Page 29 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“Delicious,” he says, raising his head with a sensual lick of his lips. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and desire surges inside of me again, even though my orgasm is just fading. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Dario shoves down his boxers, freeing his erection. It’s entirely as thick and long as I remember. I sit up, reaching for him, drawn by some primal need to touch, to taste. He lets out a low hiss as I grip his cock and stroke it a few times, my thumb brushing over the head where a bead of pre-cum has formed.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and the naked hunger on his face sends a shiver down my spine.
“On your knees,” he growls, and I comply, turning over and rising to all fours.
He runs his hands down my back, over the curve of my ass, squeezing appreciatively. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body already aching for him again.
“I’m taking you bare this time, baby. Those fucking condoms didn’t do any good last time, and I want to feel you. Feel all of you.”
He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up with jerky movements. My face is buried in the pillow, muffling my cry as he lines himself up at my entrance and slams into me. The feeling of fullness is immediate and overwhelming. Dario’s grip on my hips is tight enough to leave bruises, but I like the small ache of pain. It intensifies the pleasure between my legs as he moves fast and hard.
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me further up the bed until I have to brace myself against the headboard to keep from hitting it. My breasts move with each thrust and the headboard bangs against the wall. Sweat coats my body, and I can barely catch my breath as he takes me.
“Fuck, Paige. You feel so good like this. So wet and tight on my bare cock.”
A thrill races through me at that, knowing that there’s no barrier between us. I’ve never had sex with a man without protection before, and I had no idea how much more intimate it would feel. I can feel everything as he slides in and out of me, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside with each thrust.
I feel more connected to him in this moment than any other man that I’ve slept with, and that scares the hell out of me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Sex with him the night we met wasn’t supposed to mean anything, and it’s not supposed to mean anything now. This is just about physical pleasure.
But when Dario leans forward to wrap his arm around my torso, pulling me upright so that we’re on our knees as he keeps fucking me, it feels like so much more. His hands grip my breasts and his teeth nip at my shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin but enough to send shivers of pleasure-pain radiating through me.
He slows his pace, each thrust now deliberate and deep, grinding against me in a way that has my thighs trembling. One of his hands slides down my stomach to where we’re joined, his fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me again,” he whispers in my ear, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
It’s all so much, too overwhelming to handle. The fullness of him inside me, the feeling of his chest against my back, his fingers on my clit, his breath hot on my neck. The tension builds, winding tighter and tighter until I think I might shatter from it.
When the release comes, it’s even more powerful than the first. I come for a second time with his name on my lips, my inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. For a long moment, Ican’t see, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel. All that exists is the incredible pleasure coursing through me and the feel of his cock twitching inside of me as he reaches his own climax.
He grunts and pants in my ear as he fills me with his release, his hips jerking erratically against mine as he empties himself inside me. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as we both tremble in the aftermath.
My thoughts scatter, and the next thing I know, I’m on my side on the bed, and Dario has pulled out of me. I’m still catching my breath when I feel him leave the bed. My stomach drops, thinking he can’t wait to get away from me.
But when I lift my head, I see him in the bathroom. He returns with a damp washcloth in his hand. It’s warm as he wipes between my legs, and I feel a jolt of embarrassment.
It’s silly, he’s wiping away his own release that’s dripped out of me, but I can’t help the reaction. Now that the heat of the moment has passed, I feel too vulnerable to lie here naked with him. I pull a sheet over my nude body and my cheeks feel warm when he tosses the rag into the nearly empty hamper in the corner of the room and lays down on the bed with me.
He’s not even a little self-conscious about being naked. Just lies on his side facing me, propped up on one elbow like this is the most natural thing in the world. His expression is softer than I’ve ever seen it, and something about the way he’s looking at me makes my stomach flip.
“We should really try to make the best of all this,” he says.
I sigh. “Isn’t that what we just did?”
A smirk pulls at his mouth. “I’m not only talking about the sex.” He pauses, then adds with a little more thought, “Though yeah, that part’s working out pretty damn well too.”
I huff and start to sit up, already shutting down. “Okay, noted. Great performance review. Can I go now?”
He catches my arm, gently but firmly, keeping me from pulling away. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that.”
There’s something unexpectedly sincere in his eyes, something that makes me hesitate instead of brushing him off.
“I’m just saying...we need to figure out how to get along. I like that you’re not afraid of me. I like that you fight back. But the constant tension? It’s exhausting. I don’t want to keep being at each other’s throats.”
His words aren’t defensive or sharp. They’re honest. And that honesty knocks into the walls I’ve built like a battering ram.
I exhale, slow and shaky, and roll onto my back. Staring at the ceiling feels safer than staring into those piercing green eyes while I admit something real.
