Page 68 of Mob Princess

I pushed her down onto the bed and stood there, watching her curves bounce. Her beautiful tits danced for my viewing pleasure as her nipples puckered. I licked my lips as I unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and freed my cock from my boxers. I stroked myself as my eyes roamed along Bonnie’s body. Her legs, long and shapely. Her stomach, toned, with a small pooch behind her belly button. The slope of her waist called to my fingertips, but the pulse point of her neck called to the tip of my tongue.

“Are you going to just stand there and stroke yourself? Or are you going to come get what’s yours?” She spread her legs.

Something inside me snapped. I leaped onto the bed, smelling her womanly scent as it filled my nostrils. I slithered between her legs, pinning her hands above her head. I felt my thick dick fall between her pussy lips as she bucked against me, lubing me up with her arousal. My lips bent down to reach for those beautiful nipples. I lapped at them, pulling them between my teeth and pinching them softly. The gasp of pleasure she released pulsed my cock. And as I lined myself up with her entrance, I released her breast.

Pleasure rushed over her features. “Israel, I can—ooooh, God, yes.”

I shuddered. “So fucking tight.”

She shivered. “Israel. Oh, yes. Fuck, it’s been so long.”

I bottomed out against her and already felt her juices dripping down my balls. She was so wet for me. So tight for me. So wanton for me.

I threaded our fingers together as I pounded against her, filling my bedroom with the sounds of skin slapping skin. She locked her legs around me. She dug her bare heels into the small of my back. I felt her pussy pulsing around me as my balls quickly pulled up.

“Israel. That’s it. Oh, it won’t be long. Shit, right there. Right there. Right there, harder! Please!”

I growled as my hips worked. I watched her body flush a deep shade of red for me as every peak of her body jumped for me. Her juices sprayed against my pelvis as she wiggled and quaked. Her wet walls quivered around me, milking me for all I had as her back arched. “I’m coming! That’s it! I’m coming! That’s it!”

I buried myself inside her. “Oh, fuck. Bonnie. Squeeze that dick. That’s it. Oh—shit—”

“Is—rae—oh.”

My vision tunneled as I collapsed against her, feeling her curves molding to my body. Her arms lazily wrapped around me, holding me close as my cock emptied itself within her. I felt her pussy pushing me out until my spent dick fell against the wet bedsheets. Our intermingled scent filled my nose, pushing me closer to round two as I felt my cock rising again.

“Thank you,” Bonnie choked out.

My eyes snapped up to her face as I pushed myself off her body. “Are you all right?”

She smiled. “That was so good. Thank you for letting me have that.” She wiped away a tear.

I slid to the side and pulled her close to me, even though my body was ready for round two. My cock cradled itself in the small of her back. I pulled the covers over us, even though it was still the middle of the day. With my broken nose buried in her hair, I wrapped my arms around her waist as tightly as I could afford.

I kissed her shoulder.

She pushed her body closer to mine. “Thank you for letting me have you like that.”

I kissed her shoulder again. “The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you of that.”

And as I laid there, holding the most amazing woman I’d ever come across, I felt a small part of me give way to her. I felt the smallest part of my walls crumble to her presence. Even though I couldn’t afford it—even though we were in the middle of a war—even I couldn't deny her beauty any longer. Her strength. Her intelligence. Her fortitude. Had we met under different circumstances, I would’ve had no issues telling this woman I loved her.

But this war was hard. And complicated. And always rife with lies and deceit. I had to be absolutely certain this woman was on my side. I had to be absolutely certain she wasn’t my Trojan Horse.

You know, before I told her how much I adored her.

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