Page 114 of Mafia and Gold Digger

He drags the head once more through my folds, and I nearly come undone again. He leans slightly to the side like he’s about to move. My hand latches onto his wrist.

“I need you, Saint.” I see a smile of satisfaction flit across his face. “And I’m clean and on the shot.”

He groans, looking down at me. “Fuck, Em, you’re gonna kill me.” And whatever he sees makes his chest heave with a ragged pant. “I’m clean too.”

“Good. Now, Saint, fuck me.”

“With fucking pleasure, Emerald.”

His hand smacks my thigh as he spreads my legs as wide as they’ll go, yanking me toward him. I grip the bedding in my fists, waiting to feel him enter me. And in one long thrust, he’s buried half inside me.

The rumble that leaves him causes every muscle in me to clench.

Another push, and he’s fully inside me. The stretch, the heat of him, the scent of sweat and sex in the air only add to the sensation. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his mouth moving to scatter kisses all over my skin. Goose bumps spread like wildfire every place he touches. And then he begins to move. Arching to meet him, my nails dig into his shoulders.

I can feel my next release building. The rumble in his chest becomes a deep moan as he pumps, stretching me further. The lust that swirls between us fogs my head. But it’s more. Because every move of his hips as he drills into me is followed by a rush of ecstasy and something else. Something that makes him feel made for me, both of us lost to the sensation of each other. Animalistic and primal.

“Faster,” I grit out.

“No. I don’t want to hurt you, Em.”

“Move, dammit.”

A chuckle reverberates through him, and his hips start slamming faster, the bed banging into the wall over and over again. Panting fills the air, and I’m lost once more to the sensations of our bodies. I am his. Completely, utterly, and fully. And knowing this is totally intoxicating.

Our mouths connect once more, teeth scraping and pulling at each other’s tender flesh. His tongue slides in and thrusts just like his cock, branding him to me in every part of my body. This is everything I secretly wanted, and I give myself up to him.

He pushes further, deeper. His hands grip my thighs, lifting them to angle deeper with each thrust. Stars bloom behind my eyes as I squeeze them shut.

“Mine,” he growls against my ear. “You’re mine, Emerald. All fucking mine.”

“Yours. Please,” I beg.

Maybe it’s the way I beg him or how I suck him into me that pushes him over the edge because he releases a roar that shatters me. His body tenses over mine, and absolute pleasure falls over his features, easing the hardened lines. He continues to pump inside me once, twice, three times more, before slamming me straight into my own shattering release, my hoarse scream echoing around us.

His breathing is ragged as his hands slip beneath my thighs, and he pulls me over his body. I’m pliant and relaxed, barely keeping myself up. “C’mon baby, you can give me another.”

“Saint,” I pant, “It’s too much. It’s too good. I can’t...”

“Are you a quitter, baby?” The taunt just riles me up further. “Ride me, baby, and show me I’m yours.”

A coy smile lifts my lips as I look down at him. His head falls back, and I relish the way he relinquishes control to me. I sit up straight, sliding down on his dick slowly until I’ve taken every inch. His head lifts, looking at where our bodies join. Not a sliver of space remains, and I smirk wider. “You mean like this?”

He nods and grips my hips tighter, his mouth parting in a silent expression.

I swirl my hips, grinding down, and his breath hitches. “Who do you belong to, Saint?”

“You.”

That single word is thrilling. I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the stretch as he moves deeper. His eyes roll back into his head, and I place my hands on his stomach, lifting myself up and down, again and again.

The rhythm is hard, relentless—just like before. With every rock of my hips, the way he meets me with his own buck of hips is too good and too much.

“Baby,” he pants. “I’m gonna…fuck…”

I move faster, finding the perfect rhythm between us. His hips snap up as I come down, and my head falls back as I shatter around him, and the roar that leaves his mouth only makes me come even harder.

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