Page 66 of Mafia King of Lies

“Matteo!” I can feel my climax coming but I try to hold it off. I don’t want this to end. I want to enjoy him more. “Oh, yes!”

“Come for me,” he mutters against me, his fingers pumping with a faster rhythm that forces me to come completely undone.

My muscles tighten around his finger, and the orgasm crashes over me, raw and consuming. My hand pushes his head into my pussy as I ride out the pleasure-filled wave with his tongue lapping me up.

Stars cover my vision, and my mind turns to complete and utter mush. I don’t think, I can only feel. I blink rapidly, trying to bring myself back to the room, but I’m floating. The orgasm has me drifting on cloud nine, and I never want to come down.

Matteo lifts his head, his tongue sweeping over his lips as he savors every last drop of me. He stares down at me with a darkgaze. When my eyes drift down a little lower, I can see the tent that has formed in his pants.

My lips part. I can feel the ghost of his touch from the last time he entered me.

“Ready for me, baby?” he asks, breaking through the thick fog of sex and passion.

“Yes.” I am surprised I even have the capacity to speak after something like that.

Matteo moves off the bed and strips down until he stands bare. My eyes are focused on his hard cock; he strokes it gently as he eyes my body. We take a moment to watch each other, neither one of us daring to break the silent moment.

Instinct takes over, and I move without thinking. I sit up on the bed and turn with all fours on the mattress. My heart thumps quickly in my chest as I turn to look over his shoulder.

“Naughty girl.” He smiles wickedly. “Move closer to the edge of the bed. Come.”

I move back and position myself so I’m right in front of him. I watch as he moves the tip of his dick over my slickness. I push backward, wanting him inside but he pulls back and slaps my ass.

“Behave, amore mio. I am in charge.” He slaps my ass again for good measure.

A deep sound erupts from my throat, surprising even me. He laughs lowly under his breath, and then, without warning, he plunges into me. I am so wet, there is little resistance.

“Oh, yes.”

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the initial pain to settle. For a moment, we’re both still; the only sound that can be heard is our heavy breathing and the blood rushing past my ears.

The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, yet I crave more.

Matteo kisses my shoulder from behind and grabs my hips. His dick only moves slightly but that is enough to cause a moan to erupt from my lips. When I feel my walls move to accommodate him fully, I relax against him. I press backward and take the very last inches of him.

Matteo groans, his grip tightening on my hips. “You were made for me, amore.”

“Move.” I give him the green light and he doesn’t need to be told twice. The man pulls out of me and then moves back in with more force.

He hits every wall and we both groan. He continues these movements slowly, coming to a steady and perfect rhythm. The sound of skin firing against skin fills the room.

“Oh yes.” My breasts bob up and down as he picks up the pace. “Matteo, you feel… ah!”

A hand comes down on my ass again and he slaps the soft skin.

“Again,” I demand. “Everything. I want everything.”

He does as I ask, and his pace picks up even more. He pounds into me relentlessly. The power of his strokes sent my brain into a completely different dimension. I’ve never felt so much… energy surging through me. Adrenaline rushes as we push our bodies to the brink. Desire obliterates all thought, leaving nothing but unrestrained pleasure.

I push my ass back onto him, his cock driving into me—desperate to take him as deep as I can.

Matteo presses me down until my head meets the mattress. He reaches around my waist, fingers finding my clit. He squeezes the bundle of nerves hard, and that is my single undoing.

“Matteo!” I scream his name, and I’m free falling over the edge.

“Fuck, Maria.” He finds his own release and joins me.

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