Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: "Wiser Approach"

Aren barely had time to process the words before two fingers slid smoothly into her drenched entrance without warning.

"Ah— Caio!"

The sudden intrusion arched her back against the desk.

"Mm, yeah, Aren."

His free hand settled firmly over her stomach, holding her steady.

"You’ve made me come hard."

A teasing grin tugged at his lips.

"Now let me make you come even harder."

A third finger joined the first two, stretching her gently before settling into a firm, unhurried rhythm. Wetness coated every stroke so thoroughly that each thrust slid effortlessly through her tightening walls.

"Ahh... hah... Caio..."

Moan after moan spilled helplessly from her lips.

"Mmm... that feels so good..."

Every tightening flutter around his fingers told him she was nearing the edge.

His voice grew rough again.

"Yeah... That’s it, Aren. Moan for me. I love hearing you."

Lowering himself between her thighs once more, he buried his face against her soaked folds. His mouth closed over her clit as his fingers curled deep inside her, finding the sensitive place he knew so well.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Her fingers tangled desperately in his hair while trembling waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

The study was filled with nothing but her broken cries, their ragged breathing, and the wet sounds of his fingers driving into her slick pussy.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

At last, everything inside her gave way.

"Haaaaah— Caio!"

Her back struck the polished desk as climax crashed over her. Warm wetness burst from her body beyond her control, splashing directly across his waiting mouth.

Splurt.

Caio didn’t slow.

He continued lapping at her, savoring every trembling pulse that coursed through her body.

She felt his tongue gliding through her folds and heard the quiet, intimate sounds as he eagerly drank in every drop her climax offered.

No matter how many times he had done this, embarrassment still overwhelmed her.

"Mm... Caio..." she whispered uncertainly. "Why do you keep... um... drinking that...?"

He lifted his head just enough to brush a gentle kiss against the inside of her thigh.

"Because I love it," he murmured simply. "I drew it out of you."

The explanation did little to satisfy her curiosity. She genuinely couldn’t understand what there was to enjoy about the taste.

Gathering herself, she gently combed her fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to stand.

"Come... let’s have breakfast. You haven’t eaten, and I made you work so hard."

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he rose and captured her lips in a lingering kiss.

"I just ate plenty."

The teasing implication wasn’t lost on Aren. Heat flooded her cheeks at once, and she puffed out a tiny pout.

"That doesn’t count..."

Caio chuckled softly, unable to resist brushing several more kisses across her flushed cheeks.

"Alright," he said. "Let’s go eat that banana bread you’re so crazy about."

Then his gaze drifted slowly over her with unmistakable satisfaction. Reaching up, he wiped a small streak of his cum from her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"Though..." he murmured, "...I think we’d better head back to your suite and wash you up first."

Aren lowered her eyes to the front of her dress, then to the damp warmth between her legs soaking her ruined panties.

"Oh..."

Her blush deepened all over again.

"Yes..." she admitted quietly. "I suppose... we should wash first."

The next several minutes passed in quiet comfort as Caio gathered Aren into his arms, patiently helping her smooth the rumpled folds of their clothes.

Once every crease had been straightened as neatly as possible, he retrieved the paper bag and settled it carefully into her arms.

Lifting her effortlessly, he carried her from the study.

Outside, the estate seemed almost impossibly peaceful.

Morning sunlight streamed through the towering windows, casting long ribbons of gold across the polished marble floors as he carried her through the silent corridors.

Cradled securely against his chest, Aren studied his profile in thoughtful silence as they walked.

’Should I tell him about the Marchetti Trials this weekend?’

’Thought she’d hide that from me forever.’

’She’s talking like she’s some broke tenant living under my roof.’

’Meanwhile she’s carrying contracts worth several hundred million dollars across four Houses.’

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