Page 40 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I gasp and move to scramble off him, but he holds me in place and lifts a surprised brow. “Where do you think you’re going?” he rasps.

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t see-”

He slams his lips against mine. I’m immediately silenced, and he readjusts his hips.

“The pain is worth every bit of this pleasure,” he grunts, against my lips, before pushing deeper into me. “You feel so fucking good.”

There’s that throaty voice I like when he’s inside me…cock in my pussy, skin against skin, our heartbeats in sync.

I moan loudly when he starts moving. One hand grips my waist and pounds into me. The other wraps around my neck. My mind goes blank, my moans building up to a crescendo.

“You like this cock, don’t you?” Ezra demands.

Steadying one hand on his free shoulder and the other on his back, I start to bounce in tandem with his movements.

His eyes narrow on my breasts as his face contorts into one of pleasure. This position feels good. Every inch of him is hitting my spot and—

Suddenly a slap on my ass resonates through the room. “I asked you a question,” he growls.

I struggle to remember what it is, and when I do, I waste no time in responding. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I moan. “Yes, I- I like your cock.”

We’re both panting, our bodies moving with the squeaking sound of the table. Ezra should not be going any faster than he is, but he manages to wing it, fucking me into oblivion.

“Oh, fuck. Y-yes… right there…” I mewl.

“Who owns this pussy?” he growls.

“Y…you,” I answer, with my head flung skywards. I can feel the knot in my stomach tighten.

“You like when I drill into you, don’t you?” he demands, his strokes hard and steady, plunging into me at an incredibly fast pace. Again, and again, and again.

I’ve never wanted anyone more. “Yes. God, just like that.” My voice is the barest whisper.

Another spank lands on my ass. I can barely look at his face through my heavy eyelids. “Not his name,” he growls.

I immediately understand. “Yes, Ezra, just like that,” I moan loudly.

His control is slipping, but I don’t mind. He thrusts even faster, going deeper, and I shudder around his cock. I’m about to cum; I can’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck.” The sound falls from Ezra’s lips just before I feel his movements start to jerk. He does not relent, though, still pumping inside me like the beast he is.

The knot in my stomach tightens more and more, and I feel like I’m about to burst. With a loud scream and my fingers digging into his skin, I ride down my orgasm.

Just at that moment, I feel him stiffen, and with a loud roar, he spills inside me. I feel the warmth of his seed against my walls. My knees quiver as he drops his head into my neck, his breathing erratic against my skin.

Fuck!

The sex is just as good as the first time.

Maybe even better.

Chapter twelve

Ezra

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