Page 45 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“It feels… good.”
“You say that like you’re surprised.”
“It feels too good.”
I know what she means. She thinks she should stop. She thinks if she gives in to this, it’ll derail her work ethic.
“You deserve it.”
I keep rubbing up and down her body, getting closer to the waistband of her pants. When I slip in an inch, rubbing her naked ass, she moans so temptingly, my balls pulse.
My staff grows even stiffer. My head feels light.
The next time, I push all the way down, smoothing over the round thickness of her ass. She gasps when I pull her pants down to reveal her ass, her underwear clinging to her. I almost roar when I see the spots of wetness on her pink underwear, just like in my fantasy.
She looks at me over her shoulder, biting her lip. Nods. Eyes wide and filled with excitement and that hint of danger and adventure that’s quickly becoming my addiction.
I lean down and kiss her on the shoulder, then find her lips. She pushes her mouth against mine, but when I slide my hand into her underwear, over her ass, and toward her soaked sex, she can’t kiss anymore.
She opens her mouth in a gasp, her teeth clicking against mine.
I rub her greedily, using my entire palm to smear her wetness over her core. She might put up a fight when it comes to beingjust friends, but she can’t resist this.
She pumps her hips back in time with the strokes of my hand, eagerly taking me. I remove my hand and suck my fingers, tasting her juices.
“Don’t look so shocked,” I snarl. “I want to taste you. Every fucking part of you.”
“Dario,” she whimpers.
“Don’t you dare tell me to stop.”
“No–the opposite.”
“Say it,” I groan, sliding my hand back into her underwear, the material trapping me against her juicy slickness. I rub her clit, then glide closer to her core, gently pushing against her tunnel with my finger. “Say. It.”
“Don’t–stop.” She gasps.
I slip my finger inside, pushing deep, feeling her cling onto me like her body has been waiting for this since our first kiss.
“I’m so hard for you,” I growl as I pump my finger in and out, relishing in the slick sounds her body makes.
“Hmm.” She pushes back against me, riding my finger. “Yes, yes.”
“Oh,fuck. Are you going to…”
“Yes.” She nods eagerly. “Yes, keep… going…”
“Nothing could stop me.”
I blast her pussy with my finger, feeling her flutter around me, growing closer and closer to the edge, to an eruption. When I feel that she’s almost there, I slip out.
She pouts at me.
“What—”
She squeals, laughing, when I grip her hips and flip her onto her back. I groan in response when her tits come into view, beautifully large. I push them together and suck on her nipples, massaging them, indulging, before kissing down her body and pulling her underwear down her scrumptious thighs.
“I want to taste you. Remember.”
