Page 87 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“Hmm,” she sighs, letting her hands glide over my back. “You’re so hard.”
“I could come ten times and still be hard for you.”
“You make me feel so sexy.”
“That’s because you are,” I grunt.
I lean back again, staring down at her, then slip out slowly–and hammer in hard. She gasps, her lip twitching in a smile.
“You’re a teaser,” she murmurs.
“And you loved being teased.”
I do it again, out slow, holding the tip of my cock at her entrance, letting her walls kiss me as if I’m going to pull out, then slipping my entire hardness all the way in.
She wraps her legs around me when I do it another time, holding me tightly inside of her. I stay deep, rocking back and forth, feeling her folds kissing my base as her depths caress my head. Our lips find each other again, and when we kiss, I know this means something. It has to.
She smooths her hands through my hair and across my back, twitching her pussy, moving her slickness as if massaging my cock. Come, not precome, real come, hungry, aching, tingly come, rushes to my head and gathers there.
I try to hold myself back, so hungry to feel her orgasm again.
“You need to come for me,” she moans in my ear. “You need to explode.”
“I—want—you—to…”
“No, Dario. Come for me. Please. Come. Come.Come.”
“Fuuuuuuck.”
I go into overdrive, hammering her slit harder than I have yet. She gasps and bucks. I lean back so I can see her tits and, more than that, the pleasure etching every feature of her gorgeous face.
I can’t think. Only feel.
Here and now, here and now, here and now.
“Fuuuuck,” I roar again, as an unstoppable wave of come rushes out of me.
She tears her fingernails down my chest as come explodes. When I’m almost empty, I feel her twitching, her mouth trembling as she struggles to maintain control.
My cock wilts, and I slip out of her.
“What are you doing?” I growl when she tries to sit up.
“It’s fine,” she murmurs.
“No, it’s not,” I snarl. “I know how close you are.”
I reach forward and slip two fingers into her pussy. As I pleasure her soaked hole, I push my thumb against her clit, moving it in circles. It doesn’t take much. She’s already so damn near a third eruption.
She grabs my wrist with both of her hands, guiding me to the perfect spot, and then she melts for me. Juices flow out of her slit, drenching my hand. She falls back, gasping. We sit like this for a few moments.
“Do you think anybody heard us?” she asks.
“Nothing could make me regret this,” I tell her.
She smiles. “Me neither.”
“Yeah?”
