Page 68 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

“I think you can take more,” he says, pullingout and pushing back in. Wet noises fill the room as he pumps most of his handin and out, and I flush hot. Four fingers, and I’m stretched beyond what Ithought was possible. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re perfect.”

Perfect.

His perfect little captive.

And he’s my perfect mafia prince.

I pull away from him, lighting fast, until I’mstraddling his hips, facing him. I slide my pussy along the underside of hiscock, arching my spine. I’m so wet that I leave a trail of slickness over him,and he watches, his smile lingering at one corner of his mouth.

“You want to ride the bull?” he asks.

“I want to look at you,” I say.

“Did you do this with Antonio?” He tips hishead and strokes my knee, reassuring me that his question isn’t rooted injealousy but curiosity.

I shake my head.

“Okay.” He taps the bed, finding a condom hetossed from his pocket. Tearing it with his teeth, he sheaths himself withpracticed ease. He grips my waist with both hands, almost fully spanning.“Climb on.”

I wrap my hand around the base of him, myfingers not meeting, in awe of what I’m expecting my body to be able to take.When he’s notched at my entrance, taking him inside me seems like an impossiblefeat. “I can’t,” I whisper, staring at the way my soft pink pussy looks againsthis rigid length.

“You can.” His hands grip tighter, and hiships rise, and suddenly, he breaches my clenched muscles just an inch. He gritshis teeth, sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. “Jesus. You’re so fuckingtight.”

“I don’t think the Lord cares,” I say, and hiseyes meet mine, flashing with dark humor.

“I could call out for Lucifer. Would you likeit better?”

I shake my head, tensing my thighs to pushdown. He grunts as I rise again, pushing down even harder. I’ve got him halfwayin, and I feel like a puppet on a man's fist.

“That’s it.” He stretches his arms above hishead, gripping the comforter in his huge hands. “That’s it. You fucking takecontrol. Work me inside.”

With all of the control now in my hands, Irest my palms on his taut abs and roll my hips, spreading my body's wetnesshigher and higher inside me with every thrust.

The deeper he penetrates me, the fuller I feeluntil it seems like there’s nowhere else to go. I slide my hands up his sides,in awe at the way his body expands from a narrow waist to a broad chest.Beneath his tattoo, my palm catches a rough stretch of skin, a scar, I realize,covered by the black ink. A gunshot? A knife wound. Whatever it was, it couldhave hit vital organs. My heart clenches at what he’s faced and how it musthave affected him.

He flips me onto my back, looming over me withhungry, desperate eyes. Palming my breast, he pinches the nipple as he thrustsdeep, over and over, until he’s fully seated, and my eyes are leaking tears.Shouldn’t there be a training wheel’s dick size for an inexperienced woman likeme? Men who are this well-endowed should be reserved for the women who've hadpractice or huge babies.

“Hey.” Alexis ducks his head to press kissesto the corners of my eyes, licking up my tears. He rests against me, unmoving,letting my body adjust to the invasion. His lips ghost over mine, then movewith more determination until his tongue is in my mouth, stroking and stroking,swamping my senses so much that I don’t even notice he’s started moving hiships.

I grip his ass as a flicker of uncertaintycools my veins. If he went too hard, he could really hurt me, so I keep myhands where I can resist him if I needed to, but it turns out Alexis is a truelover, and his body becomes a languid, undulating thing above me, grazing myclit with every slow thrust, teasing my nipples with his full lips until I’m soclose to coming I begin to beg.

“Fuck, Alexis, fuck, please… please…”

He smiles down at me as he thrusts harder,pleased by my begging.

“Please. Fuck. I’m going to…” The rest of mywords are lost to his mouth as he kisses the orgasm out of me, and I writhe andclench and claw my way through the pulsating bliss he’s extracted from me.

Alexis turns feral, grinding into me like amachine, his chest and abs as taut as marble. He ducks close to my ear, hisbreath coming in fast, hot gusts. “You drive me insane, Aemelia. And I like it.You make me reckless. Make me want to throw the whole world into hell just tokeep you warm.”

I groan and grasp at him, my nails digginginto his flesh, urging him on, and he’s not far behind me, thrusting so deep torelease that I arch from the bed, the ache a violation that triggers a secondorgasm. The words that spill from his lips are a garbled mix of broken Italiancurses and endearments that’s like music, and I cling onto his back, slick withsweat, soul bared and body wracked.

“Aemelia.” He draws me so close I can hardlybreathe, but his embrace feels desperate, so I don’t resist. “Baby. Fuck.”

“I… ohmy God.”

He exhales a laugh. “Now, who’s calling forthe almighty.”

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to pullout,” I groan, my pussy continuing to pulse in constricting waves. “I thinkwe’re stuck together like this forever.”

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