Page 525 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Say what you wanna say, Lily,” I whisper.

She drags her fingernails down my back, lodging them into my hips. “Please fuck me, Zeno,” she moans. “Oh my God, please do it now. You’re making me so crazy!”

Yeah, she ain’t alone in that.

I’d love to tie her up, to wrap those delicate wrists in something silky as I take my time tasting every inch of her and feeling her legs wrap around me as I drive myself into her.

But right now, it’d be torture…for me as much as her.

And besides, there’s always tomorrow.

If I’m not dead at someone’s hand, which is still very questionable.

I pull her toward the edge of the bed, forcing her legs open with my own. With one arm snaked around her, I use my other hand to lay her leg on my hip. I slowly thrust into her, long, hard, and so deep it makes her lance my skin with her nails. I want so badly to drive into her tight pussy, but I don’t want to hurt her, so I move with as much control as I can muster.

But as I slide deeper, stretching her walls, my resolve falters.

She gasps as I press into her, her breathing ragged as she clenches her muscles tight. “It burns,” she whispers, her teeth clenched tight. “God, it hurts.” She slashes at my skin as I slide out before driving into her once again.

I wince, pumping my cock faster as her body rocks against me. Her pussy is soft, wet, and so damn tight, it squeezes me like a vise. I run my hand down the slope of her spine, her skin pebbled with sweat. Her hair splays out on the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut as she thrusts her hips against me. I grab her other leg and wrap it around my other hip, lifting her off the bed and driving myself deeper.

“You scream for me, baby,” I grunt, my breath hitching. “I wanna hear it!”

And that’s all the invitation she needs. I sure as hell hope Chloe is still passed out cold because it’s possible that these sounds may wake the dead.

I flip onto my back, pulling her on top of me and bouncing her on my cock as she screams for God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and anyone else who can hear her. She rocks against me like she’s a fucking champ, swallowing my cock deeper and deeper. Our bodies slap together, slick with sweat, and any pain she might have felt seems to have morphed into erotic bliss.

My balls are heavy with a deliciously tormenting ache, sparks igniting in my groin. They fire into every extremity, making my fingers tingle and my toes curl. Sensations that I’ve never felt course through me like a raging inferno. I drive my hips into her one last time, my cock throbbing as I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the orgasm tear through me with a force that shreds my insides in its wake.

Seriously shredded.

That’s exactly how I feel.

Well, shredded and zapped of all ability to think or speak.

I can only feel right now and Christ, it’s incredible.

My dick jerks as the hot cum explodes out of me.

Lily collapses onto the mattress next to me and my head falls onto her tits. A perfect resting place, if you ask me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t even hear.

And everything tingles, right down to my toes.

Holy shit…

Fucking incredible is an understatement.

I don’t know how much time passes before my mouth finds words, how much time before I can stop panting.

I don’t even care.

Lily’s skin is so soft and smooth under my fingertips, her hair draped over my arm.

I can stay like this forever.

Until a loud ring from inside of my pants pierces the still, sweaty, and sexed-up air.

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