Page 54 of Owned by the Italian Mafia Boss
“I don’t have a choice anyway,” I remind him, nipping at his chin. “I agreed to it. Take me, Carmine. Take the last thing that’s meant to be yours.”
He rips the covers off the bed. “I want nothing in my way.”
He curls over me, a flash of worry pinching his brows as he inches his way in.
I release his hand and grab his shoulders. He pauses, staring at where I’m touching his scars, but it’s brief.
“Hold onto me, Sweetling.” He kisses either side of my cheeks before settling against my lips.
My fingernails dig into his skin, and I hope I don’t add more scars to him.
While I whimper, he moans, struggling to breathe as he sinks further.
“Fuck,” he curses, then owns my mouth in a searing kiss.
I squeeze my eyes shut when he hits the barrier. He stretches and fills every part of me.
“You feel so good, Sweetling,” he croons in my ear. “Nothing, no one, has ever felt as good as you feel to me. Your pussy is perfect. All mine. I know it hurts.”
I nod, biting my lip as he presses a little harder. Tears fill my eyes as I open them, staring directly at him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.” His hand automatically lies across the side of my neck, his thumb sliding back and forth across my jaw. “So beautiful,” he whispers in awe, before dipping down and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
I cry out when he slams forward, claiming my virginity as his while lashing his tongue across my hardened peak. He cups my breasts, groaning as he has his way with my body.
He kisses his way up my chest, sucking gently on my throat, before taking another kiss.
“You’re all mine now,” he states. “The only cock you’ll ever know.” He kisses me again, gently and sweet, and doesn’t move. He gives me time to adjust to his size, the pain and intrusion.
“So big,” I mumble, wiggling under him.
“And your pussy is taking every inch it was meant to.” He plucks my left nipple, pinching and tugging until I’m moaning in pleasure.
“Move,” I beg him. “Please, move.”
“Why is every part of you perfect.” He wonders aloud, as he slides out only to ease his way in again. His eyes close, and his mouth opens as he makes pleasurable noises I never thought I’d hear from him. He is a very vocal lover, and I want more.
“More, Carmine. Please.” My hands wrap around his firm ass, gripping his cheeks to pull him tighter against me, Another inch invaded my sensitive entrance.
Hooking one hand around my shoulder, he leans on his elbow and stares at where we are connected, watching himself sliding in and out of me.
“Ah, damn,” he groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Delilah.” His nostrils flare as he picks up speed, our skin slapping in the room that will hold this moment forever.
“Oh god,” I shout, scraping my nails down his chest.
He slams against me now, gripping the headboard for leverage as he thrusts his hips with more force. “That’s it, Sweetling. Take my cock, take the only fucking cock you’ll ever know. I’ll be the only man you’ll ever need. I’ll give you everything.”
He reaches down and circles my clit, sparks flying through my body.
“Carmine!” My thighs begin to tremble, and I become wetter, the space between us slippery.
“Yes, call out my name, Sweetling. Let me hear you.” He moves us suddenly, standing beside the bed; he drags the edge, lifts my legs to place them on his shoulders, and fills me once more. We moan in unison, and as he begins a punishing pace, my breasts bounce with the force he uses. He stares, watching the movement hungrily.
He’s obsessed.
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant. I can’t wait until your tits fill with milk and your belly becomes round. You’re going to be so fucking sexy. I’m going to love it just like I love you,” he admits, and doesn’t catch himself.
I don’t say it back because it has to be the heat of the moment. I don’t think he means it. I’ll wait until he says it while we aren’t having amazing sex.
