Page 81 of Dark Mafia Heir

A low growl escapes his throat as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carries me to a nearby tree, pressing my back against its rough bark.

The contrast of textures – Antonio's smooth skin and the tree's coarse surface – sends shivers down my spine.

His lips find my neck, trailing kisses along my collarbone.

I tilt my head back, giving him better access as I moan softly.

His hands roam my body, caressing every curve in a way that makes my heart swell and a pool of wetness forms between my legs.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispers against my skin. “So perfect. So mine.”

I pull his face back to mine, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. Antonio helps, shrugging off the garment and tossing it aside.

The cool air hits my skin as he lifts my shirt over my head. His eyes darken further as he takes in the sight of me, half-naked, save for the lace red thong I am wearing.

“Antonio,” I breathe, pulling him closer. “Take me, please. I want you inside me right away."

His lips quirks with a smug smile. “You’re the only one who can order me around like that.”

He doesn't need any more encouragement. He slides down my panties, pressing a finger between my folds and gliding it back and forth repeatedly. “You’re wet,” he says in a deep, husky voice.

I gasp at his touch, my hips bucking against his hand. “Only for you,” I moan against his lips.

Antonio's fingers work magic, circling my clit before dipping inside me. I moan loudly, not caring if anyone might hear us in this secluded spot.

“That's it,mi amor,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me hear how much you want me.”

I'm practically trembling with need as he continues to tease me. “Antonio, please,” I beg, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Good girl. I like it when you beg me to take you just like that.”

In one swift motion, he unzips his pants and frees himself. I feel the tip of his hardness pressing against my entrance, and I whimper with anticipation.

Antonio enters me slowly, filling me inch by inch until he's fully sheathed inside. We both groan at the sensation, our bodies perfectly joined.

“God, Vivienne,” he breathes, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel sweet and tight. I love the way your pussy clenches around my cock.”

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper. “Fuck me,” I plead. “Fuck me hard, Antonio.”

Antonio begins to thrust, setting a steady rhythm that has me gasping with each movement. The tree's rough bark scrapes against my back, but I barely notice, lost in the pleasure Antonio is giving me.

His lips find mine again, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace. One of his hands snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

I cry out from the pleasure that cocoons me. I feel his touch everywhere as he explores my body.

The intensity builds between us, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization.

Antonio's thrusts become more forceful, driving deeper with each movement. I cling to him, my nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure crash over me.

“That's it,gattina,” Antonio growls, his voice thick with desire. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

His words push me over the edge. I cry out his name as my orgasm hits, my body shuddering against him.

Antonio groans, burying his face in my neck as he follows me over the precipice, his hips jerking erratically as he spills inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, panting and holding each other close.

Antonio peppers soft kisses along my jawline, his hands gently caressing my sides.

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