Page 18 of Stolen Mafia Vows
I rub my crown around her pussy, dipping in and out between her folds, and dragging it across her clit. Her gentle groans are everything I dreamed of and more.
I guide myself inside her slowly, gradually, feeling her walls clench around me. Her lips part, and she sucks in a sharp breath. Supporting myself on one elbow, I lean over her and kiss her long and hard, the top half of my shaft resting inside her.
“Emily, you’ve done this before, right?”
“No.”
She chews her bottom lip while my cock throbs inside her, and I wish that I could capture this moment in hard form so that I can take it out and examine it whenever we’re apart.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“I think I must’ve been.”
“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but I look after what’s mine, Emily.”
I fill her mouth with my tongue while I ease myself deeper, opening her with my fingers, her gentle groans of pleasure making my cock throb harder against her tight walls.
“Mo chroi.” I nibble her neck as she tilts her head back, her nipples branding my chest. I push further; my crown hits a wall, and I hold back, throbbing inside her, waiting for her to stretch around me. “You can take more, Emily. You know you can.”
She whimpers and wraps my hair around her fingers, probing my mouth with her tongue. “I want more.”
“Good girl.” I push again; the wall holds.
Stroking her throat with my free hand, I sprinkle tiny butterfly kisses across her eyelids, her lips, her jawline. I stick my tongue in her ear, and my finger in her mouth. While she sucks, I murmur, “Lig dom isteach. Let me in.”
Emily instinctively raises her hips to accommodate me, gasping again as my cock slides in deeper.
“Almost there, mo chroi.” I fill her mouth with my tongue and push gently inside her, stretching her around my girth. Lowering my free hand back to her pussy, I massage her clit, feeling her wetness seeping around my shaft.
“Fuck me, Eoghan,” she whispers into my mouth.
“How can I refuse an offer like that?”
I thrust again, but this time I’m not going to let the wall stop me. I’ve envisioned this since I watched her playing with herself, only I couldn’t possibly have imagined that it would be this fucking sexy that I’m already about to explode.
“You know what this means, Emily.” I push through the walland kiss her through the pain as her warm juices spill around me. “Is me do cheann. You’re mine now.”
Her eyes grow large with tears, and I lick them as they spill over. My cock throbs against her tight walls. “Slowly does it, good girl. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Our tongues collide, and I feel the full force of Emily’s desire.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she breathes into my mouth.
“Mo chroi.You’re so fucking sexy I don’t think I can hold it back.”
My balls slap her ass as I thrust into her, her knee gripping my shoulder like she can pull me in even deeper.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you.” My teeth graze her bottom lip as I pound into her, again and again, but she’s gripping my hair so tightly my scalp is burning, and if I don’t stop, I’ll fill her up with my cum too quickly, and I don’t want this to be over.
I pull out, massaging my throbbing cock, and rubbing the crown around her wet pussy. Her lips are swollen, her eyes bright. There’s the faintest streak of blood in her slickness, reminding me that no one has ever touched her like this before.
“Why did you stop?”
I smile. “I told you I’m not done with you yet.”
Reaching for the crystal flutes, I hand one to Emily, and she props herself up on one elbow to sip the champagne. I swallow a mouthful, the bubbles bursting against the back of my teeth, and study her. Emily is as comfortable naked on the beach as she was sitting in the Arrivals lounge at the airport.Her legs are still spread wide, her pussy exposed to the world, waiting for me to fill her up again.
My cock bounces, desperate to give her what she wants, but at the same time, wanting to prolong the inevitable.
