Page 213 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Yep.

That’s right.

A big ass gulp follows.

I don’t know why. I’ve already had it buried inside of me, but seeing his perfect pink cock standing straight at attention, rock hard and so thick I can’t wrap my fingers around it fully, makes me forget how deranged he is and how certain I am that Nate is going to beat his ass tomorrow.

It makes me forget a lot of things.

And makes me remember one…how he used that cock to launch me into the stratosphere only one week ago. It was a place I’d never visited before, and one I want to experience again.

And again.

And again after that.

“You say you hate me,” he murmurs, dipping his head between my thighs. “But why are you so wet for me, Jae? Why are your legs quivering when my mouth comes close to your slick lips? You say you hate me, but your body tells a different story. So stop fighting it and let me make you come like I did before, hard and fast, all over my dick.”

I raise my arms and he smirks, getting my message. He brings himself to his knees and slides my shirt over my head, straddling me as he runs a hand down the front of my torso. “You’re mine tonight, Jae,” he says in a thick voice. “All of you.”

I nod, the knot in my throat too tight to even croak out a reply.

I hate that my legs fall open for him.

I hate that I mewl at the sensation of his cock grazing my slit.

I hate that my heart beats with all of the crazy he emanates when he’s this close.

Oh, God.

I hate it all!

And yet, here I lie, beckoning him, urging his body to connect to mine in the most primal way possible.

I want him.

I need him.

And judging from the way he’s staring at me right now, I know he feels the exact same way.

He laces his fingers with mine and kisses the inside of my wrists. “Still sore?”

I nod.

“I’m gonna make you forget all about that,” he whispers.

“Aren’t you afraid I might try to stab you or something since my hands are free?”

He hovers over me, the head of his dick grazing my opening. “No.”

“You’re a pretty trusting guy.”

“Nah, I just know what you like. And when I deliver, death is the last thing you’re gonna want to inflict on me.”

“You are such a cocky assh?—"

But he doesn’t wait for me to finish before he covers my mouth with his, his tongue pushing into my hungry mouth, swirling with mine. He wraps his arms around me, digging his fingers into the small of my back as he sinks into my pussy, stretching me wider with each thrust of his hips. The delicious burn when he first penetrates me makes me simultaneously drip with desire and yelp with need.

He feels so amazing as his cock slides in and out of my slickness, the fact that he doesn’t stop to put on a condom barely registering through the blissfully erotic cloud hanging over us. He grips my ass, pulling me into him so he can drive harder and faster.

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