Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: "Wanna Touch It?"

Caio Sartori was anything but gentle or patient when it came to sex.

The fact that he still hadn’t taken Aren’s first time told him everything he needed to know about the extent of his restraint where she was concerned.

And the fact that he hadn’t simply bent her over the desk and pounded into her relentlessly after hearing that shy request for a kiss?

That bordered on supernatural self-control. A level of restraint he hadn’t known he possessed.

Unfortunately, frightening Aren away with the full force of his desire had never been an option. Not when Isidore Accardi and Jordan Marchetti were rivals he intended to surpass.

So instead, with hands that trembled despite himself, he lifted each of her thighs onto the desk until her feet rested against the polished wood, then gently parted her legs.

His palms drifted slowly along the smooth length of her thighs, nudging the hem of her dress higher and higher until her panties lay fully exposed beneath his gaze.

He considered taking them off.

’No.’

’Not yet.’

After everything she had put him through the previous night, making her wait a little felt almost fair.

Patiently, almost reverently, his fingers traced back up the insides of her thighs until they came to rest at the edge of her panties.

A shiver rippled through Aren’s body.

His fingertips hovered mere millimeters from slipping beneath the fabric to find the warm, slick folds already swollen with arousal.

"Caio?" she whispered against his lips, uncertainty softening her voice.

He answered only by kissing her again.

His tongue slid languidly against hers while his thumbs stroked slow, lazy circles across the front of her panties, gliding up and down without ever quite reaching the place she craved most.

The teasing quickly became unbearable.

Unable to help herself, Aren’s hips began to move of their own accord.

They rolled instinctively beneath his hands, chasing the pressure, silently begging his fingers to travel just a little farther until they finally reached her aching folds.

The pleasure never came.

Instead, his hands withdrew.

The sudden absence drew the smallest, disappointed sound from her throat.

His palms traveled upward instead, slipping beneath her dress until it reached the cups of her bra. With one practiced motion, he tugged the fabric down, freeing her breasts into his waiting hands.

"Impatient already?" he murmured against her lips, quiet amusement threading through his voice. "That’s unlike you."

Aren leaned back just enough for him to see the tiny pout forming on her face.

"Are you teasing me?"

"Maybe." His mouth found hers again before she could protest. "Consider it payback for making me sleep alone last night."

As though punctuating every word, his thumbs found her nipples, circling them with slow, deliberate strokes.

At the same time, he stepped closer until the hard length of his cock pressed firmly against her spread pussy, separated only by layers of clothing.

Aren’s entire body jerked.

She felt his hardness immediately.

She felt herself grow wetter just as quickly.

The slow grind of his hips dragged his cock repeatedly across her covered folds, each sending another pulse of friction straight to her clit.

Before long, the sensitive bud had stiffened visibly beneath the thin fabric of her panties.

"Hmm... mmm... Caio..."

Soft, helpless moans escaped into every kiss.

"You feel how hard I am?" he murmured, never slowing the rhythm of his hips. "That’s what being away from you does to me."

Aren nodded shyly.

She couldn’t fully comprehend the depth of that longing, but she wanted to understand it. More than anything, she wanted him to touch the place where she burned.

Almost unconsciously, the hands she’d been using to steady herself against the desk slid to his hips instead.

Her fingers curled around him, drawing him closer, silently asking for more — more pressure, more friction, more of his cock rubbing against her needy pussy.

The simple gesture made Caio freeze for the briefest instant.

Then a slow, crooked smirk spread across his face.

"God," he muttered hoarsely, "you really do know how to push me to the edge, don’t you?"

Before the final thread of his restraint could snap, he forced himself to step back, slipping free of her grasp.

Aren barely had time to register the loss.

In one fluid motion, he bent forward, buried his face between her thighs, and pressed his mouth directly against her clothed pussy.

"Hah— Caio!"

A sharp gasp tore from Aren as her back arched.

His tongue swept firmly upward over her panties, dragging from bottom to top in one slow, deliberate stroke.

A moment later, his mouth closed around the outline of her swollen clit through the damp fabric. He sucked gently before releasing it, only to repeat the motion with quiet patience.

"Mm... mm... ah..." Her words dissolved into uneven breaths. "Caio, that’s... very unfair."

He looked up at her without slowing.

"Says the girl who was grinding her pussy against my dick a few seconds ago."

The accusation sent a hot flush racing across Aren’s face.

Shy as she was, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of Caio kneeling between her thighs, his mouth still tormenting her through the thin, damp fabric of her panties.

"Ah... that’s... I..." she mumbled helplessly.

Ever since the first time he’d done this, he had spoiled her with the same intimate pleasure countless times while they lay curled together in bed.

But never — not once — had he teased her this mercilessly, deliberately keeping his tongue from touching her bare folds.

"What is it that you want, Aren?" he murmured, never pausing the slow torture of her clit. "Tell me."

The question only deepened her embarrassment.

’He’s making me say it...’

’He’s definitely teasing me...’

"I..." She struggled to force the words out. "I... want you to... lick me there."

A slow, amused smile curved Caio’s lips.

"I already am, aren’t I?"

She shook her head in tiny, frantic motions.

"Not... not like that..." Her cheeks burned hotter with every word. "I want you... directly... on me."

His smile widened.

The thumbs that had been lazily circling her nipples suddenly pinched and rolled them just firmly enough to draw a startled gasp from her.

Squelch.

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