Page 80 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Yes, damn you, yes.”

I stroke myself a few times, hovering over her lips. “You think you can handle this cock, Heaven?”

She eyes me like a starved jungle cat. “Let me taste,” she whispers, licking her lips. “I can’t touch it, so I need to feel it in my mouth. Against my tongue.”

I thrust my hips forward and she opens for me. She sucks and strokes and tugs on my dick with her lips, trying to swallow me whole, and dear fucking God, this is bliss. She’s tight and wet and hot in there, and the swirl of her tongue and the slight graze of her teeth only sets the inferno in me blazing higher.

I want to do nasty things to her. I want to go so deep she can’t breathe. I want to come down her throat and make her swallow every last drop. I fuck her face hard. Her head comes up with each thrust, like she needs more, and I’m on the cusp of losing everything, every modicum of control.

Somehow I stop, pulling out.

“Noooo.”

“No?” I look at her as she struggles against her binds, like she needs my cock to live. I get that. I need her juices on my tongue. I turn and sixty-nine her. This time, my dick slides down deep, and she makes a guttural sound, her mouth sucking hard, tongue working me, and I’m not sure that brief moment of reprieve is enough to let me keep control.

But her pussy is there, spread and open before me and I go in, my face between her thighs as she continues to drink me in. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers before probing her folds with my tongue, my teeth nipping at her clit. She trembles beneath me, pushing up into my face, her juice so fucking sweet in my mouth, the softness of her divine and filthy hot.

Oh, fuck, how have I slept in the same house as this woman for the past week and a half without tempting myself with fucking her?

I need to stop. If I keep going, I won’t get to sink into her. And I need that. I pull free and roll over onto my back.

“Goddamn you, Matteo. You’ve punished me enough,” she says, voice savage. “Fuck me. I want that big cock in me. You want me to grovel more?”

She bucks against the ropes, and I push her thighs up high and apart. “You’re so fucking dirty. So fucking uppity. Yes, I want you to grovel and beg. I want you on your knees. I want you willing and ready for me at all times. I want you completely mine.”

“I just told you I am. Maybe you’re not man enough.”

“Still goading me?”

“Fuck. You.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

I rise up over her and line myself up with her cunt. And then, I push into her. Oh, she’s so tight. Her low moan is a sound I’ll take to the grave, and I’m finding it hard to keep myself and my plan separate from this wild, untamed pleasure rising in me. She’s hot. Fuck.

I wrap my arm around her, sliding it beneath her, pulling her against me as I withdraw. And then I drive deep, my cock stretching her wide. Her walls close tight around me like a glove, her legs clamped around my hips. I drive into her, again and again and again, harder, deeper until she’s making sounds with each slam home.

I want more. I reach up and undo the rope and move onto my back so she can straddle me, and she rides me hard. I flip her over, pressing her into the mattress, and she scrapes her fingers into my hair, against my scalp, pulling me in, and I take her mouth in a violently passionate kiss, one she meets, beat for beat.

It’s like we each need to be in the other.

The passion is swift and hard and fast and she’s in my blood. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s more than sex, more than need, more than possession. It’s alive, and it’s wrapped around me tight, driving me on, deeper, harder, climbing to that ultimate peak.

The air is so thick with heated lust, it’s hard to breathe.

But I’d welcome death if it meant I could feel like this for eternity.

I roll onto my back, pulling her with me. Her long hair brushes my skin when I circle her hips over me. She squeezes my cock with every thrust into her, dragging her pussy lips to the head of my dick and then sinking all the way down again.

Her pussy quivers uncontrollably as I pound her relentlessly. Her tits bounce as she rides me, and she throws her head back, her mouth singing the exact song I want branded into my mind forever.

We come. Her screams pierce the stillness as she clenches down on me, over and over again, strong contractions that set off my own release. My mind short-circuits from the waves of euphoria rippling through me. Bright white flashes of light blind me despite the dimness of the room. I grit my teeth as I come apart, everything alive and awash with orgasmic pleasure. I grip her hips, grinding her clit against my cock as I erupt into her.

A guttural roar rumbles deep within my chest, and I can’t focus on anything except my undoing…

And hers.

The connection, the bright white flames raging between us, and the all-consuming carnal bliss…fuck, yeah.

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