Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: "Something New Everytime"

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.

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."