together who he is at his core and he’s fucking beautiful, inside and out. He possesses more heart than a mafia man would ever want to admit. But I see it, I see him.
Out of breath with a glorious smile, Dario plops down next to me on the big cushy couch in the entertainment room. He grabs a controller before resting back against the couch and turning that potent smile my way. I swallow hard at how unburdened he looks. Did I do that to him?
“Alright, mi tentación, teach me how to play this damn game you and my brother love so much.”
“It isn’t just your brother. We’ve infected the entire family…are you our next victim?” I tap my fingertips together and offer him a wicked grin.
The family gathers around as I show him how it’s done. He gets the hang of it quickly, it’s not difficult, just mindless fun. At one point he has us all laughing when he starts yelling at the customers on the screen for getting in his way and accuses them of being stingy for the low tips.
I lose interest after a while, my pussy so wet I’d be surprised if there isn’t a damp spot beneath me on the couch.
I toss my controller on the coffee table, lift my leg over his thighs and straddle him…
and come face to face with my sister-friend.
Desi glares at me from the pool table where she and Oleg started a game not long ago.
Right. Don’t have sex in front of your man’s brother and sister and impressionable youth.
Dario’s hands are cupping my ass, grinding me down on his cock with a hungry growl. Leaning down, I nibble on his ear and whisper, “We need to go to your room, or Desi will make eunuchs of us both.”
And I’m airborne. I’m laughing so hard as he stomps out of the room, Oleg and Desi covering the eyes of the kids even though they are smiling happily at us. Dario’s hand slips between my legs and presses firmly on my clit, drawing a long moan from me.
“So, flowers, perfume, and designer handbags don’t do it for you, but playing Overcooked does?”
“Not exactly.” How does he expect me to talk right now?
I’m a ball of tightly wound arousal and if he doesn’t start unraveling it I’m going to combust. “Spending time with me, showing interest in something I’m passionate about, that does it for me.
Hearing you laugh with your family, watching the love you all share so openly exchanged… unguarded and happy Dario is potent.”
He makes quick work of my clothing once we are in his bedroom.
I haven’t been here before, but now isn’t the time for a tour.
All I can see is him. I’m tingly all over and my breathing grows erratic with every piece of clothing he removes from his person.
Tattoos and tan skin over hard muscles. Lifting me once again, with his hands under my thighs, he crawls onto the massive bed and lays me gently in the center.
I tug on his hair when he starts shifting down my body. “Weeks of foreplay, Dario. I’m wetter than the Atlantic Ocean, fuck me.” His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow, his hungry gaze running up and down my body, lingering on my pussy and tits.
I spread my legs wide in invitation, shivering at his deep growl.
He positions himself between them, lines himself up, and snaps his hips.
One second I’m whole, and then next I’m splintering apart from the breadth and length of his cock and the force with which he takes me.
No mercy, no moment to acclimate. He fucks me fast and hard, snapping and snarling as he nips at my skin.
“You don’t need a guy who fucks well enough, you need a man who fucks you right.
Thoroughly.” He slides his hands under my back, curling his fingers around my shoulders.
His grip tightens, holding me still and forcing me to take every powerful thrust between my thighs.
The pressure in my lower belly and behind my clit builds.
“Who takes control of your tight body and bends you to his will. You need me. You’ve been searching for me.
Waiting for me to find you and show you what your body is capable of, the heights of pleasure you never dared to dream existed.
The mafia princess might have been content with well enough, but my queen is hungry for more. ”
“I’m hungry for you,” I whisper hoarsely seconds before my orgasm obliterates me. My neck arches, and every muscle locks up tight as that pressure finally explodes.
“That’s it, Soph. FUCK!” He gentles me as I come down, slowing his pace, kissing me until I run out of oxygen. Dario looks me in the eye and gives me a devastating smile. “My queen. Mi reina.”
Cinching my legs around him, I roll to the side and he obliges.
On his back, he gazes up at me with so much adoration and reverence and awe.
I situate myself on top of him, his pulsing cock still filling me up, even more so from this angle.
I press my chest to his and cup his face.
“My king. Meyn kenig.” His eyes light up in recognition of the words I gave him not long ago.
“I love you, Sophie.”
“I love you, too, Dario.” The time for hard and fast has passed.
Sitting upright, I rest my hands on his chest and rock my pelvis, feeling him alight my every nerve ending.
Pleasure rockets up my spine, centering in my nipples and clit.
My pace is less frenzied than his, but I take him deep, hold him there and squeeze, before slowly lifting until just the blunt head remains inside me and do it all again.
His hands explore the curves of my body, teasing my nipples and grazing my clit.
I enjoy the ride, another climax building. I feel sexy and invincible, the way he watches me has giddy excitement swirling with arousal for a potent combination that feels heady. My release washes over me, my rhythm stuttering and my nails digging into the hard flesh of his chest.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “One more, mi tentación. Take me with you.” I move a little faster, the punishing grip of his hands on my waist pulling me on and off his cock as it swells inside me.
My tits bounce, my hair wild, as my back arches.
I pinch and tug and roll my nipple, my other hand at my clit, rubbing maddening circles with exquisite pressure.
“Fuck. Fuck. Love you. Cum. Cum for me, Sophie.” He sits up, changing the angle, his body curling around mine as he takes my mouth roughly.
I scream into the kiss, trembling in his arms at the intensity of my third orgasm.
Warmth floods my pussy, his cock twitching as he releases.
He is the only man that has ever cum inside me.
Thankfully, I had the forethought to have our family doctor give me a birth control shot while I was home for the weddings.
But I want children one day…with Dario. I want a lifetime of memories filled with him.
“Marry me.” His raspy voice tickles my ear, my body flush with his, my head buried in his neck.
“Damn.” I inhale deeply trying to calm my breathing. Three orgasms so close together and a marriage proposal right after declaring our love for the first time while he pummels me with his pocket battering-ram. That’s a lot to process. “My pussy is better than I thought.”
He smacks my ass, his chest rumbling with laughter beneath me. “Hush, woman. Marry me.”
It isn’t a question, but I would expect nothing less from el jefe. “You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
I lift myself up to look him in the eye. My breath stalls from the seriousness of his expression. He isn’t fucking around. The love that stares back at me is overwhelming in the best way.
“Yes!” Our mouths fuse and we roll around the bed, laughing and moaning and kissing like randy teenagers…or a couple in love.
When we calm down, I lay with my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His left arm lazily trails up and down my back, while his right toys with my nipple and occasionally caresses my thigh thrown over his stomach, teasing my pussy.
“Tovah’s gonna pitch an epic fit.” His hands stop, the one on my thigh grips me tight.
“Why? Does she not approve of us—”
“She does. She’s quite happy for me.”
“Then why would she be upset?” He has so much to learn about my best friend and cousin. Good thing we have a lifetime together.
“She’s gonna be mad because I’m the queen of anything, let alone a crime syndicate, and she’s not.”
“But she is.” I turn my head and rest my chin on his chest to stare at him. “She’s married to The Pharoah…she’s the queen of the underworld.”
Maybe he does understand her. Why that makes me so happy, I don’t know. In the blink of an eye, our life together plays out like a movie montage in my head. It’s going to be incredible, if not a little bloody and violent. Such is the life of a mafia couple.
“Oh, yeah. Good point. Queen of the Dead…that’s more her style.”