Page 84 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“Then take me,” I whisper.
CHAPTER 30
DARIO
Iroll over, gently laying her down on my shirt, letting me drive my rock-hard manhood against her. Our clothes are getting in the way. I need to feel her bare skin, her eager wetness. My cock aches as precome leaks out of my swollen, starving end.
“Are you sure you want to do it here?” I growl. “Because I won’t be able to stop, Siena, not with you, not with your perfect pussy and your big juicy tits and…”
“Argh.” She moans when I grab her hips, the fullness of them.
“Just all of you.Fuck.”
“No more questions,” she moans. “I want you. I want this. Here and now.”
“Here and now,” I snarl.
It’s dark, but my eyes have adjusted enough for me to see her smile. Her eyes glimmer in the starlight like diamonds. I grip her T-shirt and pull. She raises her arms, and that’s when I losecontrol, yanking her bra down so that her voluptuous breasts spill free.
I suck one of her nipples, massaging her other breast. She whimpers with pleasure, moving her hand through my hair. I lean to the side slightly, letting me glide my hand up her bare thigh and press down against the crotch of her shorts.
“I can feel how wet you arethrough your shorts,” I say in awe.
“Then you better…” She shudders. “Do something about it.”
“Maybe I need to soak your shorts.”
“Fuck.”
I tug her nipple, rubbing her pussy at the same time. Her hips twitch and vibrate in that tell-tell way. It’s pure instinct. It’s pure desire. It’s hunger on a level only we can know,here and now.
She touches my wrist.
“Is there something you want to say?” I smirk.
“Touch me properly,” she whimpers.
“Say it properly, then.”
She meets the challenge, staring at me. “Put your hands down my shorts and touch my fucking pussy.”
Oh…fuck.
My dick feels like it could explode.
I slip my hand down her shorts, over her pubic bone and push down on her clit, too fucking eager to slip further down. Plus, I know that when I feel her juices all over my hand, I’m going to snap completely, free my cock, tear her shorts off and bring my slickness to her aching center.
She twists around and bites down on my T-shirt, clawing her nails down my body.
“Are you going to come for me, Siena? Get your pussy even wetter for me?”
She doesn’t say anything–it’s like she can’t–but she manages a short nod. Her hips continue to move in that eager tempo of desire, grinding her nub against my hand as I quicken my pace.
I swear her horny clit, addicted to her moans, to the ecstasy bursting through her. I lean down and bite her breast softly, but enough to leave a mark, enough for her to feel it.
We sink into this beautiful rhythm until she lets the T-shirt go, freeing her breathy gasps, telling me she’s close to an eruption.I lean back again, wanting to watch her, my eyes picking out her euphoria in the low light.
The orgasm finally strikes her. She squeezes her thick, delicious thighs around my hand, trapping me there.
