Page 140 of Broken Mafia Prince
He draws his hip back, positions his dick at my entrance, and then slams forward, filling me in one hard thrust.
Oh god.
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RAFFAELE
Icount down from one hundred, trying not to come at the feel of her sheathed around me. I don’t know how it’s so different with her, how everything feels so unbelievably good, the pleasures heightened to unmatchable levels.
Christ Almighty. It almost feels too good to be true, like if I take a wrong breath, all of this will disappear, and I don’t just mean the silkiness of her pussy.
“You don’t know how fucking amazing this feels,” I tell her.
She glances over her shoulder, eyes half lidded. “If it feels half as good as you filling me up, then I think I have a good idea.”
My mouth pulls up into a small smile. “That sassy mouth. I think I’m going to fuck it next and shut you up for a while.”
She bats her lashes at me. “I’d love to see you try.”
Laughing, I turn her head back into a hard kiss, licking into her mouth fervently. She kisses me back just as eagerly, making a small, frustrated sound at the back of her throat when I dig my fingers into her hips to stop her movement.
I slant my mouth over hers again and again, ignoring the clear signs of need from her body. Only when she’s trembling with it do I brace my hand against the wall, push my hips back,and then drive home with a mighty thrust, pressing my mouth more firmly over hers to swallow her scream.
I roll my hips and slam back into her again and again. But it’s not enough. I suddenly want to see her face. I know it’s cliché, and I’m probably acting like a lovesick fool. Ask me if I care, though.
She lets out a surprised squeak when I suddenly spin her around, lift her into my arms, push her back against the wall, and slam into her again. Her legs go around my hips, the pointy heels of her shoes bruising my backside. Nothing else matters but her expression of undiluted pleasure.
I kiss her, unable to get enough of her mouth while my hips pick up the rhythm, pushing into her repeatedly.
“Oh god,” she pants, eyes rolling to the back of her head, mouth falling slack. She rolls her hips, grinding down against me and meeting me thrust for thrust.
Sweat slicks down my face and back as I grit my teeth to stave off the orgasm building inside me. Giulia buries her face in my neck, teeth clamping down on me.
“Fuck, baby, I love this pussy so much,” I grunt, fingers tightening on her hips.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she cries.
I pause for a second to adjust her higher on the wall. The next time I push into her, her jaw drops open in a soundless scream, eyes going saucer-wide.
“You like that, huh?” My mouth twists up. “You like me taking you out here where anybody can see us, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“You like being fucked like my little slut?” I growl into her ear. “How my cock sinks into your tight pussy and fucks the soul out of you?”
“Oh, yes. Raff, I love the way you feel inside me.”
“When you’re mine, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let you out of my bed. I’ll show you every day howmineyou are.”
“I’m so c-close, so close.”
I shift my hip so that I’m brushing up against her sensitive clit with my next thrusts. She goes crazy, clawing at my hair, my back, hips bucking without finesse.
“Raffaele!” she cries my name as she begins to come, pussy spasming around me, clamping me tight and in place. A full-body shudder moves through her. I continue to push into her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as I can.
“Raffaele,” she murmurs into my neck.
My name on her mouth in that soft, breathless sigh is what pushes me over the edge. I come with a groan, throwing my head back as the orgasm rushes through me, hips shaking with fast, uneven strokes. I empty my balls into her, feeling like I’m floating.
