Page 105 of Mafia and Gold Digger

My hips lift of their own accord, and he puts the pillow under the small of my back.

My teasing fingers slow as I forget what I’m supposed to be doing to myself because he’s on his knees between my legs, my gaze sweeping those hard muscles sculpted by the Gods and the thick length of him.

“You want it?”

“Yes.” I almost wince at how needy and breathless I sound, but he’s my sole focus and my sole need. Him and what he’s about to do to me.

Saint leans his body over mine, one arm supporting his weight and the other cradling my head tenderly. I reach between us, lining him up with my entrance, making us both shudder.

“I can be gentle,” he whispers, affectionately nudging my nose with his before he kisses my cheek. “I can be slow and sweet.”

I bite his bottom lip, immediately running my tongue over it. “Next time. I want it however you give it.”

“You’re fucking perfect, Em.”

I squirm against him, desperately trying to dull the ache between my legs. “No, I’m not.”

“You are to me, baby, and I’m the only fucking one who matters.” He holds the side of my head, keeping his mouth against mine as he slides into me.

His mouth slots over mine, swallowing my cry as he stretches me slowly. “You’re mine, baby, all fuckingmine.”

Our mingled pants fill the air between us as he slides in and out. Soft moans leave me as he rolls his hips. He pauses, and I whimper. I don’t want slow and tender. I want Saint Veneti as he is.

He smiles down at me, a tender one, that makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. It makes me feel seen. My nails drag down the muscles of his back, and he groans before I move my hips. I’m more than ready.

He pulls back and thrusts forward again. He’s slow, picking up the pace until all I can feel is him and me and where we connect. Deeper he pushes, and I cry out, digging my nails into his back as I arch off the mattress. “Oh my God…” He kisses along my neck. My legs tighten around him. “Saint…” I breathe out, needing more. I can feel sweat bead down my neck and the valley of my breasts. He’s wound me up so much.

His head falls to my shoulder, where he presses his lips to my skin. He claims my mouth a moment later, a desperate clash as his tongue brands every inch of my mouth with his taste.

That familiar coil in my stomach tightens as I feel I’m getting close. I move beneath him, trying to match his frantic pace with my own. And my breath hitches when he hits that magic spot inside me just fucking perfectly.

In and out. We move against each other, panted breathing filling the air as he moves his mouth over me, tasting every inch of my neck and shoulder he can get. His tongue leaves a hot path before he brings his lips to the shell of my ear. “Come for me, Em. Be a good girl and show me how good I make you feel...”

That’s all it takes. That gravelly timber of his voice in my ear and the way his cock keeps pushing against my G-spot. It’s too much. And my entire body tightens as I cry out his name, my nails sinking deeper so that he hisses.

I can feel my inner walls clenching around him, and his hand slips into my hair as he tightens his fingers, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come…”

But I can’t form any words. I can’t speak or even think. He thrusts again, once, twice, before I feel his body tighten beneath my fingers, a primal sound leaving him as he tumbles over that edge with me, and it’s just enough that I shatter again, my first orgasm rolling into a second.

He pants against me before kissing my forehead. And just with that tender act alone, I know I am well and truly fucked in more ways than one.

A squeak of surprise leaves me as he flips me onto my stomach.

“I can’t…Saint…” I moan, feeling blissed out and spent.

He chuckles darkly, kissing my shoulder, and he tugs my hips until my ass is up in the air. “You wanna stop, baby?”

I look over my shoulder at him. And biting my lip, I grin and shake my head.

“That’s what I thought. Grab the headboard,” he commands.

I reach out, grasping between the slats.

“That’s my good girl...”

And my eyes close as I feel him thrust into me again. Yeah...Saint Veneti has me well and truly fucked.

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