Page 124 of Broken Mafia Prince
She nods rapidly, voice breathy. “I want you to fill me up and pump me so full with cum, I’ll be leaking you for days.”
A blush heats her cheeks at the graphic words, goosebumps rising all over her arms.
I push a second finger into her, and this time around, I make sure to curl them upwards, watching pleasure spread across her face, mouth falling open.
“Raffaele,” she screams. “Oh god, please.”
“You’re so wet for me,” I grunt. “So fucking slippery, so tight and hot. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you.”
“My fingers?”
“No, please.” She bucks against me, so, so eager. “I need your d-dick. I need you to fill me up.”
“You beg so beautifully,” I tell her, lining myself up with her entrance.
She’s trembling with need as I press up against her entrance, and then I’m pushing inside her welcoming heat.
I feel the resistance inside her, and I grab her jaw, making sure her eyes are on mine. “This is going to hurt a little bit, baby.”
She nods with understanding. I snap my hips back and then drive into her, pushing past the resistance and burying myself to the hilt. A small cry of pain slips out of her mouth, and I pause, allowing her to adjust to my size.
I cup her ass and lift her higher, securing the pillow better underneath her. The move curves her body up and allows me more access. Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before fills me, her pussy gripping me like a fucking vise.
“Fuck!” I exclaim. “You feel so good, like you were meant for me.”
I lean over her, hands on either side of her head, and look into her eyes while my fingers clasp hers.
“I’m going to fuck you baby. I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing, and when you come with my name on your mouth, you’ll realize what I’ve known from the start,” I promise her. “That you’ve always been mine.”
I push almost fully out of her before thrusting back in. The scream she lets out makes me feel more alive than I’ve felt in what feels like forever.
My hips punch into her, slow at first and picking up speed gradually until I’m full on slamming into her with each thrust, dragging out breathless moans, cries, and screams from her mouth.
“Oh god!” she cries, clawing at my skin. “Raffaele!”
“That’s right. Who is fucking this tight pussy?”
“You,” she pants. “It’s you.”
“Who is this pussy wet for?”
Tears slide out of the corners of her eyes. “You, you, you,” she chants as I continue to pound into her, shifting every few thrusts to slam against her G-spot.
I cup one breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Keeping my hands off of you has been close to impossible,” I tell her. “Almost as impossible as our relationship.”
“Please!”
She begs so beautifully. It makes me want to offer her the world on a golden platter. Pleasure tingles through me, causingthe hairs on my body to stand on end. I can feel how full my balls are, and I have to grit my teeth to stave off my orgasm. Not until she comes.
I press my palm down on her lower belly, and my next thrust makes her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Yes, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” she mumbles as I continue to pound her into the bed like a sex-starved beast.
“You’re mine!” I snap, dragging my hand down to the top of her mound. I start drawing tight circles over her sensitive bud, her body almost flying off the bed at the first touch. I flick my fingers over her clit, dragging her juices over it, over and over.
