Page 113 of Mafia and Gold Digger

He feasts on me, and I can’t get enough of him. Every nerve ending is firing in rapid succession, and the ache between my legs beats even fiercer.

His hand moves from my jaw to my breast, kneading as his mouth trails down my neck.

His rough fingers twirl around my sensitive nipple, drawing a low moan from me.

He chuckles against my jaw before repeating the motion on the other breast. “Your tits are so damn responsive...”

His mouth replaces his fingers as they trace slowly down the sides of me, caressing my hip and the tingling flesh of my thigh. “Fuck, Em…so wet just for me?”

Words evade me as a groan slips from me, my back arching. Sliding my hands around his broad shoulders, I sink my nails into him, holding on for purchase as his thick fingers pump into me without warning.

Finally, some relief... But it’s not enough.

“More,” I moan.

He rubs at my clit before inserting another finger deep inside me. Moving it in and out, again and again, until I’m writhing against him, desperate for release.

“Saint…” I swallow thickly. “I need…I need…”

“I know.” His fingers stretch me, and he cups my breast with his free hand. He pinches at my aching nipple, and I gasp once more. His mouth moves from my breast, trailing down my stomach as his tongue leaves a wet path down the middle of me.

“Please…” I plead, my fingers sinking into his hair.

I can feel him smirk against my skin. “I know, baby…”

His words puff against me, and my eyes roll back into my head. With a long lick, he traces circles around my heated bundle of nerves that are aching for attention.

Swiping back and forth, up and down. Worshiping every inch of my core like some starved man. His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me against his mouth.

My head falls back, and I can think of nothing but Saint. Of his mouth on me. Of his body against mine. And as I arch my hips to meet him, he sucks so hard that I nearly shoot off the bed, his dark chuckle vibrating around my thighs.

His tongue continues its languid exploration of my core, his teeth scrapping just lightly against my clit to send me into another stratosphere, and stars explode behind my eyes as my fingers curl into his hair tighter.

“More…,” I groan, grinding into his mouth harder. “Saint!” I scream as I come, my body tensing and spasming.

And with one more lingering lick, he pulls away from me. “You taste like mine, baby.”

But all I can do is nod, my brain no longer functioning.

He kneels between me, his hand pumping his hard shaft up and down.

“Please,” I whimper. I want him. Need him.

“Please what?”

I glare up at him. “You know.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

He drags his tip between my folds, and I shudder. “Nicer.”

My head falls back, and I groan.This man can be so infuriating. My body is on fire, hotter and burning hotter yet.

“Say it nicely, Emerald,” he orders.

“Please fuck me?” I offer.

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