Page 303 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

She grips the sides of my face, attacking my mouth with a pent-up fervor that makes my toes curl, her body supercharged by my evidently magical fingers.

Wait until the next course is served…

Marchella pulls away slightly, her hands gripping the sides of my torso. “Take me to your room,” she murmurs, her eyes glittering with desire. “Now.”

She takes her time sliding off of me and I rise to my feet, the ache in my balls so deep and so agonizing, I want to back her against the island and bury my dick deep inside of her so I can get the release I so badly need. A chill slips down my spine as she traces the outline of my pecs with her fingertips, sweeping her tongue over her swollen pink lips.

I lift her into my arms and she locks her legs around me as I move from the kitchen to my room down the hallway. Our gazes are locked on each other, and it’s a damn miracle that I didn’t crash into anything in my path.

When we’re inside, I close the door as quietly as possible since I know Dante will be skulking around for food any second. He’s like a scavenger, for Christ’s sake. And the skulking… well, that’s courtesy of his job. You never know when he’ll appear over your shoulder. He’s stealth like that. It’s a skill that keeps him alive while he’s stalking his prey.

It’s also a skill that can come back to bite me if he happens to see what I’m doing right now.

Violating the kidnapper protocol by fucking the captive.

My dick jumps.

Oh, yeah. I’m gonna fuck her good, too.

I lay Marchella on my bed, her dark hair splayed on the comforter around her flushed face. Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight that streams into the room, and she raises her arms over her head as I straddle her, a coy smile on her face.

I slide the fabric over her head and toss it to the floor, revealing her lush tits. “No panties,” I breathe, lowering my head and grazing her lips with mine.

“I couldn’t find any in the drawer,” she murmurs. “Your kidnapping plan clearly wasn’t premeditated.”

“I guess that’s a good thing for both of us,” I say, plunging my fingers into her wetness, eliciting a loud gasp from her. I dip my head lower, and with my free hand I knead the soft flesh of her breast. I tease her nipple, gently tugging at it with my teeth as she wiggles beneath me, squealing from the sensations generated by my greedy mouth.

I want to taste all of her, sampling every bit of sweetness from those pouty lips to her quivering pussy.

I work my fingers harder and faster, flicking her clit at the same time. She clenches tight around them, a sharp yelp tumbling from her lips. I silence any other sounds by feasting on her puckered mouth and letting her sounds of pleasure infuse my entire being.

I back away slightly, pulling off my boxer briefs. My cock springs to attention, precum pooling at the tip. But it’s gonna have to wait a little longer.

I haven’t finished my appetizer yet.

I slide my tongue down the front of her abdomen as her legs fall open, beckoning me. I sweep my tongue down her slit before slipping it into her, stroking her velvety walls with every push deeper into her heat.

She grips my hair, tangling her fingers into it as I nip at her clit, flicking it with my tongue. Her legs tighten around my head and she grabs a pillow and presses it over her face to muffle the screams that urge me to rocket her into oblivion.

Not that I need an invitation to dothat.

It’s a given with me.

Suddenly, she throws off the pillow, pulling my head away from her pussy. “I need you inside of me now!” she rasps through gritted teeth, panting like she’s choked for oxygen.

My lips curl upward as I reach into my night table drawer and grab a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and slip it out of the packet, but she takes it from me before I can roll it on. I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but when she leans forward and teases my slit with her tongue before taking in the entire length of my throbbing shaft, I know I’m in serious danger of erupting. My hands grip the back of her head as it bobs up and down, stroking me with her lips and tongue. Tiny sparks in my groin make my skin prickle under her touch and I clench my teeth to hold back the groan that threatens to escape.

She pulls her mouth away from me minutes later, rolling the condom onto my shaft, slowly, maddeningly, tormentingly. And when she leans back onto the mattress, pulling me against her, all thoughts of what is horribly bad about this situation fade into the deep corners of my mind where I don’t judge my actions and I don’t worry about consequences.

Two things that are definitely going to bubble to the surface once I’m no longer drunk on my longing for Marchella Amante.

I’ll consider them later…much later, when I’m sufficiently hungover from my carnal binge.

I position my cock at her entrance, my gaze tussling with hers as I thrust deep inside of her with a muffled groan. Christ, I wasn’t prepared for this…her. Liquid heat drowns me upon entrance, suffocating me in the most sensuous possible way. I could die a happy death knowing I’d be rooted here for eternity.

I collapse on top of her, sliding my dick against her clit with every push and pull. I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, my tongue delving into her mouth, wanton lust coursing through me and kindling every nerve ending.

If I were a forest fire….well, fuck.

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